A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The news that Taiyin Jianzi formed the Daoze Golden Pill spread out, sending some ripples outside the world.

Daozi, this is a person who is expected to refine himself in the future. He may have the power to control changes in thousands of realms. Although he is only a golden elixir monk now, his every move is eye-catching.

Some are dissatisfied, some hate, some look forward to...all different things.

Jiang Ding doesn't care about this. He is still far away from the realm of influence now, so he just needs to take care of his own cultivation.

First, I went back home and stayed at home for two weeks.

Then, he went to the soulless desert for half a month. When the time was up, he returned to the school and continued to practice flying swords, engrave restrictions, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice, and accumulate mana.

In the blink of an eye, another few months passed.

Under the brilliant sun tree, Jiang Ding opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"January 1st... another new year."

Jiang Ding put away the Taiqing Flying Sword and flew towards the Sky Class classroom of Lord Killer Soul.

Since my grandparents passed away and my mother and sister were promoted to Foundation Establishment Monks, the New Year has rarely been celebrated at home. It always feels like time passes so fast, as if the end of the year and the beginning of the year are no longer so important.

Along the way, aerial warships flew by one after another, whipping up strong winds and making the nearby forest roar.

Jiang Ding's eyes stayed on these aerial battleships for a moment.

Most of them are more than 600 meters long, more than 80 meters wide, and as big as six or seven football fields. They are ferocious steel giants, mostly with a gray silver coating.

Thick cannons were inserted into the bow of the ship, and the cannon barrels were covered with fine runes. They spontaneously gathered the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth without being activated, and involuntarily produced a pressure that would suffocate the foundation-building monks.

Air and space battleship!

The powerful war weapon of the immortal monks!

People with the same level of cultivation can often lock and destroy them with one shot, of course, excluding the elites of the Immortal Sect such as the true disciples of the Immortal Sect.

But this is not the final form of the combat power of the Immortal Sect monks. It is the fighting method of the Immortal Sect monks to form a legion of monks with a large number of aerial fighters. Groups of true disciples will be bombarded to pieces in front of them.

The Immortal Sect can only defeat them by relying on Daozi-level figures who are extraordinary and contrary to common sense.

Warships gathered, and air and space fighter planes followed.

Jin Lingfeng said hello to An Siyan and flew the fighter plane to his superior battleship. The fighter plane pattern and the battleship pattern quickly blended together to form a whole.

"Today is still a division-level military formation drill, which requires mastering and maintaining a quasi-Nascent Soul-level military formation under the enemy's territory."

The Soul-Slaying Lord had arrived a long time ago and made arrangements casually.

The legal domain opened, and suddenly, a killing and soul-destroying aura spread out in all directions, controlling the spiritual energy and blocking all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, enough to suppress groups of pill-forming and foundation-building monks effortlessly.

Jin Lingfeng, An Siyan and others' breathing stagnated, heavy pressure surged into their hearts, and they lost all sensitivity to the aura of heaven and earth outside.

The next moment, many warships roared and formed formations. Combined with the formations of many aerial fighters participating in the exercise, formations appeared and died, expanding outward to form a quasi-fourth-level formation with brilliant aura. .

Within the scope of the military formation and within a few kilometers around the military formation, the will of the dead souls was shaken away, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was regained control.

Quasi-fourth level formation,

It has the ability to seize control of part of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the Yuanying legal domain!

Of course, at best, it is just a little self-protection. It is still wishful thinking to contend with a legal domain of dozens of kilometers. It can only be said that the Yuanying monk will not die in a single thought.

More than a hundred Jindan monks and tens of thousands of foundation-building students drawn from all over the Immortal Sect to participate in the drill formed six quasi-Nascent Soul-level military formations.

This is not their limit.

Every Jing-level Kung Fu Ph.D. student here has the ability to command a quasi-Nascent Soul-level military formation. As long as they are equipped with regiment-level, battalion-level commanders, and many soldiers, each of them will have quasi-Nascent Soul-level combat effectiveness. .

After years of reserve, there are many golden elixir monks in the immortal sect.

In the era before the Immortal Sect's Void Refining Sequence Golden Pill, also known as the Immortal Sect's Daozi, was forced back by the overwhelming, almost endless quasi-Nascent Soul-level army and fourth-level taboo nuclear weapons that seemed to outsiders.

If Daozi is careless and spends too much mana, there is no hope of killing him.

