A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The statue collapsed and fell, and the divided soul was destroyed.

The surrounding layers of yellow sand and the spiritual land collapsed, revealing the Luoxu Sect's Patriarch's Hall in the clouds of incense and mist.

Jiang Ding untied the shackles of the Bagua Forbidden Breaking Formation.

"Huhu..."

A large group of cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core fell to the ground like fallen leaves. Regardless of whether they were in the middle or late stages of the Golden Core, or were geniuses or not, they all had pale faces, severe pain in their meridians, and were drained of energy and blood.

Obviously, the formation's squeeze on them was calculated and extremely precise, absorbing exactly 120% of their mana and spiritual consciousness.

No more, no less, stuck on permanent damage, falling below the critical line of cultivation.

No monk dared to complain. He looked at the young man in green in the sky and the statue fragments on the ground in awe, sat cross-legged, and quickly entered a healing state to stabilize the precarious golden elixir foundation that was about to collapse.

Jiang Ding did the same, closing his eyes in the sky to rest and recover his magic power.

This battle is indeed a bit difficult.

For a figure like Shuoyang Tianjun, even if it is just a ray of soul, it is a bit too big for his clone. If you are not careful, your body and soul will be destroyed.

"Ten thousand years have passed, are you still alive?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The lifespan of a monk who transforms into a god is ten thousand years. In addition, this person has become famous ten thousand years ago, so the time to be promoted to a god is much earlier.

Time has passed so far, and it should have reached its end long ago.

Even if there are life-extending pills and the like, not to mention that the small world is barren, it is difficult to produce life-extending pills and heavenly materials and earthly treasures at the level of gods. Even if there are, they can only extend life for one or two thousand years, and they are also dead.

"Promote to a higher realm?"

Jiang Ding's heart skipped a beat when he thought of a possibility.

"No, not possible."

"Not to mention inheritance, it is just a small world with no soil for promotion and refining. It is like a flower pot, and it is impossible for towering trees to grow.

Simple material and nutrition are not enough. Cultivation of immortality is not an idealistic fantasy and must abide by the constraints of realistic rules. "

For example, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, in its peak state, dominates the situation in the realm, beating the eight major immortal sects to the point where they can't leave the sect's small world, and directly controls at least 200 small worlds.

But even so, it is not enough to meet the needs for promotion to the realm of refining, and it will take at least ten thousand years of accumulation.

This shows how difficult it is to reach a higher level.

It doesn't mean that you are a genius or something, the material foundation must exist before the next step is possible.

Although Shuoyang Tianjun is invincible in the world, it is far from enough.

"Sleep?"

"There is a slight possibility. This world is not an ordinary small world. There may be related secret techniques, but it is definitely not at its peak state. It will take at least hundreds of years to recover. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Jiang Ding went through all the possibilities one by one and felt at ease.

When hundreds of years pass, it's hard to say who will run away.

Put aside all distracting thoughts, cultivate your soul and mana with all your strength, and enter a semi-reclusive state.

In front of the Luoxu Sect's Patriarch Hall, it fell into a very quiet state, with only the whistling wind blowing by, and there was no more noise.

It lasted for more than half a month.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked around.

The surrounding Saint Sons of Six Paths, Xue Liuyun and others have all finished healing their injuries and stood respectfully aside with their hands tied, not daring to rush anything.

Half a month is not a long time for a Golden Core cultivator. It is just a matter of recovering some superficial injuries, recovering some mana, and having the basic ability to protect himself.

But all the golden elixir cultivators couldn't wait to finish their cultivation, and looked at the golden statue fragments around them from time to time, especially the fourth-level part with pure and sharp aura.

Others looked at the Luoxu Sect's Patriarch's Hall with salivation, guessing what kind of earth-shattering treasures there would be inside.

If it were an ordinary person, everyone wouldn't be so excited and eager.

No matter what kind of treasures and inheritances, they have always been owned by a few top strong people. Everyone is used to it. This is the practice in the world of immortality. A few strong people own most of the things.

But, this one is different!

Many of the things he personally promised, at least so far, have no signs of being violated, which has to make people think a lot.

"Fellow Taoists seem to be impatient."

