A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

In a long time, ten years have passed.

On a third-level top spiritual vein, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

The thousand-meter-high sun tree beside him, which was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun, also stopped as he stopped, and its bright light was restrained.

The turbulent sea of ​​clouds with a radius of hundreds of miles gradually calmed down.

"The injury has initially recovered..."

Jiang Ding looked at himself internally.

The dilapidated sea of ​​​​consciousness, full of cobweb cracks, is now a little more stable. Although the cracks are still there, they have become thinner. The large gaps have basically been repaired. The soul is initially complete, and there will no longer be a chaotic situation where simple number calculations will go wrong.

The same is true for the meridians, which can already initially accommodate mana to circulate within them without causing the injury to worsen.

The char-like skin has grown out, and it is still very pale. It is translucent in some places, and the blood is vaguely visible flowing under the skin, but at least it has grown out.

"The combat effectiveness has been restored to less than half."

"If there is danger, the combat effectiveness can be fully unleashed, which means that the injury will worsen, and the safety within the boundary is further guaranteed."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly and calculated the time it would take for him to fully recover: "It will take about thirty years to fully recover without any sequelae."

"During this period, the speed of cultivation will be affected somewhat, but not significantly."

This is the terrible consequence of burning blood essence, burning soul, and burning flesh and blood.

This is after Jiang Ding has already used a large number of fourth- and fifth-level healing elixirs sent from the Immortal Sect. Otherwise, he would be very lucky to survive. Don't expect too much about the road.

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky.

In the past ten years, the starry sky battlefield has become increasingly cruel and bloody.

The powers of the Eight Immortal Sects began to work hard and were no longer so timid. The starry sky continued to shatter, and the star field level formation could not hold it. The formation foundation collapsed, fought for, and was repaired.

The two sides started a life-and-death fight at every formation, and the lives of the cultivators were withering and falling like raindrops.

From time to time, battleships and starry sky fortresses were broken by powerful means. The ship's body was shattered into pieces, smashing through the boundary wall and falling into the boundary.

Most of the monks died when they passed through the boundary thunder layer, and only a few were rescued and sent to the boundary formation for healing.

But at most, they just waited for their injuries to stabilize a little, and the Starry Sky Force soldiers flew out of bounds again, piloted the Xianmen backup battleship, and continued to rush into the Xianmen military formation. No one could stop them.

Over the years, most of the aerospace forces in the world have been mobilized and integrated into the Star Force formation.

Ouyang Hui, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and other generals of the Sky Fleet all went there and took their troops to integrate into the Star Force formation and participate in the Void Refining battlefield.

Too many people died!

Yuan Ying and the monks who transformed themselves into gods died in large numbers, and gaps began to appear in the Immortal Sect's military formation.

Whether it is the air and space forces, citizens recruiting fleets, scientific research institutions recruiting fleets, or even graduate students and doctoral students from major universities, they have all begun to forcibly recruit and join the Void Refining Army.

Every fighting citizen of Xianmen participates and must participate!

Because, if it fails, everyone will die!

The Eight Immortal Sects will never leave any future troubles, and will definitely exterminate them all to ensure their hegemony.

On the day they left,

Jiang Ding did not dissuade them, but just saw them off silently, watching them leave the clouds and enter the Gangfeng layer before disappearing.

Then, he returned to the boundary formation and continued to heal his injuries. Until today, he has initially recovered.

Today, the turbulent starry sky was shaken left and right by the aftermath of the Lianxu attack. The frequent natural disasters in the world began to calm down, and it no longer looked like the end of the world.

Calmness also returned to the starry sky.

Not just for a while, but for the next few months, it was so peaceful, and the boundary wall was no longer under attack.

"how?"

Jiang Ding held his breath, his heart beating violently uncontrollably, and his sword intent could not stop it.

Subconsciously, his consciousness touched the tip of the broken sword.

If the battle goes unfavorably and the situation is irreversible, all the Xianmen Starry Sky troops will be destroyed, Yuan, Shenji Tianjun, Wanji Tianjun and others will all die in battle, and Xianmen's Mofa City mark will not allow him to escape.

Then, he will leave here and enter the Northern Plains, and will not come back for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Until, he was promoted to Lianxu.

At this time, the voice of Divine Lord Shenji came.

"Jiang Ding, we..."

"...Woo...Woo..."

Lord Shenji was sobbing, and there were a lot of cries beside him. He paused for a long time, and cried bitterly: "We won, but my wife, Yun'er, is dead."

"Victory."

"Victory, victory."

he repeated, trying his best to suppress his sobs.

Jiang Ding was silent.

Who says Tianjun has no emotions?

High-level monks often show emotional indifference because when they were growing up, their relatives, friends, and children all ran out of life.

Later in life, no matter how beautiful, eloquent or wise, it was difficult to enter the heart of the old monk who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

How could a lover who has been together since childhood, from the time of low-level monks, and has been hand in hand for thousands of years, be emotionally indifferent?

Jiang Ding pursed his lips and held the hilt of the sword.

The wife of Shenji Tianjun is also a god-transforming Tianjun. She is a high school classmate with him. They are a couple of gods and immortals envied by many monks in the immortal sect. They have been supporting each other until today.

No, today is my farewell forever.

"It's Shadow Demon Abyss who can do it."

"Many friends have died in his hands. He is indeed very strong. He appears and disappears without a trace. Even the Immortal Sect's Void Refining Army cannot always lock on to him."

Shenji Tianjun barely calmed down his emotions.

"The casualties among the eight Immortal Sect cultivators were at least ten times that of ours. Four of the eight great masters were seriously injured."

"The Xuanwu Tiangong Mighty, who is the most seriously injured, is almost dying. The Qingmu Immortal Sect's Taiyi Aoki's Qi liquid cannot cure the annihilating radiation toxin of the Immortal Sect's forbidden nuclear weapon."

"They had a premonition that if they continued to fight, they might die and die together with the Immortal Sect. At the cost of their own lives, they would make wedding clothes for the other four Immortal Sects."

"Under this situation, they were unwilling to continue fighting, so they retreated."

"Jiang Ding, you have to promise me something."

The Lord of Divine Machines kept chattering about many things.

Now he is particularly fragile, his Taoist heart has been greatly shocked, almost broken, and he no longer has the iron-blooded killing of the Commander-in-Chief of the Starry Sky Front to the north of the Immortal Sect.

Like an extremely rickety old man with a short life span.

"Jiang Ding, you have to promise me that if you are promoted to Lianxu in the future, you must capture the power of Shadow Demon Abyss, beat him to death, wipe out all the Shadow Demon Abyss, take the heads of all Shadow Demon Abyss disciples, and put them in my Before my wife’s grave, I comfort her spirit in heaven.”

"...Even so, she is no longer here..."

The Divine Master couldn't control it anymore and cried loudly.

His gray hair was disheveled, and tears fell from his eyes, wetting the deck of the broken Starry Sky Fortress and flowing deep along the knife marks made by the Immortal Sect's magic weapon.