A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A battle breaks out outside the realm!

It didn't take long for the smoke cloud from the explosion of the top-level forbidden nuclear weapon to appear in the galaxy. It was as bright as the blazing sun, and the mushroom cloud rose into the sky, destroying the phantom of the world.

The radiation smoke and dust from the soulless universe fills the entire battlefield. It is difficult to eliminate the magic, destroy the magic, and break the magic quickly no matter what methods the immortal cultivators use.

It can only be allowed to spread into the starry sky of the universe. The use of any spell, field, or magic weapon will create a strong sense of stagnation and the power will be greatly reduced.

In contrast, Xianmen's starry sky fortress's main cannon is still unhurried, bombarding continuously at a fixed frequency. The fortress's main cannon's beams of light form fences all over the starry sky, forming a formation to block the most dangerous and dangerous ones. The eight terrifying Void Refining Powers, even if they break through one and generate another, it is difficult to get close.

Occasionally, the Void Refining Power actually breaks through the blockade of the fortress's main artillery group. In an instant, countless forbidden nuclear weapons rise up, and countless mushroom clouds swamp it, forcing it to retreat.

In fact, the Xianmen's fleet seems to be very close at hand and extremely fragile. It can be destroyed by raising a hand and broken into a pile of scrap metal.

But in fact, that seemingly close distance is separated by countless space faults. If it is just a simple flight, a great master of void refining may not be able to fly there in several months.

Only by constantly breaking through and tearing apart the layers of space can we finally reach the true location of the fleet.

This method was within the expectations of the eight powerful men.

They worked steadily, while doing a good job in protecting the power of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace to prevent the Xianmen fleet from suddenly attacking him and causing a death crisis. At the same time, they slowly dismantled and destroyed the space spells around the Xianmen fleet, advancing little by little, with extreme rationality. Extreme patience.

This is exactly the coalition's tactics that have been proven many times in the history of the Star Territory. They rely on the absolute advantage of numbers and force, fight steadily, advance slowly, and don't make any ingenious tactics.

Without orderly command authority, strict military law, and a united will, doing this is asking for death.

Explosions continued to occur in the starry sky, and forbidden nuclear weapons rose and fell like the blazing sun.

From time to time, battleships were broken into pieces, and powerful forces used their heaven-reaching means and spells to crush a large number of fleets into pieces through countless space barriers.

At the same time, the main gun salvo of the Xianmen Naval Cannon Fortress was dodged by Lianxu Great Master, and landed on the bloated Lianxu Taoist soldiers and military formations. A large number of Xianzong monks did not even have time to scream, and they were already fighting with the hordes The giant trees, palaces, and corpse-refining giants were reduced to ashes.

The battle of refining the power of the void is cruel and terrifying, and the monks who transform themselves into gods have no choice but to live or die on this kind of battlefield.

These are the first sights.

In the end, dozens of world phantoms were completely entangled with the phantoms of the Immortal Sect's military formation. That kind of power that lower-level monks could not observe with their naked eyes, spiritual consciousness, or any means permeated the world phantoms. The whole world turned into a vast expanse of white.

All lower-level monks, without the same power to protect them, would be completely blind or deaf in a battlefield of this level. It would be a luxury to even move their souls, let alone participate in it.

It's like, worlds are colliding!

The Void Refining Masters are fighting for each other bit by bit. Every space and every area is the target of repeated fights between the two sides. They are like seasoned hunters with terrifying patience.

By this time, Jiang Ding could no longer judge the situation on the battlefield. This level was too far away from him.

Just relying on the sharp soul of the Daozi level, I could vaguely feel that the Eight Immortal Sects implemented a very correct strategy, proceeding steadily, never taking risks, and advancing step by step.

If the situation continues to develop like this, the Immortal Sect will be like a lion being hunted with spears. It can pose a life and death threat to two or three people, but if it is hunted by more people with spears, it can only retreat step by step.

Until he hits a blind corner and is killed without any resistance, he can't even cause many casualties to the hunter.

"Practice..."

Jiang Ding was worried and worried a lot, but he gradually got rid of distracting thoughts.

He sat cross-legged on this extremely terrifying battlefield, where monks who transformed themselves into gods fell frequently, and powerful masters of void refining were bleeding, quietly inhaling the aura of heaven and earth and the divine light of the sun, which had been filtered out of harmful substances in the universe.

This has been the case over the years.

The war slowed down his cultivation a little, but not too much. He just relied on these spare time to accumulate mana bit by bit, improve his cultivation, and keep getting closer to the peak of the golden elixir.

There was a lot of disturbance from the outside world, but it had nothing to do with him for the moment.

He devoted himself to training, inhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun, turning it into mana accumulation. From time to time, he refined the Taiqing Flying Sword, used his sword intention and spiritual consciousness, and added No. 10 synthetic Geng Gold and Fierce Yang Spirit Iron, bit by bit. The Great Sun God's Forbidden Inscription is engraved on the sword body to enhance your own flying sword.

Today, nearly fifty years have passed, and a lot of crimson color has accumulated unknowingly in the inner lake, which is occasionally revealed to the outside, blooming with wild and chaotic killing intent.

This is the inherent flaw in the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion after Yuemai was killed!

Can't get rid of it, can't be eliminated.

This is also an important reason why the Great Sun Sword Cultivator works tirelessly to find strong men to kill without distinguishing between friend and foe, or whether he has any grudges.

The weak are not good enough, no matter how many they are, they are useless.

Just like Jiang Ding, after all these years, Zhong Yuanzi and the Ten Kings have never met an opponent worthy of a fight.

Many of them, such as the inner gate golden elixir of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and the core golden elixir, are called geniuses in a country and a small world, heroes who are rare to see in hundreds of years.

But when they really came into contact and faced each other, under the sword, even the natural sword energy of Taiqing Feijian couldn't bear it, and his soul was instantly destroyed.

This kind of monk can't even reduce the manic murderous intention accumulated during the Taiqing Flying Sword Ceremony. On the contrary, it becomes more and more boring, full of murderous intention, and even more eager to meet an opponent like Zhong Yuanzi again.

This is an unsolvable problem.

The inheritance of Da Ri Sword Pavilion was established based on this flaw as its core.

It can even be said that if there is an astonishing talent to make up for this shortcoming, the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion will instantly drop to a level, becoming the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion, becoming the same level as Yue Mai and the Eight Immortal Sects, losing its indestructibility. The edge of the sword that is born towards death.

The fighting on the Void Refining battlefield never stops.

unconsciously,

Another three years.

Under the sun tree, the young man practiced selflessly. A blue-gold flying sword in front of him shone brightly, and his whole body was red. It became critical under the concentration of the rays of the sun and the sun's crystal flames.

The divine consciousness and sword intention were engraved bit by bit with the Great Sun Restriction in the Taiqing Flying Sword using Fierce Yang Spiritual Iron, No. 10 Synthetic Geng Gold, and Uranium 235 like a small mountain pile as ink.

To this day, there are already eleven Great Sun Tiangang Restrictions shining brightly, possessing the spirituality of the Great Sun, and having a shape like a planet composed of Great Sun runes, spontaneously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun.

Like stars, they make cyclic orbital movements within the Taiqing Feijian. Every change affects the changes in the world outside.

At this time, Jiang Ding was describing the Twelfth Great Sun Tiangang Restriction one stroke after another.

Every stroke falls,

The aura of the Taiqing Flying Sword strengthened, the sword body hummed, and the edge on the sword continued to rise.

It's not far away from the completion of the Twelfth Great Sun Tiangang Divine Forbidden Period, and the promotion of Taiqing Feijian to the high-grade infant treasure.