A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

There is probably no danger in the land of the Three Kingdoms.

It is too remote, and it is impossible for the Nascent Soul Lord to stay for a long time. The second and third level resources are almost useless to the Nascent Soul Lord. Not every force has the immortal industry to synthesize high-level resources.

However, it’s better not to take risks if you can.

Jiang Ding's body continues to fly into the soulless desert. He will randomly find a place and then sneak into the depths of the ground. Even the God-Transforming Heavenly Lord will not be able to find him.

Communication with the outside world is carried out through strictly encrypted transmission arrays.

This is not the end.

After a few years, he will leave here, and those who want to stay here are doomed to be disappointed.

The other Jiang Ding was a young man in green clothes with a handsome face, wearing a long sword on his waist. He walked towards Tushan Fairy City step by step without hiding anything.

Shortly after.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Ding looked at the fairy city in front of him with a hint of trance.

There are many fairy cities, and there are also many fairy cities in Beiyuan. Many of them are more majestic and magnificent than the fairy cities in front of them, but when it comes to the city with the deepest feelings, it is still here.

Every plant, tree, brick and tile here was built and born under his watch.

After traveling for more than ten kilometers, we arrived under the fairy city.

There were monks coming and going around, including foundation-building and Qi-training monks. From time to time, some people looked at this brand-new young man's face with the greedy eyes of a fat sheep.

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't take action and instead looked for other targets that seemed easier to win.

Old people, children, disabled people, walking alone in the wilderness.

In the eyes of many experienced monks, this represents danger.

Jiang Ding didn't pay attention to the greed of the monks around him. His consciousness swept dozens of kilometers in all directions and made a simple assessment.

"Public security has deteriorated sharply. People are killing people and grabbing treasures as close as ten kilometers away from Fairy City."

"There are many demonic cultivators. It is common for people to swallow souls and refine treasures in broad daylight, and to use the flesh and blood of monks to refine magic weapons. Others are used to it... This is a city that is very friendly to demonic cultivators."

Jiang Ding thought.

Decades have passed, and almost all the Qi Practitioners around have changed, and there is not a single one that I can remember in my memory.

Some of the foundation-building monks are familiar with them and have records in the Consciousness Sea database. Some of them are not at all. They should be from other places or newly born among the Qi-training monks.

However, no matter who it was, there was no reaction after seeing him. He did not know him back then and had only appeared within the scope of his spiritual consciousness.

Decades have passed, and this city is no longer what it was back then. Many things have changed. No one will remember a person who is insignificant to their lives.

Followed by the foundation-building Qi-training monks, they lined up to enter the city.

There are various heads hanging on the city wall, including monks who practice Qi and build foundation elixirs. They all have hideous faces and blood stains on their faces. They are all monks who violated the laws of the Tushan Immortal City of the Hei family. They were beheaded and their heads hung. show to the public.

Jiang Ding stared at a face for a moment and fell into memories.

This head seems to be called Li Mingda?

At the peak of foundation building, he was introduced to the Seven Feathers Sect from the Yue Kingdom, and they also guarded the spiritual mine together, and they were in love with each other.

Calculating his age, he was approaching the age of two hundred and fifty. It was time to look back on his life and enjoy his old age.

Now, he was beheaded and his head was hung on the city wall. His soul was imprisoned and tortured day and night with demonic fire until his soul died after decades.

Jiang Ding sighed.

"Anyone who captures and kills the remnants of the Seven Feathers Sect and the remnants of the Blood Massacre Palace will be heavily rewarded and will be given the VIP Order of Tushan Immortal City!"

"If two of the remnants of the sect turn themselves in, they will be exempted from their guilt and the Immortal City will reuse them."

city ​​gate,

A bearded Foundation-Building monk said loudly, staring at the monks coming and going with fierce eyes.

Everyone who was caught by his gaze was startled, and they all showed respectful and flattering expressions, lowered their heads, and did not dare to resist at all.

"It seems like something happened recently that made the people in power here nervous."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept away and he got information from the transmissions of many monks.

"The Green Fire Old Demon has attacked the third-level spiritual mine in Immortal City again."

