A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding concentrated and held his breath, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, scanning the surroundings with his consciousness and sword intent over and over again.

This old voice couldn't convince him.

No matter who these theories come from, there is no luck or destiny in this world.

Everything must be fought for with the sword in hand, and all obstacles must be cut away with the sword in hand.

"Little friend,"

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion has unified the realm. I don't know how many generations of ancestors have overcome obstacles and fought endless bloody battles. Finally, the son of fate was born..."

The old voice sighed with endless regrets, as if he had witnessed the pearl being dusted: "This is the genius who carries the hundreds of thousands of years of the Sun Sword Pavilion's long-cherished wish to break through to the realm of refining the void!"

"What a talent, what a bright future?"

"What are you doing now?"

"I am working hard to break through the Nascent Soul, but I am troubled by the secret technique of forming a baby. I will not be able to make any progress in the next thousands of years. I have to wait so hard that I will regret it for the rest of my life. A tomb is barren and grassy."

Following the words, a picture appeared in Jiang Ding's mind.

This is the cemetery in Rongcheng.

Among them, moss has grown on the tombstone of the high school teacher Guo Kui. The tombstone is empty, with weeds growing everywhere and no trace of incense ash or tribute.

At least, no one has come to worship for decades.

What makes people's noses even more sore is that this is not an accident. In the eternal cosmic time from now on, no one will come to worship again.

When Teacher Guo Kui received the Foundation Establishment Pill, his children, who would rather give up the opportunity, are all gone now, as are his grandchildren and no longer in this world.

The great-grandchildren have forgotten.

Either he has no feelings, or he is oppressed by the burden of life, or he has more passionate ideals to realize. In short, he has forgotten this ancestor who has never lived with him.

No one in the world remembers that around 11127, there was a very outstanding ideological and moral teacher in Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School.

"No, I'm still here, I still remember..."

Jiang Ding retorted subconsciously and was suddenly stunned.

Next to the moss-covered tombstone, a smooth tombstone stands with an inscription on it.

"Therefore, the first dean of the Adult Kendo Department of Qingfeng University, the founder of Xianmen Kendo, and the tomb of the True Lord of the Sun."

Jiang Ding held the sword hilt with a little more force.

"The True Lord was born in Rongcheng in 11109, and suddenly passed away in 17109... The True Lord captured the geomagnetic world... The True Lord broke through the Yuanying after sleeping for two thousand years... The True Lord reached the peak of the Yuanying...

Four thousand years after the true king fell into deep sleep,

On December 27, 17109, he returned home to visit his mother and sister who had passed away long ago. With the last regrets about the mysticism, he died at the end of his life and sat in his home in Rongcheng. "

"The True Lord of the Sun was childless all his life, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Immortal Sect. It is precisely because of him that the Immortal Sect swordsmanship is so prosperous, and the powerful Celestial Lords of the Immortal Sect are born one after another, but the True Lord himself... We cannot forget the True Lord's last wish. , we must conquer the Mysterious Technique of Great Sun Transformation, we will definitely succeed, and comfort the spirit of the True Lord in heaven..."

"——All the teachers and students of the 17105th Adult Kendo Department of Qingfeng University are here to stay."

Scenes after scenes emerged in Jiang Ding's sea of ​​consciousness.

The teachers and students of the adult kendo department are devastated. The teacher who has been accompanying them growing up has passed away.

Schools and government agencies across Xianmen lowered their flags at half-mast in mourning. The Xianmen News Broadcast broadcast the news of the death of the Great Sun True Monarch in a loop. The current rulers mourned deeply... and so on, which is extremely sad and honorable.

They are all extremely detailed, as if they have traveled thousands of years and are witnessing one day in the future.

It seems to be true.

The violent murderous intention spreads.

"Old thing,"

Jiang Ding's eyes gradually turned deep red, and a trace of anger surged uncontrollably in his heart: "You dare to curse me?"

Refining the void, so what?

