A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding flew upwards on the super battleship Dainri.

Rising, rising, rising against the strong wind, passing through the undifferentiated boundary thunder layer and Gangfeng layer in the yin and yang virtual world, until reaching the thin boundary wall.

Here is the shelter of one world.

If this virtual world develops into a real world hundreds of millions of years later, this will be the wall of the world, protecting hundreds of millions of living beings in the world.

However, it is still very fragile now, as if it can be broken by a god-level attack power.

Jiang Ding stood in front of the boundary wall for a long time, and began to pilot the super battleship Dainri to search around the boundary wall bit by bit, using secret techniques to sense all directions.

The level of difficulty is much higher than on the ground.

The aura of the Xuanhuang Hongmeng Mother Qi is extremely rare, and it often takes a long time to find it. The boundary wall is constantly flowing, and the aura will dissipate at any time.

Jiang Ding was not in a hurry and searched patiently, regardless of the passage of time.

In fact, after the golden elixir peaked, he no longer needed to practice. He had plenty of time and had a lot of free time to do what he wanted to do.

In the virtual world, Ouyang Hui, An Siyan and others drove warships to search everywhere, collecting and integrating the yin and yang energy of creation. Jiudaozi and his disciples were also patrolling and searching, but nothing was found.

Jiang Ding and his super battleship were above Jiutian, checking along the boundary wall bit by bit, stopping and watching to observe something.

"There is a treasure that suddenly disappeared..."

Jiang Ding stroked the boundary wall gently and muttered to himself.

This unformed boundary wall, the growing boundary wall, is actually the best opportunity.

If it were in the Immortal Sect, it would be at least a nine-star museum, the kind that would allow even the cultivators of the gods to gain enlightenment and observe how the boundary walls of the real world are formed.

This understanding is of self-evident importance to Jiang Ding, who is building the prototype of the sword world.

"Space, immortal, ten feet of space cannot be broken..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

Various insights emerged in his mind. His understanding of the prototype of the sword world became more and more enriched, and his understanding of the way of space increased rapidly.

Reflected in the Void Refining Space between the eyebrows, the sky of the Sword Realm is undergoing drastic changes. The boundary wall, boundary thunder layer, Gangfeng layer, and cloud layers emerge one by one. Although it is still very blurry, many places are not filled with sword intent. It's an illusion, but the frame can already be seen.

This is not the end.

With the enlightenment, the prototype of the sword world is still undergoing slight changes, constantly fine-tuning, and moving closer to the real world. Although it is still far away, it is also moving forward step by step.

However, the prototype of this sword world is not round in the sky but in the shape of a planet.

In this way, Jiang Ding stood on the deck of the super battleship Chaori, staring blankly at the flowing wall of the yin and yang virtual world, letting the years pass by.

Unknowingly, more than nine years have passed, and the virtual world of Yin and Yang is about to collapse.

Originally, although this cosmic wonder was inherently deficient and could not achieve the real world, no matter how many years passed, it still had a lifespan of at least two hundred years.

This is just a moment in the life of the world, like a baby that died young, appears in the universe, and dies when it cries.

Now, the death process has been shortened again. It may be the reason why the Horned Demons broke the boundary, or it may be other reasons, no one knows.

This virtual world only has a lifespan of ten years, and it has now come to an end.

By this time, the communication inside and outside the Yin-Yang virtual world will be opened again, and the powerful powers of the Nine Immortal Sects can take action to guide their own way back.

If you are unfortunate enough to stay here, even the cultivators who transform themselves into gods will die young along with the world.

"Jiang Ding, it's time to go..."

Master Gu Lin said softly.

Around them, one hundred and twenty-seven cultivators at the peak of the Immortal Sect's Golden Core controlled an unmanned fleet of unmanned fighter jets, forming a terrifying steel formation around the place, protecting them layer by layer.

In fact, they had been waiting for a long time and saw that someone was enlightening here, so they did not want to disturb them until now.

"Um."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly, not obsessed with anything.

From a distance, Jiu Daozi's eyes were also cast here, with vigilance. The more he was approaching success, the more he did not trust Da Ri Jianzi.

"Come out."

Jiang Ding did not look at them and said calmly: "The space technique of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is indeed terrifying. I have stayed here for six years before I found a clue about you from the space. It is not easy."

"Come out, what comes out?"

Master Gu Lin was horrified and followed Jiang Ding's gaze towards the empty boundary wall.

It is forever flowing and changing.

There was no change due to words, it was silent and quiet.

"Huh?"

"Just try to cheat, but it turns out there really isn't one."

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly.

boom!

The super battleship Big Sun roared, and one thousand and twenty-four Dyson sun beams suddenly appeared. Together with the sword light, they struck a certain point in the boundary wall in an instant.

Boom!

The space is shattered, and the sun explodes.

In the terrifying will of destruction and forbidden law, a black-armored giant with a body of 100 feet in charcoal shape was revealed. There were bloody wounds on his body, and the sword energy penetrated into it like gangrene attached to the bone, destroying the surrounding flesh and blood.

At this moment, what is immortal is not the body of the indestructible King Kong, but the destructive sword energy of the sun!

Those wounds wanted to heal, and strands of flesh and blood sprouted out, but they were all strangled by the sun's destructive sword energy. The flesh and blood body swallowed up a sword energy, and then regenerated a sword energy, which will never be extinguished.

"Ahem..."

"Human slaves, in the near future, the imperial clan will take revenge, and you will be exterminated. Every mortal and cultivator will die."

The emperor's son of the Horned Demon Clan vomited blood and looked coldly at the young man in green clothes not far away: "The imperial clan will migrate more intelligent races to fill this realm. Every lowly race will remember the fate of those who killed our emperor's son!"

He began to burn his blood and flesh.

Everything gathered at the horn and turned into a terrible black light mixed with blood and black.

Master Gu Lin looked solemn.

This race has too strong space technology!

It must be found and developed with targeted means, otherwise, the Xianmen fleet will be in great danger and have a huge weakness.

"It sounds terrible."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Boom!

The Taiqing flying sword carried the Dyson beam stars in the sky and blasted down.

Boom!

Boom boom!

One sword, two swords, three swords!

This horned demon emperor was very strong. After burning everything, he endured three swords of Taiqing Flying Sword alone, but he was still alive.

It was not until the fourth sword roared that his body exploded into a pool of blood mist, and blood fell like rain.

The only remaining horn was put into the storage jade pendant by Jiang Ding.

"It should be gone."

Jiang Ding checked again and again, and ignored it.

He pinched the spell to activate the formation prepared in advance. A rumbling sound came from the boundary wall. A series of space dragons roared and flew towards this side, forming a Feng Shui pattern of thousands of dragons worshiping. The slightly crystal-clear Xuanhuang Hongmeng mother qi Tianlong emerged in the center.

Buzz!

Jiang Ding's eyebrows bloomed with gray light, which fell on the ten-thousand-foot Tianlong, sealing it and dragging it into the prototype of the sword world bit by bit.