A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Tushan?

Name, Tushan!

Some of the foundation-building monks around were confused, angry, and felt like they were being tricked.

Many other foundation-building monks began to tremble, remembering the past nearly a hundred years ago.

From minor Qi training to foundation building monk, most of his life has been shrouded in the reputation of Patriarch Tushan.

At that time, they even thought that they, and their children and grandchildren, would be accustomed to the great reputation of Tushan Ancestor from birth to death, and this would last for a long time that they could not estimate.

At that time, they were accustomed to the order in Tushan Immortal City, which was orderly, demonic cultivation was forbidden, and they would honestly be good cultivators in this life.

Then, suddenly.

The immortal monks of the Hei clan came, and many people died. A new order emerged, which was more chaotic, bloody, and cruel.

Diligence and craftsmanship are no longer the criteria for measuring a monk's strength. Only the most cruel, bloody, and able monks who can extract benefits from other immortal cultivators and mortals are the ones that the fairy city needs.

The road to the golden elixir has become a delusion that is difficult to express and will lead to terrible disasters.

But what can be done?

The Hei clan will kill all monks with foreign surnames who may be able to form elixirs. Even the monks with excellent qualifications in the middle stage of foundation building are on that terrible blood list, and they will disappear without a trace at any time.

Only mediocre and loyal foundation-building monks will be allowed to live on the back road that the Hei family has painstakingly cultivated.

At this moment, when the word Tushan appeared,

All the monks' eyes fell on the young man in green in front of the city gate.

A sixteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi and wearing a sword.

There are also faces that haven’t changed at all in hundreds of years.

Exactly the same as in memory.

"Goodbye, ancestor!"

There was a Foundation Establishment monk whose hair was starting to turn gray, his eyes flashing with heat, and he knelt down without a moment's hesitation.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

"Congratulations to the ancestor for his return and immortality..."

There were many foundation-building monks around who also knelt on the ground and shouted fervently.

These monks are above the middle stage of foundation building, are older, have experienced the pre-Tushan Immortal City era, are completely different, and have no descendants, or do not care about descendants.

He only cares about the golden elixir road, no matter what, as long as there is hope, he will pounce on it like a moth to a flame.

The remaining foundation-building monks hesitated.

There are older foundation-building monks who have experienced the pre-Tushan era. They are concerned, afraid of being implicated, and hesitate.

There were younger foundation-building monks who were surprised and did not trust this new stranger.

Finally, a small number of foundation-building monks bowed their heads respectfully and sent messages everywhere. They were die-hard loyalists of the Hei clan, or they were foundation-building monks of the Hei clan.

The Qi-training monks were confused and didn't know what to do.

All living beings are different, and each has his or her own choices.

The only thing they have in common is,

Insignificant.

The wind blows and the mountain collapses. No matter whether the people involved are happy or fearful, nothing can be changed.

You can only get used to it and endure it.

"Um."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly, stretched out his hand, and Li Mingda's head fell into his hands.

Wisps of sword energy overflowed from the fingers, and the viciousness that imprisoned the soul prevented the ice and snow from melting, without harming the soul within it.

Instead, a clear light poured into it, making the weak soul gradually solidify and not disperse in the sunlight.

Dong dong dong...

The moment the head was taken off, strands of invisible curse followed the head and entangled towards Jiang Ding. The city wall formation rumbled and stern orders were transmitted to all directions.

Many terrible punishments from the Black family appeared in the souls of the surrounding monks who were guarding the city, and they couldn't help but shudder.

Further away, more monks formed a battle formation and came towards here.

Within a few breaths, more than a hundred monks rushed over, all dressed in black and filled with evil spirits.

The monks around him hurriedly got out of the way, fearful and fearful.

These people are the famous black-clothed guards in the Immortal City. They are the nightmares in the hearts of many monks. I heard that in the past, the casual cultivators and the talented people in the Immortal City were all handled by others, and they rarely made mistakes.

"you!"

"Put down the heads of the remnants of the Seven Feathers!"

