A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Daai Zhenren is indeed a great person."

Jiang Ding nodded, remembered this person in his heart, and made a mark.

Such a maverick person who has not been beaten to death and has really accomplished something is either a great virtuous person or a great treacherous person.

Of course, this may be too biased to think so.

Discuss the deeds but not the heart.

As long as you do good things, you are a good person.

If you want to talk about a perfect person, who doesn't have some dirty thoughts in his body?

For example, the browser records in Jiang Ding's mobile phone.

This is a first-level secret. Anyone who dares to pry will be beaten to death. After using the soul-killing spell for thousands of times, not a single soul residue with memory will be left.

"Since the situation in Xueliuyun is critical, why do you want to get involved at this time?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Because there is no other way."

Shang Gong, the first maid of Xia Zhi, said respectfully: "The growth of the golden elixir monks requires a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as a stable third-level high-grade spiritual vein. We dare not get involved with the young master's trophies and delay the young master's cultivation. We can only Go out to fight and fight, and you will not regret today even if you die."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding fell into thinking.

This is a fact. The Taoist soldiers exist for the sword master, and it is impossible to delay the sword master's training to support the Taoist soldiers' training.

One or two golden elixir monks are okay, but if there were more, dozens, dozens, it would be impossible to support them. We could only cut down what we need and wait in hiding.

This is still a golden elixir.

At the peak of a large number of foundation establishments, the maids in the later stages of foundation establishment only have two or three spiritual roots. It is impossible to naturally achieve the golden elixir. There must be opportunities for the golden elixir. There are a lot of opportunities for the golden elixir, and there are a lot of travels, honing, and perseverance regarding the Taoist heart. If you practice in one place, the possibility of breakthrough is very small.

You need to wait hundreds of years, even thousands of years.

At this time, the Tushan Maid Group will have an opportunity to develop, using it to control various places and form accurate rule.

At that time, the Tushan Maid Group still existed, and its strength would not weaken at all, but would become even stronger.

But the people inside are no longer these people.

Shang Gong, Shang Yun, Dong Zang, Chun Jian, Gong Caiyu, and many maids at the peak of Foundation Establishment looked longingly at the young man in green in front of them, looking forward to it but not daring to push him in the slightest.

"In that case, then go ahead."

"One-tenth of the people need to stay in the land of the Three Kingdoms. The remaining people are free to choose and rotate. They can go or stay. It will be discussed and determined. Nothing can be forced."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "I will write a letter, and Xueliuyun will make it convenient for you."

Because he once blocked True Lord Shencrow, although it was not subjective, it was done, so Jiang Ding believed that Xue Liuyun owed him a favor.

If Xue Liuyun doesn't approve, then let him approve.

In addition, Jiang Ding had cooperated with a large number of golden elixir monks in Luoxu Sect and Animal Spirit Fairy City, and he had formed a good relationship. If it was not a troublesome matter, I think it would be convenient for these golden elixir monks to come.

"Thank you, sir!"

Chun Jian, Shang Gong, Shang Yun and other maids were ecstatic and bowed their heads deeply.

"Thank you, this is war."

Jiang Ding shook his head gently: "Be safe. I hope you can all come back in two hundred years, just as you wish today, and live up to your past selves."

The Battle of the Royal Court lasted for two hundred years.

Two hundred years later, the blessed land of the Royal Court was opened, and the victors competed for the opportunity to become the Nascent Soul. Either they would achieve the Nascent Soul or die, they would be reincarnated once in a thousand years, for a total of 1,200 years, which was exactly the lifespan of the True Monarch of the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul Lord, who is the direct descendant of the major families in the North Plains, was born from such royal court wars.

The person who can win the Royal Court War will not be too bad in talent and skills, which ensures the bottom line of the ability of the family leader.

Shuoyang Tianjun really loves his descendants and has everything planned.

Two hundred years.

In such a long process, many golden elixirs will inevitably die of old age, many golden elixirs will be born, and many golden elixirs will rely on the life-extending elixirs and life-extending secrets to support themselves.

How many joys and sorrows, how much loyalty and betrayal, all different, it will definitely be interesting and exciting.

"Yes, sir!"

All the maids saluted in unison, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

No one called for help.

In the hearts of the maids, they were facing a Nascent Soul True Lord, the famous True Lord Tushan in Beiyuan. Naturally, they could not participate in the battle of the royal court among lower-level monks and could only rely on themselves.

Some people unconsciously look at their former friends and write them down, because this is likely to be the last time they meet.

The great tycoon of Beiyuan is bleeding clouds, the Holy Son of the Six Paths, the Fierce Sun Swordsman, the Ruler of the Tie Family... and so on, they are all famous golden elixir heroes.

No matter how arrogant they are, they don't think they can look down.

This journey must be difficult and dangerous, accompanied by life and death.

"Go ahead."

"May the immortality bless you."

Jiang Ding nodded and watched the women on the bronze dot stage disappear.

In the cultivation of Dao soldiers in Da Ri Sword Pavilion, tempering in life and death is essential.

Every year, geniuses from all the small and large realms come to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, accept the Taoist Flying Swords from the Great Sun Sword, and then rush to various battlefields to fight, temper, and die. New geniuses from the smaller realms arrive, and the going back and forth continues.

Until thousands of years and nearly ten thousand years later, countless bones of himself and his enemies were piled up, and he was born in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​corpses, and became a famous Sun Dao soldier in the world.

This matter was dealt with, and the rest was handed over to Tushan's clone.

…

Tushan Demon Palace.

The name is still the same. The owner is a person who likes history and has not changed the original name. This represents some things in the past and the items have a higher value because of history.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes on the Black Crow Throne and stared at the palace door.

This palace was built entirely of ordinary black broad stones, without a trace of color, and was tall and majestic. The major monks of Tushan Immortal City spent several months building it. They simply laid out the third-order spirit gathering array, without any more decorations, and black The magnificence and richness of the family are different.

Today, this newly built palace welcomed its first guest, the first Jindan monk.

A moment later, with the sound of gentle footsteps, a middle-aged monk with a majestic appearance walked into the palace. From a long distance away, he bowed deeply to the young man in green who was sitting on the Black Crow Throne: "Greetings to my junior uncle, I haven't seen you for many years." , how is little uncle always doing?"

"fine."

Jiang Dingxin Lake fluctuated.

The young monk in front of him has a mature and steady appearance. He is called the Green Fire Old Demon by many monks in the Three Kingdoms. He is good at using a green fire magic weapon and frequently attacks Hei's cities, spiritual mines and other places, causing many casualties. He has a terrible reputation. Hehe.

Looking carefully at his face, he could vaguely see the appearance of the young man who was the most talented boy in the world of dragons and phoenixes in the country of Yue more than a hundred years ago, which brought back many memories in his heart.

The true disciple of the Seven Feather Sect, Li Qingyun!

"Brother Li, I haven't seen you for many years. I am very happy that you have been promoted to Jindan and your cultivation is stable. Congratulations."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Of those old friends from the Yue Kingdom, now only Han Lin, Gong Caiyu, and Li Qingyun are left.

The other people, dead and scattered, have disappeared.

I don’t know how Han Lin was doing after escaping from the Luoxu Sect. Whether he continued to hunt for treasures in other family ancestral lands and caves where his predecessors relics were found, or whether he capsized in the ditch and died.