A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Dingfei was flying in the sky, looking at Qingfeng University below.

It had been an unknown number of years, and he had never returned to his hometown in Rongcheng. The homes in the community there were covered with dust. People there had long forgotten that a young man had grown up here. No one among the hundreds of thousands of people knew him. , has become part of history.

Qingfeng University plays an increasingly important role in his life, and gradually begins to surpass the status of his hometown.

In the past, he had a vague understanding of Master Baimei's feelings for the Seven Feathers Sect, and did not have a deep understanding of it.

Now, I have experienced this new concern personally.

The seemingly ordinary mountain gate, surrounded by vegetation, mountains and rocks, contains the Jindan monk’s lifelong emotions. The past life, many laughters and tears all happened here, and it is difficult to give up unless it is life or death.

"The little guys are starting to get nervous too..."

Jiang Ding could easily find something different about the campus at a glance.

The relaxed and lively campus atmosphere of the past is no longer there. The students coming and going, ranging from freshmen to juniors and seniors, all have tense faces and hurried expressions, and there is almost no laughter or fun.

There is no pressure for them to serve in the military until they graduate.

Education is fundamental.

As long as the homeland of the Immortal Sect is not attacked, schooling must continue, of course, only for people below the Golden Core level.

However, their parents, family members, friends, and classmates may have been drafted into the army and become soldiers and officers at all levels.

The various reserve divisions and shelf divisions have been rapidly replenished and are intensifying the resumption of past military formation training.

The army in service includes ground tank troops, air and space troops, and starry sky troops.

From the True Lord Nascent Soul to the mortals holding heavy machine guns and filling the lines, they have all received recruitment orders and begun to perform their duties as citizens, either on the battlefield or in the rear arsenal.

No one is exempt. This is another aspect of the generous rights enjoyed by citizens.

This is just the primary mobilization.

Once the battlefield is unfavorable, more troops can be formed instantly to reinforce the battlefield.

"In this battle, I don't know how many people will be buried in a foreign land..."

Jiang Ding stopped looking.

He speeded up, traveled over the city, and soon arrived at the Xianmen Military Hall located in the center of Xiandu.

People come and go here, without exception, all wearing various military uniforms.

The outer space troops are white, the sky troops are blue, and the ground troops are pine branches green. Their military ranks range from major general to general, and their cultivation levels vary.

The ground force commander has the weakest cultivation level, while the starry sky force commander has the strongest strength, and is often held by the Nascent Soul Transformation Monk.

Generally speaking, generals in lower-level units are often demoted two levels before superior units.

For example, the major general of the ground forces does not have the authority to command the air and space forces. If he encounters a school-level officer of the star force, he needs to follow his command.

Jiang Ding landed on the ground and found that True Lord Dinghai, True Lord Killing Souls, and Zhang Junsheng had also arrived, and several people gathered together.

Zhenjun Dinghai and others did not wear the Taoist robes they used to wear in the past. They all put on the white general uniforms of the Starry Sky Force. They were not elegant, but straight and capable, and a little more cold.

"Isn't the teacher in deep sleep?"

Jiang Ding asked casually.

These few are all Nascent Soul Lords who are about to retire and change. If there was no war, they would have entered the secret realm of slumber to delay the passage of time.

"Shen Mian is a fart!"

Zhang Junsheng's face was full of murderous intent: "If I really want to sleep, I won't be able to wait for thousands of years. It's better to give it a try now. It doesn't matter if I die. If I die, I will die."

"almost."

The Soul-Slaying Lord said casually.

Compared to Zhang Junsheng, who was full of murderous intent, he and Zhenjun Dinghai were much calmer. They were already accustomed to war, and their moods did not have much ups and downs.

"By the way, you are not allowed to enter the military hall if you are not properly dressed. Please quickly change into military uniform."

Zhenjun Dinghai reminded.

They are usually civilians, but now they are wearing general uniforms. They have been awarded the rank of major general of the Starry Sky Force.

These are based on practical considerations. If the organization is broken up and reorganized, there will be a clear standard, which will be much faster.

"Oh, the dress!"

Only then did Jiang Ding remember.

He took out the blue admiral's uniform of the Air Force that was issued not long ago from the storage jade pendant, and input the magic power. It became like water waves, covering the whole body, and complicated formations spread outward.

This is a special top-quality infant treasure that can provide Nascent Soul with peak-level defense, as well as formation affinity, enhancing the ability to control military formations.

At Jiang Ding's request, the defensive capabilities were removed and replaced with stealth and speed bonuses.

Use magic to create a mirror.

In the mirror, the young general looked heroic and graceful...but also immature and lacking in majesty, like a child playing dress-up.

Many Nascent Soul Lords cast strange glances at this place.

Jiang Ding straightened his expression and tried to make his expression serious.

"Don't waste your efforts, it won't work."

Zhang Junsheng rolled his eyes: "Look around you, which one of us is not a mature, reliable and steady middle-aged man? At first glance, he is the pillar of the family and the immortal sect. You are the only one."

For those who didn’t know, they thought I was bringing a relative’s child over. "

"That seems right."

Zhenjun Dinghai thought for a while and smiled.

The little guy who is over 200 years old seems to be no different from the children at home.

"..."

Jiang Ding looked confused.

It shouldn't be like this.

Obviously, True Lord Shen Ya and True Lord Burning Bone had never shown any abnormality about their appearance. They were just ordinary. He thought that all Yuanying cultivators would be like this.

Jiang Ding touched the back of his head, showing an embarrassed expression, and followed True Lord Dinghai and the other three, and walked quickly to the military assembly hall.

In front, some people gathered together and talked loudly.

"It's too early, too early, I don't agree, the strength of the immortal sect has not yet accumulated to the best state..."

"This is irrational, we must prevent the war from happening."

"Everyone, this meeting is the last chance..."

Several people stopped.

Jiang Ding was fine.

True Lord Lu Ling and True Lord Dinghai instantly showed fierce light in their eyes and looked at the place where the sound came from.

There was also a group of Yuanying True Lords there. Before the military meeting started, they quickly built a podium and gave a loud speech on it.

A group of Yuanying True Lords with slightly red eyes gathered around, and murderous aura was overflowing. The surroundings instantly became polar ice, and groups of Jindan cultivators also had their souls frozen here.

"Master Bo Ming from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..." Jiang Ding recognized the fat old man who was giving a speech. This was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Xianmen. He had met him once before. At that time, he accused him of killing Shangqing Lingbao Sect Jianzi, offending the neutral Xianmen, and destroying the diplomatic achievements that Xianmen had worked hard to obtain. "Everyone!" "Now is not a good time to start a war! Once we fail, Xianmen will immediately face the crisis of overthrow!" Master Bo Ming shouted loudly, ignoring the fierce eyes of many elderly masters below: "We can obviously wait for thousands of years, let Xuanwu Tiangong expand again, occupy the small realms of other Xianmen, and continue to widen the rift between them until the contradiction can no longer be healed." "This is the best time for war!" "Now, it's too early!"