A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding made a move, and in the white dust all over the sky, little bits of blood light converged into a blood-transforming magic sword with dim light.

Generally speaking, after the death of the owner, the natal magic weapon will also be severely damaged, and the aura will be completely dimmed.

Even if you put in the effort to re-sacrifice it, you can only downgrade it and use it, and you won't be able to make any progress for the rest of your life.

But this blood-transforming magic sword is stronger.

"The Holy Body of Blood Spirit...the nine magical powers."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

Recalling the memory of the Blood Spirit Holy Body in Mu Tianxue's Consciousness Sea, and comparing it with the ancient books and information in the Immortal Sect Library: "This body and soul are so dead that they cannot be condensed again within five hundred years."

"In other words, she still has eight lives, scattered somewhere."

"If necessary, refine this life-blood sword into a primer and search the whole world to find the other eight Mu Tianxue and beat them to death one by one... We will talk about it when we have time."

The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword trembled, and the blade curled up, shrinking from the size of a palm to the size of a thumb, trying to become smaller.

"Spiritual is good."

Jiang Ding picked up a thumb-sized bloody knife, threw it into a jade box, and applied layers of seals.

The anger is almost gone now.

Mu Tianxue had better not bump into his hands again, otherwise he would refine a large number of drones, each with their own aura to lock the magic weapon, and it would take at most decades or hundreds of years to search the entire Beiyuan to ensure that every needle can find out.

Everything is done.

Jiang Ding looked at the surrounding mountains, rivers and trees, and suddenly felt hesitant and hesitant.

"Let's go to Beiyuan."

"I need at least more than 30 million low-grade spiritual stones and a large amount of gold, copper, and other priority materials every year, which cannot be filled by occasional donations from well-wishers.

Xianmen's loan can only solve temporary emergencies and needs to be repaid, and Xianmen is very poor...it must have a stable ruling area. "

"Go and beat the True Lord Divine Crow to death!"

"In this way, I can bring long-term peace and stability to the entire Three Kingdoms."

After a long time, he made up his mind.

The blue electromagnetic light flashed and disappeared more than ten kilometers away, then flashed again and disappeared completely.

More than ten days later,

Jiang Ding came to the dividing line between Tuguo Forest and Wuling Gobi, and took one last look at this place where he had lived for more than a hundred years.

In fact, there is nothing to miss.

People I know, Huang Deyou from Dongling Mansion, Tang Wang, the Marquis of Zhendong, and others have been dead for who knows how many years. Gong Caiyu, Han Lin, Li Qingyun and other few remaining people fled to the Beiyuan Immortal World under pressure.

On this land, among the hundreds of millions of creatures, there is nothing old.

"I'll be back."

Jiang Ding showed no regrets and plunged headlong into the vast and soulless desert.

…

Yellow sand piles up everywhere, and the wind blows endlessly.

Jiang Ding hid his figure and flew silently in the sky. Occasionally, the blue light flashed, and he passed through the tornado-like yellow sand storm and appeared more than ten kilometers away.

These tornadoes are literally everywhere, appearing and disappearing suddenly, and every time they appear they pose a huge threat to the Golden Core cultivators.

What's even more frightening is that there is no spiritual energy around, and each spell cast requires a large amount of mana. It cannot be replenished from the outside world. It can only be restored by absorbing spiritual stones, and the power of the spell is almost cut in half.

If there are too many storms, it is common for Golden Core cultivators to die.

At this time, it was already half a month later.

Jiang Ding went deep into the Wuling Gobi. No, it should be called the Wuling Desert now for tens of thousands of kilometers. It was a very far distance, but as far as he could see, the sky was still full of yellow sand. Nothing had changed, and it seemed to last forever.

"It will take about two years to get to Beiyuan, but I can't spend all my time traveling. I can't take less than one class to practice the flying sword... about six years."

Jiang Ding calculated in his mind.

