A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"cheers!"

It was the same roadside food stall, spicy crayfish and grilled fish, and a few people clinked glasses.

Jiang Ding, An Siyan, and Jin Lingfeng fucked with Juice, as did True Lord Dinghai and Zhang Junsheng, Lord Destroying the Sun, Lord Canghai, and a few of the very old Lord Shen Mian went straight to it. High-quality liquor, bold and boring in one sip.

Jiang Ding drank a glass of juice in one mouthful.

Divine consciousness swept around.

Xianmen's economy began to recover, the wartime economy was lifted, and citizen-recruited troops from all directions returned to Xianmen one after another.

Mortal line-filling infantry, Qi training tank drivers, foundation-building monks, and golden elixir monks all left the army and returned home and to their jobs... All walks of life in the Immortal Sect began to recover, becoming much more lively and no longer so deserted.

Scientific research, culture, entertainment, etc. appeared in the Immortal Sect, and everything was no longer serving the war.

Not surprisingly, all of these will develop rapidly in the future and reach the peak of the past.

Then, transcend effortlessly.

A total of twenty-four small worlds!

A detailed development plan had been made before the war. The resources, materials and treasures of each small world were complementary and could greatly increase the speed of the construction of the Immortal Sect.

All industries in the Immortal Sect will grow at an accelerated pace, and the university's Taoism Department will expand its enrollment, which will last for at least hundreds of years. It will not stop until the number of Immortal Cultivators in the Immortal Sect reaches the planned number.

Students who were unable to enter the monastic department in the past can now do so.

Qi-training and foundation-building monks who could not be promoted in the past can now be promoted.

In the past, golden elixir monks who were trapped to death and whose lifespan was exhausted could get the chance to conceive a baby as long as they performed meritorious service in the war.

This is the war dividend.

"Jiang Ding, this is True Lord Pingyang, this is True Lord Ni-Ri, this is True Lord Slaughter-Sun..."

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord introduced several juniors to the True Lord Shen Mian who looked very old but was very high-spirited.

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng couldn't help looking at Jiang Ding and laughing secretly.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Including the Sun-Destroying Lord, all of them are Pingyang, Nisun, Sunslaying... They can't live with the Great Sun, right?

"Haha, don't mind."

True Lord Destruction of the Sun also realized this and couldn't help but smile: "This is the characteristic of our era, just like the founding of the country, the founding of the army, and the founding of industry. This was popular at the time, and it was majestic."

"That seems to be the case."

Zhenjun Pingyang and others thought for a while, smiled and nodded.

"I've met a few seniors."

Jiang Ding saluted several True Lord Shenmian with great respect.

These seniors fought for the Immortal Sect three thousand years ago and laid the foundation for the hegemony of the Immortal Sect realm.

Now that he has recovered, he has no time to spare and has participated in another war involving the life and death of the Immortal Sect. Regardless of his own casualties, he has returned in a bloody battle.

"You're welcome."

Pingyang Zhenjun and others raised their wine glasses in return.

"My old friends are really awesome now."

"According to information from secret channels,"

True Lord Destruction of the Sun lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious: "This time the Immortal Sect captured a lot on the battlefield, and may release forty to fifty opportunities to transform into gods at once.

As expected, all the old brothers like me should be able to get a chance to become gods, and there is hope for a bright future! "

"There is hope for the great road!"

he said happily.

"The great road,"

"The Immortal Sect has not treated us badly."

Pingyang Zhenjun and others also sighed, the road is ahead, their eyes were in a trance, they fell into some dreams, and they never recovered for a long time.

"Congratulations old timer."

True Lord Dinghai, True Lord Killer of Souls, and Zhang Junsheng were envious.

As relatively young True Monarchs, their chances of becoming gods were relatively low, inferior to those of the seniors who participated in the war to destroy the Great Sun Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago.

Jiang Ding was also excited.

The Immortal Sect suffered a lot of casualties this time, including a large number of monks who transformed into gods. He has not dared to check and ask about the specific casualties, fearing that his Taoist heart would be turbulent.

Many of the predecessors of the God Transformation Heavenly Lord were not afraid of death on the battlefield. They gave up tens of thousands of years of life for the sake of the Immortal Sect and for their own path of refining the void. It is really sad.

Xianmen is very weak now.

If this weakness continues and the number of Tianjun is insufficient, it is very likely that the Lianxu Army Formation will not be able to maintain, thus putting the Immortal Sect into a life and death crisis again.

Now, there is hope for relief.

"Senior Mie Ri..."

True Lord Dinghai looked at the Sun-Destroying Lord eagerly.

"Haha, I understand. I also asked about your affairs."

Sun Destroyer Tianjun laughed.

Although he looks like a street kid, he is actually a social butterfly with a wide network of contacts and very well-informed information.

"The Immortal Sect now has twenty-four Small Thousand Worlds. Of course, every place is now in ruins, with a lot of waste waiting to be renovated. There is no output yet. With overtime work, it is estimated that it will take at least fifty years to build it."

The mysterious secret way of the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord.

"I learned from an old friend that when small thousand worlds are built in various places and the metallurgical industry, elixir industry, formation industry and other factories and technology upgrades are completed, the output of Xianmen Transformation Opportunity will reach 32 points Five years each.”

"That is to say,"

"In the twenty-four small thousand worlds led by the Immortal Sect, every thirty-two years or so, there will be an opportunity to transform into a god!"

"I did the math, and you guys should be able to get there within two thousand years."

"real?"

"Can they all be arranged?"

True Lord Dinghai said ecstatically: "Thank you, Senior Mie Ri!"

"It must be true!"

Zhang Junsheng and the Soul-Slaying True Lord breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if their hearts were filled with tears.

This time, there is really hope.

"Congratulations, teacher."

Jiang Ding felt happy and offered a glass of juice to them.

"Haha, we are happy together, we are happy together!"

Zhenjun Dinghai laughed loudly and took a sip of the juice. He felt that it was not enough, so he simply took the wine from the Sun-Destroying Lord over without pouring it. He just poured it on the mouth of the bottle. After a while, the wine bottomed out.

"Don't!"

"Don't touch my wine, this is..."

The Sun-Destroying Lord was shocked and was about to dissuade him.

Plop!

Zhenjun Dinghai tilted his head and fell down, lying on the ground.

Jiang Ding paused for a moment, scanned a few points with his sword intention and consciousness, and smiled.

"What a waste!"

"What a waste of natural resources!"

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord became anxious, slapped his thigh fiercely, and said heartbrokenly: "This is a three-thousand-year-old spirit wine that I personally brewed. It is the kind that can't be exchanged for ten thousand gold. If I weren't happy today, I wouldn't be willing to take it out."

"You skinny monkey, I've choked you all!"

"You said it's okay to drink it. What's the difference between your kind and a sip of dry sleeping pills?"

"Is this thing so precious?"

Seeing this, the Soul-Slaying Lord and Zhang Junsheng were a little curious. They took out the cups and poured out a little of the half bottle of wine left in front of Canghai Tianjun. After tasting it, their faces instantly turned red, and their bodies were shaky and swaying.

Jiang Ding smiled.

He had no interest in wine at all and continued to drink his own juice, thinking about some things in his mind, about the future path and how to go after the war.

I wonder, more than sixty years have passed, how is Beiyuan doing?

Are the Tushan maids still alive?