A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Reincarnation?"

Uncle Lin Yong repeated this word in his heart, with confusion in his eyes.

He is now an old man in his eighties, with wrinkles all over his face, and the same goes for his sister. He is at an age where he has to think about his posthumous affairs.

"Cousin from afar."

Jiang Ding looked at Lin Yuanwang.

He is now at the peak of his qi training. After many years, he has not maintained himself very well. He still looks like he is in his thirties or forties, but there are some wrinkles on his face, and he has the aura of magic power.

"Foundation building, how are you preparing?"

Jiang Ding asked.

He knew that besides himself, his grandparents also cared about the other grandson and gave him the same love, regardless of whether he was excellent or not.

And when this life is coming to an end, I still have something to worry about.

"Generally, we are fully prepared. We are planning to build the foundation after grandpa passes his birthday."

Lin Yuanwang showed a trace of excitement in his eyes, took a deep breath, and did not give up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that involves life and death: "If it is possible, I hope to get a kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that warms the direction of the meridians, which can be combined with The kind that is compatible with the best foundation-building pills.”

This is unimaginable to ordinary Qi practicing monks.

It is already a great opportunity to have the best Foundation Establishment Pill, and the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are compatible with the Foundation Establishment Pill are already rare things. They are very rare and can be worth millions of low-grade spiritual stones.

The premium is exaggerated.

Even the foundation-building monks didn’t dare to hope for it, and even the foundation-building monks couldn’t afford it even if they sold it.

There is no other way, senior monks also have their own relatives to take care of.

In a market economy, this rare treasure corresponds not to the financial resources of the Qi-training monks, but to the financial resources of the strong ones among the Golden Pill monks.

"good."

Jiang Ding didn't hesitate.

"This item will be delivered in about a few months. Live well and don't make the elderly sad."

"yes!"

Lin Yuanwang stood up straight and answered subconsciously, completely out of instinct, even if the person opposite him was one year younger than himself.

Mr. Lin Gang smiled.

The other grandson's future was settled, but he felt much more relaxed.

"Haha, my cousin is too serious."

Jiang Ding laughed, suppressed the pressure he unconsciously showed, and looked at the other old man: "Grandma, what's your name?"

Lin Wanqiu and the juniors around him were startled.

For so long, I have been called my mother and grandma, and I still don’t know what the old man’s name is.

"Why are you asking me my name?"

Grandma touched Jiang Ding's head and thought about it for a moment before saying, "Grandma's name is Zhao Zihan. Isn't it a very old-fashioned name? But no one has called her her for many years."

"Zhao Zihan..."

Mr. Lin Gang's expression was dazed, and his memory was triggered by this name. He vaguely recalled some of his high school and college days, and the scene when he first met the beautiful girl with a ponytail.

In just over eighty years.

Many high-level immortal cultivators spend a period of retreat.

But it was his and his wife's life.

"Zihan symbolizes kindness, beauty, and knowledge. How can it be so old-fashioned?"

Jiang Ding shook his head and said with a smile: "When grandma was young, she must have been a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. She was the treasure of my great-grandmother."

"Of course!"

Grandma looked proud, a little childish.

"Grandpa, on your 105th birthday, let me give you a gift."

Jiang Ding said slowly.

"what gift?"

Lin Gang was a little curious and was attracted by his seriousness.

Others also looked here, holding their breath, wanting to see what kind of precious and rare gifts a fairy sect's top scholar, who is still like a child in his fifties and sixties, would give out.

"I will give you a world."

Jiang Ding didn't notice a trace of his grandeur, and said slowly: "The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is despicable and shameless. It is especially shameless to steal the thirteenth small world of the Immortal Sect, the Barren Copper Small World."

"I want to capture it and name it Ganghan Realm."

"What do you think?"

"..."

Lin Gang was stunned.

There was silence all around, and everyone opened their mouths, suspecting that they were hearing hallucinations.

"Ding Ding, what were you talking about just now?"

Lin Gang couldn't help but ask.

"Please wait for more than a month."

Jiang Ding stood up, floated in the air, and turned into a sharp gray-blue sword light flying into the sky, and met a silver-white sky fighter that suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Climbing upwards, breaking through the troposphere, entering the stratosphere, and disappearing.

"Apply to join the ground landing force in Huangtong Xiaojie."

"This behavior is dangerous, are you sure?"

The voice of the central array spirit computer sounded.

"confirm."

"We are applying to Canghai Tianjun, the commander of the battlefield of the Barren Copper Small Realm. Please wait... Canghai Tianjun agrees to your application... Please wait a moment. The instant inter-dimensional teleportation array is being opened for you alone. Please go to area A284 immediately... …”

The silver-white aerial fighter flew upward along the sacred tree Covering the Sky, passed through the stratosphere, entered the mesosphere, and flew to a platform hundreds of kilometers wide and densely covered with space arrays.

It was empty.

Everyone had been evacuated beforehand, and some Yuanying monks even used space means to speed up the clearance.

Not only that, all the roads he passed were blocked and blocked by the Central Array Computer. All signals sent to the outside world were temporarily blocked, and all those who might see his whereabouts along the way were strictly scrutinized and closely monitored.

The aerial fighter jet landed in the center of the interdimensional super teleportation array. The complicated space array patterns around it slowly lit up, and it was teleported immediately. There was no need to wait for any teleportation procedures. The efficiency was terrifyingly high.

"Didi!"

Jiang Ding, who had closed his eyes to repose, opened his eyes, and Jin Lingfeng's profile picture was projected on his mobile phone. He had a delicate and cute appearance, with sparkling silver hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyebrows were left in the sea.

"Jiang Ding!"

Jin Lingfeng said excitedly: "I have received a recruitment order from the Barren Copper Front Army. I need to enter the Taixu Illusion Realm to command the Qi Training Realm landing troops for you to cooperate."

Didi!

Not long after, An Siyan also appeared in the mobile communication. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and said calmly: "Jin Lingfeng is here too? Then I am in a similar situation. In addition, there should be many disciples of Yuanying monks. You will also join in to experience the real interface war and gain meritorious service.”

"The inner demon tribulation level of the Dan Formation has always been strange and weird. More experience is very important for them."

"good."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes again, and used his spiritual consciousness and magic power to warm up the Taiqing Flying Sword between his eyebrows and smooth out its restless sword body.

…

Surrounded by the layers of branches and leaves of the sacred tree covering the sky, a sky carrier covered with patches and sword marks slowly sailed out. It was simple and vicissitudes of life, and it was unknown how many years it had been sleeping.

"The bastards of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace!"

"Experience the fear we felt when we faced the Great Sun Swordsman!"

A young man with a pale face, earrings on his head, and ripped jeans stood at the bow of the ship and laughed wildly.

"The Wild Copper Small Realm belongs to the Immortal Sect."

"That's what I said!"

"Ding!"

The voice of the central array spirit computer slowly emerged.

"Commander of the God-class aerospace mothership, he once commanded the Sky Legion to repel eighty-nine God-form attacks, killed 16 God-form monks from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Xuanwu Tiangong and other forces, and participated in six Lianxu-level battlefields. Survive, the winner of the Sun-Destroying Sun Medal, the Sun-Destroying True Lord, applied to join the Bronze Front Army."

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