A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord and the Canghai Heavenly Lord gathered together several Nascent Soul Lords who looked very old at first glance, and took Jiang Ding and others to a place called Tongtou Street, where they met in a food stall.

Spicy crayfish, grilled fish, grilled eggplant... and dozens of beers to order.

"Eight horses, five leaders!"

"Six six..."

Sun Destroyer Tianjun and others were punching loudly, drinking, bragging about their drinking capacity, raising their arms from time to time to show their tattoos, ignoring the frowning expressions of the drinkers next to them... They were quite unqualified.

"Forehead……"

Jiang Ding didn't like drinking and didn't know how to box. He felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Zhenjun Dinghai and the three of them.

Except for the Soul-Slaying Lord, these three people all have a strong bookish temperament, and they don't seem to like drinking.

They happily ordered a few pots of herbal tea from the boss and ate spicy crayfish and grilled fish without saying anything.

From time to time, he would stop to answer questions from elders, and other times he would just eat.

And if you eat whatever is delicious, you can ask the boss to add more dishes after you finish eating. You don’t have to pay for it yourself, so don’t feel bad.

Sun Destroyer Tianjun and the others didn't persuade them to drink. They just took a few children out to eat, asking about their cultivation and studies from time to time, and giving encouragement and greetings.

Most of the rest of the time was spent shouting, drinking and bragging with his brothers.

I didn’t even eat much of the food, because it was all caused by Zhenjun Dinghai and the others.

'I understand. ’

Jiang Ding suddenly realized that he had learned the same thing.

He rummaged through the menu and ordered a piece of crayfish in a griddle, along with a large bottle of refreshing drink. He started eating directly, pausing from time to time to say a few words. He accepted the teachings from Canghai Tianjun and his friends with a mouth full of oil, and imparted their cultivation and combat experience. .

After eating for more than ten hours in a row, the Yuanying monk's appetite was horribly huge, so he left drunkenly.

Originally, the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord wanted to sing, but Zhenjun Dinghai and the others took advantage of him being drunk and dragged him directly towards the library of Xiandu.

"goodbye teacher!"

Jiang Ding waved his hand and said goodbye to them.

He would go to the Golden Palace every one or two years to study the Golden Emperor's Pictures, but he didn't want to go now, cultivation was more important.

The blue sword-shaped escaping light flew in the sky, maintaining a speed around the peak of Jindan, stopping at traffic lights from time to time, waiting for traffic to pass.

——Urban sky track, golden elixir level speed limit.

Pass a few traffic lights and fly outside the city limits.

Jiang Ding was about to tear apart the space and return to the dormitory when his footsteps suddenly stopped and he looked at the industrial area below.

Xiandu North Industrial Zone.

There are many factories, with straight plumes of smoke rising from time to time, and people passing through, and it is impossible to see the end at a glance.

His Lie Yang Spirit Iron Factory No. 1 is located here.

But this is not the key. He has been to Lieyang Spirit Iron Factory No. 1 many times. It is currently operating well and there are no problems with personnel.

The managers Wan Ji Tianjun found for him were also carefully selected and fully qualified. They could stably produce Fierce Yang Spirit Iron. If necessary, they could immediately increase production capacity and accept orders from other swordsmen monks to make a profit.

The key is that the industrial area has changed, a big change.

"There are more workers..."

"Many semi-idle production lines that are usually only maintained are now operating at full speed, and production capacity is constantly increasing..."

Jiang Ding swept his consciousness and compared the scene when he passed here sixteen years ago, and immediately found many differences.

"The materials produced include elixirs, talismans, tanks, heavy machine guns, and ammunition..."

These serve the foundation-building Qi-training monks.

His consciousness expanded further.

The higher-level alchemy factories and weapon refining factories are also in operation. Golden elixir monks serve as managers and core process operators, and Nascent Soul monks take charge of the overall situation, producing Jindan-level battleship shells and Nascent Soul-level mothership shells in an orderly manner.

There are also batch-refined magic weapons, infant treasures, which are used to draw talismans for attack, defense, escape, concealment, soul searching, etc. through large-scale factory magic weapons and equipment...

As far as the conscious mind can see, this kind of scene happens frequently.

The Yuanying and Jindan monks are working overtime and working closely together.

A large number of magical artifacts, magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, and cannonballs that are not top-notch, but are of above average quality and much lower cost are being continuously produced.

As Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness approached, a large number of reconnaissance and detection spells were immediately triggered. Through the calculations of the formation spirit, they were instantly pushed back to his position. A large number of formations with terrifying power were looming, trying to surround and kill the intruder.

It wasn't until his identity was confirmed that the formation pattern slowly disappeared, showing great sensitivity.

"The war seems to have begun..."

Jiang Ding looked in a daze.

Xianmen, the Xiandao Industrial Group, is transforming into a wartime state!

In the Immortal Industrial War, the logistics at the rear are as important as the battlefield at the front. Massive amounts of magic weapons, artillery shells, and artillery shells are produced and deployed to various units on the front line to make the most dangerous plans.

This kind of transformation is not only happening within the Immortal Sect, but similar things may also be happening in the thirteen smaller realms attached to it.

All the forces have been mobilized, and the huge realm overlord chariot is slowly turning, causing ripples that affect countless worlds.

The Eight Immortal Sects will definitely not know anything about these things that are happening.

What will happen to them?

Jiang Ding suddenly felt suffocated.

The great master of Void Refining has a far-reaching vision, and he often thinks about the overall situation of thousands of years and tens of thousands of years. His own lifespan is like this. Even if his vision is really short-sighted, it seems unimaginably far away to low-level monks.

The sea of ​​stars falls!

Fight until death!

Billions of living beings die!

Such a total war may be happening now.

"Ding!"

At this time, the sound of the central array spirit computer sounded.

"President of Qingfeng University, True Lord Dinghai, and Commander of the Eastern Group Army Canghai Tianjun, your application for Mo Dharma City has been approved. Please check it carefully."

"Modfa City?"

Jiang Ding was startled.

A surprise, but not a surprise.

He chewed the word slowly.

There are no physical magic weapons or emails.

After being prompted by the central formation spirit computer, a gray steel city mark appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, carrying the aura of absolute annihilation and forbidden law.

An instinct emerged in Jiang Ding's heart.

If there is a crisis, this mark will be automatically triggered, and his soul and flying sword will instantly appear in the doomsday starship in the starry sky.

In order to ensure the speed of escape, he abandoned his physical body and was alone, trying to get rid of the tracking lock of the Void Refining Power as much as possible.

Then, the doomsday starship will fly along the set route to the last safe place of Xianmen, Doomfa City, waiting for the distant future.

anyway,

Everything will never end.

The goal of the Immortal Sect must be reached, it must be achieved, and it must be completely victorious.

"It's really..."

Jiang Ding's thoughts turned over and over again and he took a deep breath.

"It makes people happy."

He turned around and left the industrial area, his body and sword merged into one, and a sword-shaped escaping light tore through the space.

at the door,

Jiang Ding was about to push the door open and enter the Yinkong Island dormitory. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked not far away.

A girl in a moon-white fairy dress stood there.

The moonlight shone on her beautiful jade face, her eyes were complicated, and she watched quietly, not knowing how long she had been waiting.

"Jiang Dingzi,"

Yu Qianzi's cherry lips parted slightly.

She did not use an unfamiliar name like Da Ri Jianzi, nor did she use a slightly intimate name like Jiang Ding.

A certain son,

This title is often used among the Taoist disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects. It is a title that refers to people who have many connections and have good or bad friendships.

"I've come to say goodbye to you."