Of course, this tactic is a helpless move. A large number of golden elixirs and foundation-building monks die every moment, killing eight hundred enemies and damaging one thousand.

This tactic has not been used for a long time since Xianmen established its hegemony.

"I'm learning pretty well."

The Soul-Slaying True Monarch's consciousness swept across the six divisions fighting against the puppets in the legal domain, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he set his sights on a corner of the battlefield.

A young man in green clothes sat cross-legged and took out a green orb.

Under the legal domain, it seemed to have no effect on him, and the breeze blew on his face.

"This is the Tao of the Immortal Sect."

The Soul-Slaying Lord was even more satisfied.

If we want group fights, there will be group fights, if we want one-on-one fights, there will be one-on-one fights. Who dares to refuse?

…

Jiang Ding's consciousness poured into the Yin Mist Orb.

This orb was refined with a wisp of sword intent from True Lord Yinwu of the Taiyin Sword Sect. Over the past hundred years, he has challenged it many times, but all ended in failure. It was just a matter of how long he persisted.

At this time, after promotion, I tried for the first time.

A flower in front of my eyes.

The surroundings were hazy, as if they were in a lake. An elderly woman was looking at the lake with a calm expression.

"True Lord Yinwu..."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept over, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

When the foundation was being built, it was thought that the enemy was invincible, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

With his spiritual consciousness sweeping over, he can clearly see that she is composed of a wisp of cold sword intent, and the surrounding lake is also a layer of illusion. You can admire it, or you can create a magic weapon array by raising your hand.

"Big Sun Sword."

"Long time no see."

The old woman's voice was hoarse, but she actually seemed to have intelligence. She laughed strangely: "Although your swordsmanship is clumsy, the strange thing is that your sword intention is not affected. It is not weaker than the Great Sun Sword of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion back then. I am so old." A ray of sword intent cannot stop your sword."

"Dongji Demon Sect is really delaying you, why not..."

"Come."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was unsheathed, with its edge restrained, and the sword was slashed towards the old woman's head. Using a regular sword-slicing style based on basic swordsmanship, the sword energy was concentrated on one side of the blade.

"fog!"

Lord Yinwu's expression condensed.

I don’t know what kind of treasure refining methods the Immortal Sect used to retain her strong will to survive. When she opened her mouth and spat out, thick green mist spread in all directions, covering her consciousness and will.

Taiqing Feijian turned a blind eye to this fog of sword intent, easily found the core point, and slashed it down with one sword.

Ding!

Sparks bloomed, and under the sword, a green mist sword appeared on the old woman's head, then the second, the third... densely packed, spread over several kilometers around, with a total of nine hundred flying swords forming a sword array.

The Taiqing Flying Sword, which was powerful enough to cut off high-grade magic weapons in an instant, fell on it, and was dispersed into two, and the two into four... scattered to more than 900 flying swords, and then dispersed to the surrounding Qing Dynasty for several kilometers. In the fog.

Boom!

In an instant, Qingwu exploded, received terrible power, twisted, faded, was chopped into pieces, and dissipated.

Only nine hundred Qingwu Feijian with dim spiritual light were left in place.

"It's just the power of the flying sword..."

The old woman's face turned pale.

With a stroke of her palm, nine hundred flying swords clanked, forming a huge sword array to surround the Taiqing Flying Swords. There was a thunderous sound in every move, and the speed was extremely fast.

Streams of water appeared from time to time in the sword energy, and spells such as ice needles suddenly stabbed him, making the Taiqing Flying Sword scramble and become extremely sophisticated.

"Your Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

Jiang Ding's gaze paused, and he only used basic swordsmanship to compete with him. Sparks bloomed as the swords clashed, and the jingling sword sounds continued. He carefully understood the wonders of this true king's swordsmanship.

A few days later, the spiritual light of Yinwu Zhenjun's nine hundred flying swords dimmed and collapsed.

He himself was also cut in half from the center of his eyebrows by a blue flying sword.

Jiang Ding stopped and closed his eyes to review the battle just now. After a long time, he opened his eyes and seemed to have learned a lot.

"One step closer to the second level of swordsmanship, Sword Qi Leiyin."

Jiang Ding's eyes lit up: "This is true for every dead thing. If I find Taiyin Jianzi and fight with her every day, won't my swordsmanship improve by leaps and bounds?"

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