In the future, when the realms are crossed, they will be dug out of the turtle shell, chopped into pieces bit by bit with the sword, and burned into ashes, and they will never be reincarnated.

"Curse you?"

"Are you angry?"

"My little friend, this is an injustice."

The old voice disagreed.

"I didn't perform any spiritual or mystical magic."

"The Star Air Force Formation is protecting you. That dead thing has paid huge attention to you. I'm just a weak ghost, but it can't affect you."

"Why are you angry?"

"This is just the future that I have spent a lot of effort to calculate based on the innate gossip. Tiangong is good at this, and it is inherited from the ancestors."

"Little friend, I would like to humble myself,"

The old voice was sincere.

"In this realm, when it comes to the method of deducing heaven's secrets, among the billions of creatures, I can be ranked in the top three."

"The person before me, that dead thing may be able to tie, and the old monster from Tianji Fairy Palace may be able to surpass it."

"Do you want to ask Yi Er whether that dead thing is cursing you?"

Jiang Ding was silent.

The Central Formation Spirit Computer has indeed conducted deductions.

"My little friend, you are extremely talented. You are the son of luck who was born from a concentrated explosion of luck over hundreds of thousands of years in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. How could you not know the truth?"

The old voice said calmly.

"Dongji Demon Sect can help you break through the Nascent Soul. Thousands of years later, you will have this ability."

"Break through the Great Sun Transformation God? Break through the Great Sun Refinement?"

"is it possible?"

"Ask yourself, is it possible?"

"They themselves are still struggling to refine the void, how can they help people break through the void? Or is it the Great Sun to refine the void?"

"Nonsense!"

"Even the Great Sun Transformation God is impossible. This is beyond the limit of their abilities."

The old man sighed.

"In my innate Bagua deduction, such a result may occur more than 99% of the time, and the possibility of error is extremely small. This is the upper limit of the Dongji Demon Sect, without exception."

"You are the most talented person in the world, and you are known as the Swordsman of the Great Sun and the True Lord of the Great Sun."

"So what?"

"In just one thousand two hundred years, he will die at the end of his life."

"In fact, he doesn't even have this short lifespan of 1,200 years. He spends most of his life sleeping, waiting for that impossible breakthrough.

I can only take one last look at the graves of my mother and sister before dying, and then sit down in despair and turn into a pile of ashes. "

"Time has passed and no one remembers it anymore."

Jiang Ding was filled with murderous intent. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and did not respond.

"Little friend,"

The old voice finally explained the purpose of his visit and said sincerely: "You have seen the method of Tiangong Daozi. We are the same as Da Rijian Pavilion. We are not restricted by our origins and are not narrow-minded. As long as you can kill the Xuanwu Daozi of the same level and devour the seeds of Xuanwu Shenting. , you are the new Xuanwu Daozi!"

"There is no need to worry about being ostracized or cold-eyed within the sect, I can make the decision with just one word."

"When you are promoted to Lianxu and inherit the legal system of the Heavenly Palace, you will be the only ancestor of the Heavenly Palace. All the monks as far as the eye can see are your descendants. You will be their god, so why should you exclude them?"

"With the Heavenly Constitution in your mouth, you can take whatever you ask for."

"Even if you like the atmosphere of Dongji Demon Sect, you have many good friends, teachers, and confidants. These can all be retained and placed in the Heavenly Palace. They can all further advance their cultivation, be promoted to Nascent Soul, and be promoted to Transformation God. Take it easy, the future is bright.”

"The Heavenly Palace is the Heavenly Palace of Lianxu and the Heavenly Palace of Daozi. What does the hatred of some ants mean?"

"You have nothing to lose and everything to gain!"

The old voice was sincere and genuine, without any ecstasy spells, and it sounded like a devil's whisper, echoing into the deepest part of my heart.

In his eyes, there is a sword mark on the innate Bagua chessboard, which seems to be emitting light and has a fatal attraction.