A square-faced monk in the late stage of foundation building, surrounded by more than a hundred monks in the battle formation, shouted loudly: "After the Hei family is the true king, even the ancestor of the Golden Pill will not be so arrogant in our Tushan Immortal City!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks around him were shocked.

Even the foundation-building cultivator who knelt down at first felt a lot of regret in his heart and glanced left and right, looking for a way out.

Jiang Ding ignored these.

He continued to carefully sort out Li Mingda's soul, which was on the verge of being broken, with mana and soul-nourishing elixirs.

Although this old man has no friendship with him, he can still be regarded as an old friend.

Over the years, Long San, Huang Deyou and others gradually died, and old friends gradually withered away. I felt a lot of regrets. When I met them, I treated them casually.

"court death!"

"Stubborn!"

The square-faced monk was from the side line of the Hei family. He didn't know what an old friend was. He only knew that if he hesitated again, the punishment of the direct line monk would make him unable to survive or die, which was hundreds of times more terrifying than death.

"kill him!"

The square-faced monk shouted fiercely, and slashed down with a strong wind with a gloomy ghost-headed broadsword. The sword technique was so severe that the eighteen-headed ghosts were wailing.

"kill!"

More than a hundred monks on the side shouted loudly, and the magical weapons also fell down. The coordination was extremely exquisite, and the magical weapons merged into a river, with the faint amplification of a battle formation. The power was terrifying, and the expressions of many foundation-building monks around him changed drastically.

These terrifying attacks hit the young man in green mercilessly who was holding a weak remnant soul cure.

Keng!

There was a slight sword cry.

The flying sword was not seen coming out of its sheath, and the sword energy was overflowing.

Gathering into a river, the terrifying magical weapons flowed out, their auras were extinguished, and they fell from the sky, clinking on the ground with sparks flying everywhere.

"No……"

The square-faced monk and more than a hundred black-clothed guards looked horrified and could not say a word. The magic shield dissipated, their breath disappeared, and their bodies fell softly to the ground.

There was not even a single scratch on his body.

"Hiss..."

The surrounding foundation-building Qi-training monks were horrified.

They all bowed their heads deeply and fell silent. Many monks who were less well-read immediately engraved the name Tushan deeply into their minds.

Jiang Ding concentrated on healing the remnant soul in front of him without any distractions, trying to keep his soul intact as much as possible.

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, he might as well be reincarnated into a good family, and the friendship he had more than a hundred years ago would not be in vain.

"...It hurts...please spare me..."

"...spare my life..."

The remnant soul woke up, its face was extremely twisted and ferocious, and it could not stop wailing and crying. It was obvious that it had endured torture beyond the limit of the soul in the past, and was crying bitterly.

After a long time, I finally regained some sanity.

"Little uncle?"

"Little uncle!!"

Li Mingda looked over again and again, his body was shaken and he was extremely happy.

In front of him was the ancestor's junior brother who was the most talented in the history of the Seven Feathers Sect and possessed an incomplete innate sword body!

That alone was not enough to surprise him.

What's even more exciting is that this young uncle is notoriously cautious. He could stay on a hill for decades at a young age without leaving even half a step. His patience was terrifying and he would never be able to survive. In danger.

That is to say...

"Well, it's me."

"Senior Li, take a rest."

Jiang Ding responded with a smile and told him it was not an illusion.

He comforted him a little and put Li Mingda away.

Jiang Ding looked at the empty void not far away, as well as the third-level top formation patterns that were constantly creeping around.

There is a person here.

"Are you in the late stage of Jindan?"

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised and recalled Hei's information.

After reading a large number of classics, he can now be said to be the monk who knows the Hei family best in the world.

In the next few hundred years, if anyone wants to study the Hei clan of the Black Snow Prairie, he will be a worthy Taishan Beidou-type figure.

"Your name is Kurosawa Mine, and you are the son of Hei Chengwu. He seems to have put a lot of effort into putting you on this back road. He is not a completely ruthless person."

Jiang Ding said quietly.

"Who are you?"

Ahead, the sky was hazy, and a short-bearded man who looked like the leader of the Black Clan, Hei Chengwu, was forcibly pulled out of invisibility and looked at the young man in green in surprise and uncertainty.