The average Golden Core cultivator can get out of this soulless desert in about fifteen years if he travels with all his strength, and the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce's flying boat is about the same.

His speed was much faster, but he was afraid of an ambush on the opposite side, so he deliberately avoided the main road, so the road would be much longer and he would encounter more storms and dangers.

Of course, the danger is only for the Golden Core cultivator. For him, it is just a waste of one or two years.

"Half a month, the time is up."

An alarm clock rang in Jiang Ding's soul and consciousness.

He only walked for fifteen days at a time.

The figure disappeared.

…

Silver peaks float in the sky.

It moves erratically within a certain range. A sun-god tree on it is brilliant and has luxuriant branches. It absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun within a range of dozens of kilometers, creating a turbulent spiritual energy storm.

Lasted for three months and then slowly stopped.

"My magic power has improved a bit."

Jiang Ding looked inside his Dantian.

In the Dantian Lake, the mana accumulation is closer to one third of the point.

"Affected by the rush, the mana accumulation speed is a little slower, and the time to break through the middle stage of the golden elixir will be delayed by a few years... There is no problem."

"The next two months are dedicated to refining the flying sword."

Jiang Ding withdrew his consciousness from his dantian and looked at the smooth mirror-like ground, where piles of pure iron ingots and pure aluminum ingots were arranged in a hill-like shape, each weighing more than forty tons.

"Today is No. 21 Geng Gold with miscellaneous grains to supplement trace elements."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He took out the Sun Flame Crystal and Yuexi Crystal, which had been consumed a lot, and spit out a blazing blue elixir fire. Taking over the flame of the Sun Flame Crystal, the temperature suddenly rose, and the strong flaming sword intent spread.

The sun tree that penetrated the sky disintegrated, and in the spiritual light that filled the sky, a blue flying sword appeared, fell on the flames, and turned red little by little.

After letting go of the sword's protection and actively cooperating, after being calcined by the elixir fire and sun-flavored crystal fire from the same source for more than ten days, the Taiqing Feijian's entire body turned red and entered a critical state.

Dozens of tons of iron and aluminum ingots flew in not far away, and were continuously refined amidst the sizzling sounds, extracting essence beyond the limits of ordinary materials. After dozens of tons were refined, only a drop the size of a soybean remained.

"disease!"

Jiang Ding pinched the magic weapon, pulling the essence of iron and the essence of aluminum, and merged it with the energy of Geng metal synthesized from No. 21 Geng metal. Using the three as ink, his spiritual consciousness and mana as pen, he silently recited "The Sword Refining Technique of the Great Sun Tianchi" The secret is to carve subtle Sun God forbidden lines on the body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, connect them with the original forbidden lines, and then spread in all directions.

The essence of iron, the essence of aluminum, and the essence of Geng metal spread in all directions along the tip of the pen, further tempering the sword body and strengthening the tenacity and sharpness of the sword itself.

Two months later, the final touch was made.

Buzz!

The forbidden lines of the Sun God were activated, flashing with dense hot lines, and the light gathered towards the center, undergoing complex and rapid changes.

After a while, a Earthshake Restriction was generated.

"The twelfth earthly evil ban has been completed."

Jiang Ding gently stroked the red sword body, making a sizzling sound when the magic power and high temperature touched it.

Buzz!

Inside the sword body, the twelve earthly evil restraints resonated and resonated at this time. They glowed with each other and connected with each other. The magic power flowed through them unimpeded and formed a whole.

After a long time, he calmed down and the aura of the sword became stronger.

"In terms of restrictions, it is a mid-level magic weapon, and it is one step closer to being an infant."

Jiang Ding said happily.

After admiring it for a moment, with a thought, the Yuexi Crystal revealed a hole, and the cold white mist containing the Taiyin Sword Intent poured into the red Taiqing Flying Sword.

In the sizzling sound, the sword body was tempered, the hidden wounds were repaired, and the twelfth Great Sun Divine Barrier was completely stabilized.