Jiang Ding stood up, nodded slightly, and swept his consciousness in all directions.

In an instant,

Within a range of tens of kilometers, many radiant gold fragments were flying here from all directions.

Some were as big as a house, some were as thin as dust, regardless of rank, they all flew here and landed on the ground, forming a humanoid statue a hundred feet high, with the appearance of Shuoyang Tianjun vaguely visible.

The Holy Son of Six Paths, Hei Louxi and others looked into the distance uncomfortably.

The Beiyuan family, regardless of whether they are evil or righteous, attaches great importance to filial piety, which is their political correctness. Many high-level monks also sincerely agree that without their ancestors, they would not be what they are today.

The statue of our ancestors has been desecrated to this point. We should protect it to the death and not stop until we kill all our enemies.

No matter what...

The Holy Sons of Six Paths just looked away without making any movement at all.

"Thirty percent of it belongs to me."

Jiang Ding said calmly and looked at the monks around him.

"Of course!"

"Master Tushan is so righteous!"

"I admire you..."

Master Baimei and others were overjoyed, and they agreed repeatedly, and the flattering sounds were endless, and they were all sincere, and they did not feel numb.

Because it's almost true.

Many golden elixirs asked themselves, so many glorious golds, including fourth-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures, if they were themselves, they would never be able to share them with others, especially a group of weak people with discordant hearts.

The weak eat the strong, this is the natural principle in the world of immortality.

"Very good."

Jiang Ding nodded and waved his hand, and pieces of Yaojin flew out from the Yaojin statue. A large pile at the third level and a small pile at the fourth level were suspended in the air.

Order numerous golden elixir monks to scan them one by one with their spiritual consciousness, confirm their weight and quality, and collect 30% of them.

These things are worth more than one billion low-grade spiritual stones. They are rare materials that are rarely seen in the outside world. They are very suitable for refining flying swords.

Everyone looked at the remaining Yao Jin with hot eyes.

"Next, it's yours."

Jiang Ding didn't waste any time, threw out a jade book, carefully burned some information, and distributed it to everyone.

Many golden elixirs quickly took over the jade book and stared at it with bated breath.

Han Lin also took the jade book that flew in front of him with both hands, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it.

Above is a ranking. At the top, the name Lieyang Sword Zi Lieshan comes into view.

"The most meritorious service is Lieshan."

"Maintain Li Gua, sort out the formation, harmonize all phenomena, and the merits will be increased by three hundred; the golden elixir peaks, the merits will be increased by ten; the formation will be running for the nineteenth breath, assisting the formation of the sword of the Lihuo hexagram, the merits will be increased by thirty; the formation collapses At that time, he was the first to respond to the formation reorganization, and his merits were increased by eighty..."

Under Lieyang Jianzi's Lieshan name, there are lines of spiritual inscriptions engraved with his merits. Each line of words is accompanied by a picture. It is precisely the opponent's words and deeds in the battle and the reason for his merits. Nothing wrong.

So detailed?

Han Lin was inexplicably shocked.

"Lie Shan, with four hundred and forty-seven meritorious deeds, will be rewarded with third-level dazzling gold..., and will be rewarded with fourth-level dazzling gold..."

"Second in merit, Yin Dao."

"Add 10 points to the gold elixir's peak meritorious service; add 300 points to the main Qian hexagram;... waver, be the first to collapse, have the slowest recovery response, and reduce the meritorious service by 60 points..."

"Three hundred and fifty-five meritorious services, rewarded with third-level radiant gold..."

The second Holy Son of Six Paths and the Holy Son of Fierce Sun were originally not much different, but the other party made mistakes during the battle, so there was a lot of difference.

"The third meritorious service is bloody, the second hundred and fifty-seventh meritorious service is rewarded with gold..."

By the third time, the merits suddenly dropped significantly.

Han Lin looked carefully and saw the images of his spiritual consciousness passing through each line of meritorious deeds. Comparing the two former ones, he found that this gentleman's formation level was too poor. He was far from being able to compare with the Six Paths Saint Son and Lieyang Sword Son. He relied entirely on the Quasi-Nascent Soul. He managed to hold on to the third level of strength.