A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

It’s too little, can I spend more money?

Someone asked.

"I'm very sorry, Commander..."

Jianling Yunri's face flushed, she lowered her head, her fingers tangled, and she said very embarrassedly: "This is my limit."

"How about we try the skin?"

"Very cool!"

"Super cool!"

She suddenly got excited: "There is the Moon Palace Colorful Warship skin. After adding this coating, every shot fired is like a fairy dancing under the moon, with mist and thick clouds, magnificent and beautiful, like a fairyland on earth, and a fairy descending from heaven..."

"There is also the Green Forest Elf skin. When the warship is spread out, a green forest kingdom appears in an instant, and many elves dance..."

"There is also a retro CS skin. When firing, there are sound effects such as Fire in the hole! (Fire!), OK, let's going on! (Go!), double kill, triple kill, super god... and so on..."

"Let's buy a hundred sets of skins and change one set a day..."

She became more and more excited, dancing and describing the effects of these skins. It is obvious that she has been eager for a long time and has put them in the shopping cart countless times.

A genuine internet addict girl.

"No."

Jiang Ding flatly refused and ignored her crying and begging.

Continue to calculate.

"Two and a half billion, plus the 1.05 billion of Lieyang Spirit Iron and No. 10 Synthetic Gengjin, the annual cost is 3.5 billion low-grade spirit stones, and my current savings can be used..."

"Commander, that's not right."

Yun Ri tilted his head cutely and reminded: "It's 3.55 billion. Your soul looks seriously injured... So, get a set of Green Forest Elf Battleship skin. It says that it can add calming, healing and other formations, and it's not completely decorative."

"No."

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

It's not completely decorative, it's the same as adding ten points of life value, it's completely useless.

"3.55 billion low-grade spirit stones per year, that can be used for about 101 years... One, I don't like this number, donate 3.55 billion low-grade spirit stones to the Banyan Tree Scholarship."

"That's exactly 100 years, just right."

"Not bad, that's it."

Jiang Ding was satisfied.

It was the first time in his life that he earned enough money to spend for a hundred years at a time, and it felt very novel.

After dealing with the floating wealth, Jiang Ding looked at the center of the black cloud space.

Like Chong Yuanzi's first-level immortal ecosystem, there is also a first-level underworld ecosystem here, with tongue-pulling ghosts, drowning ghosts, charcoal ghosts, oil-burned ghosts... and so on, all kinds of ghosts, unheard of and unseen.

They have different breaths, different strengths, and various habits, all messed up.

However, these tens of thousands of ghosts add up to a certain harmonious and natural feeling, with killing and devouring, but they will not cause harm to this underworld ecosystem.

On the contrary, as the ghosts fight, reproduce, die, and are reborn, this first-level underworld ecosystem becomes more and more stable.

"It's like this again."

Jiang Ding has a sense of déjà vu.

"If someone says it's a coincidence again, then we can arrest him on the spot and send him to the prison of the Immortal Sect. He must be a spy of the Immortal Sect, no doubt."

"What does this have to do with Lianxu?"

All kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

It can be seen that this first-level underworld ecosystem is completely of scientific research and enlightenment value, and has almost no practical value. The army of evil spirits summoned by Shadow Demon Daozi did not come from here.

He has many guesses, but they are just guesses. How to realize them is not a shadow at all.

"Leave it to the predecessors."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Thinking about how to break through Lianxu is too difficult for him. There is no academic foundation at all.

It's no different from the fantasy of civilian scientists.

All the spoils were processed and put away.

Jiang Ding is going to enter a deeper level of retreat and healing. Before that, because of his duties as the commander of the Northern Sky, he plans to understand the current war situation.

"Commander!"

"You look much better than before, at least you have a human form."

Ouyang Hui saluted and smiled.

She was very keen to find that her own Sun Sword Son had returned to normal and entered the normal period of Sun Sword Son. She was relieved and dared to joke.

"Thank you for your concern."

Jiang Ding was a little embarrassed.

When he was burning himself in battle, the third-grade top-grade magic weapon electromagnetic hidden spirit robe that had accompanied him for many years was completely shattered, and he was almost naked.

Fortunately, his skin was burned off, so it was not considered immoral.

After a few words of small talk, the two quickly got to the point.

"Commander, now, the remaining enemies in the Spirit Fire Realm have been basically cleared, and the damaged boundary formations and land-based and air-based naval guns have been repaired.

The fleet is on standby 24 hours a day to ensure that the boundary formation of the Spirit Fire Realm is not lost, which affects the operation of the starry air formations and formations outside the realm."

"In the case that all seven great Dao Sons have failed, the possibility of accidents is very small."

Ouyang Hui said excitedly.

Jiang Ding was also happy.

Then, the two looked solemn again.

"We have done what we can to the limit, and there is nothing else."

Ouyang Hui looked at the sky:

"Next, we can only look at the seniors outside the circle. I have already sent an application to the higher-level troops. When necessary, we can also join the Star Air Force Formation and become the commander of the Star Air Force Formation to contribute our best."

"Don't let us die in the hands of the master of refining the void after the overall situation has been decided."

"If we really want to fail, please let us die on the battlefield."

"Of course."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

On the outer starry sky battlefield,

The armies of the two sides are still confronting each other.

The landing plan of the Nine Immortal Sects has gone bankrupt. They can only attack head-on, and there is no more roundabout way.

There is no doubt that if the eight Void Refining Masters are willing to fight to the death and take the risk of falling, they can do this.

At that time, the Eight Immortal Sects will completely rule this realm.

Afraid that the dead will die, but not afraid that the dead will not die.

The eight powerful men worked together as one, regardless of casualties, and cooperated closely. I was for others and others were for me, and they burst out with powerful power. Maybe no one would die in the end and they could achieve their strategic goals.

In the hazy starry sky,

Under the illumination of Taiyin Divine Light.

The eight breaths are as huge and terrifying as planets, and as eternal as stars. After tens of thousands of years, they still exist, watching the rotation of heaven and earth, the birth, old age, illness and death of all living beings, repeating the cycle day after day.

The phantom branches and leaves of the azure sacred tree sway, washing away the stars.

A slender jade hand pushed aside the green trees and stretched it into the river of stars. It was as if it were placed in a stream flowing beside the village, feeling cold to the touch.

After a while,

She fished out a broken and withered branch with yellowing leaves and no trace of green, and placed it in the palm of her hand.

She looked at the withered branch carefully.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"The juniors dare to fight to the death, are fighting to the death, and have already fought to the death, but we are holding back and hesitating. It's really..."

The ethereal sigh echoed among the stars.