A foundation-building monk and his companions sent a message with their spiritual consciousness, saying in horror: "Above and below the spiritual mine, all the Black monks and the garrison monks sent by the Immortal City were all dead and burned to ashes."

"Alas, since the two old city lords left, the fairy city has been in a lot of chaos, and the hidden remnants of the two sects have become active again."

"When will it be over? No matter which side gains the upper hand, it will be us casual cultivators who will die..."

"Xu San, the devil who relies on human power, one day the men of the Hei family will no longer like to use you, I will definitely..."

The voices of many monks could be heard as clearly as chatting on the street.

"Old Green Fire Demon..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

There is no shortage of outstanding people in this world.

As long as the soil is there and time passes, a steady stream of high-level monks will be born, and wild beasts will begin to look for their own hunting grounds, especially after the Hei clan has transferred a large number of monks from Tushan Fairy City to participate in the killing of common people.

Among the many monks who bowed their heads, the young man in green with a calm expression was particularly eye-catching.

Many monks who lowered their heads looked at him with schadenfreude with their peripheral vision, secretly thinking about where to hide if there was a dispute, so as to prevent blood from splattering on themselves.

"Who are you?"

"Could it be the remnants of the Seven Feather Sect? Give me..."

The bearded monk, a late-stage Foundation Builder named Ghost Head Xu San, stared coldly at the young man in green in front of him, and was about to order his men to capture him and throw him into a dark prison on any charge.

There was a sudden shock in my heart, and it was extremely cold.

It's like a rabbit meets a tiger, his mind goes blank, his body and soul are instinctively stiff and cold, unable to move at all.

This instinct is so strong that it even goes beyond reason.

"Get it for me!"

Ghost head Xu San reacted and roared angrily. Two pairs of ghost hands like iron arms stretched out and grabbed a monk who was in the first level of Qi training in front of the young man in green. He said sternly: "Are you a remnant of the Seven Feather Sect? "

This first-level qi-training monk was in his twenties or thirties. He was dressed as a knight, and he looked like he had come from somewhere in the mortal world to find a chance to find his destiny.

"Immortal...immortal master,"

The knight's face turned pale and he stammered: "I, I am not a remnant of the Seven Feathers Sect, I really am not..."

Under the pressure of the foundation-building monks, his mind went blank. He completely forgot about his past heroic ambitions and fighting in the arena. His body was shaking constantly, and there were faint urine stains on his trouser legs.

"no?"

"It's okay if it's not."

Ghost Head Xu San's face softened, and he said kindly: "Since it's not the case, then I'll make amends to my little friend. This is the compensation for my little friend, so don't be surprised."

He handed out a storage bag and stuffed it into the young knight's arms.

A dozen subordinates who were about to catch the thief were stunned on the spot.

The casual cultivators who lined up to enter the city were also stunned, suspecting that they were hallucinating. How could Xu San, the ghost head, become such a good person, not even apologizing, but returning spiritual stones to others?

"This uncle,"

Soon, the queue reached Jiangding. Xu San, the ghost head, kowtowed to the ground and said respectfully: "Is this your first time coming to Tushan Fairy City? May I ask your name? What are you doing here?"

Without waiting for an answer, he explained with an apologetic smile.

"You don't need your real name, you can just pick one. It's the same with anything you do. Just say it casually so that the kids can write it down. Then record your breath and you can enter the city. There is no entry fee. You can stay as long as you want. Can."

"If you find it annoying, just write these little ones for you."

The eyes of the monks around him all bulged out.

Everyone was thinking crazily in the sea of ​​​​consciousness as to which big shot he was descended from, so that he could be so groveling.

Gradually, the Qi-training monks felt better, but some of the older Foundation-building monks were shaken, with a look of horror on their faces, their scalps were numb, their bodies began to tremble, and they wished they could grow eight legs in an instant and leave far away.

"Hello, I'm not an uncle."

"I'm only sixteen years old this year."

Jiang Ding registered in accordance with the regulations and said softly: "My name is Tushan."

"The purpose of my coming here is to kill all the golden elixir cultivators of the Hei clan and to kill all the demon cultivators who use humans as training materials."

"That's it, nothing more."

Finish