A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"It's the limit..."

"Only three years."

Jiang Ding sighed.

According to legend, the son of a true immortal takes nine thousand years to be conceived, nine thousand years to be born, and nine thousand years to become an adult.

I don't know when I can reach such a state.

It's still a long way to go now.

The next step for a Jindan cultivator is for the Nascent Soul to tear the placenta and appear between heaven and earth.

"Tear,"

"I tear, I tear, tear, tear..."

The Nascent Soul that Jiang Ding's soul turned into was small. It stood on the three-inch-long Taiqing Flying Sword, puffed up its cheeks, and used its two white little hands to force, force, and force again, trying to tear the sword placenta and be born.

This process is not difficult, and most Nascent Soul cultivators can easily cross it.

"Tear!"

"I tear..."

Jiang Ding felt that his face was about to turn blue.

But the sword placenta is stronger than the divine gold, and it cannot be cut no matter how hard you try. This placenta and the Taiqing Flying Sword are of the same origin, and the sword edge cannot be used at all.

"I can't tear it off..."

Jiang Ding's face was depressed.

In this state of life, he was unprecedentedly young and tender, as if he had returned to his childhood, playing with his mother.

"If you can't tear it off, don't tear it off."

Jiang Ding's expression returned to calm.

In danger, hundreds of years of experience took over his instincts and were no longer affected.

"Then, just go out!"

Whoosh!

Jiang Ding's body suddenly became numb, and a round golden pill flew out of his forehead, shining brightly, with a small man and a small flying sword inside.

This golden golden pill faced the sky, which was 9,000 kilometers in size, as black as ink, and densely flashing electric snakes.

He took the initiative to kill in the sky!

Boom!

At the moment when the golden pill left the body, a terrifying purple thunder with a clear aura of incarnation was like a sharp sword, carrying the great trend of heaven and earth, and the thunder domain, blasting down from the sky, causing many Tianjuns to change their faces slightly.

"Golden Core, no, Nascent Soul, take the initiative to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation!"

"This is too dangerous!"

"This is a serious violation of the taboos of the Tribulation! Moreover, it is clear that the Heavenly Tribulation will come after the Nascent Soul is formed and after the Heart Demon Tribulation. This is not right..."

Lei Sheng Zhenjun widened his eyes.

Nascent Soul, especially the newly born Nascent Soul, is the most fragile. It often takes decades of nurturing before it can leave the body and take over the body. Therefore, newborn Nascent Soul cultivators often retreat for decades. This is almost a routine.

Now, this routine is broken!

An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and others also felt a sharp pain in their hearts.

The blue-purple thunder melted the space and fell silently, carrying the trend of heaven and earth. It also carried the destructive will of thunder in charge of the punishment of heaven and earth. It suddenly descended, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, their whole body stiff, and they could only wait to be killed.

Jin Can Jin Dan did not care about His majesty. He faced the thunder in the sky and killed His lightning head-on.

The blue-purple and golden lights suddenly met!

Boom!

The sky and earth suddenly brightened!

The terrible thunder spread in all directions, and the space was destroyed and melted layer by layer, enough to kill all the spirits in the world. The world was unkind, without love or hatred, and the anomalies of the world were wiped out in the rumbling operation.

Crack!

In the destructive lightning, the vitality did not dissipate.

"What's the matter?"

Everyone held their breath and looked at it.

I saw that the destructive lightning spider web was all over the golden fetal garment. With a crisp cracking sound, the fetal garment made of divine gold suddenly broke, shattered into golden fragments all over the sky, splashing in all directions.

In the golden stars, a Yuanying gradually appeared.

He was half the size of a palm, with fair skin and black hair. He looked exactly like Jiang Ding. He closed his eyes slightly, and next to him was a blue-gold flying sword that was almost as tall as himself.

The next moment, like a dream bubble, the Yuanying merged into the flying sword, and they were no longer distinguishable.

The Yuanying is the sword, and the sword is also the Yuanying.

The sword is there, the person is there; if the sword dies, the person will surely die.

Swish!

Before the second heavenly tribulation appeared, the Taiqing flying sword instantly returned to the Dantian.

The huge mana and the soul of the Nascent Soul spread in all directions, causing Jiang Ding's skin and flesh to tremble, his bones to creak, and the mana in his meridians to run wildly, expelling pieces of dirty blood from his body.

This is the qualitative change of the body under the influence of the soul and mana of the Nascent Soul!

The qualitative change of the Nascent Soul level!

This is also the fundamental reason why the cultivator has extended his life for 1,200 years and can be called a land immortal.

The essence of life is changing, and the body is evolving rapidly and violently.

At the same time, Jiang Ding's eyes showed confusion.

"That's right, that's right!"

"After the transformation of mana and soul, it is the heart demon tribulation. Ten thousand years of time condenses into an instant. If you survive it, you can welcome the thunder tribulation. If you can't survive it, your soul will dissipate, and your six hundred years of journey will be in vain..."

Lei Sheng Zhenjun breathed a sigh of relief.

If he continues to be overturned like this, his Dao heart will become unstable. After thousands of years of research, he has entrusted his life, death, honor and disgrace to his future Dao path. Now the facts are revealed in front of him. If it is not the case, anyone will be afraid.

…

A hazy gray fog appeared and dispersed, revealing the scene at Rongcheng's home.

"Dingding, it's time to eat!"

"The fried bacon with zheergen you made yourself is still on the stove. Bring it over on the way."

Lin Wanqiu brought a plate of fried eggs with tomatoes to the table and shouted loudly, scolding him: "Xiaoyuan, don't watch cartoons anymore. You do nothing all day long, just watching cartoons. Your grades are not good either. You only got 59 points this time..."

"Mom, you are wrong."

"I have something to do!"

Jiang Yuan was dissatisfied and shouted: "I bought the vegetables for lunch, and the tomatoes you just used are what we have left for lunch."

"Where are the results?"

Lin Wanqiu glared at her.

"Ah...this...this"

Jiang Yuan's arrogance disappeared in an instant, and he said: "Well... I read on the Internet that other people said that the grades in elementary school are nothing and are misleading. The real grades will not appear until junior high school."

"Mom, don't worry, I am a genius who has been deceived by my real results. I will definitely fly into the sky by the time I get to junior high school, with perfect scores in Keke!"

She looked confident.

"Hmph! Soaring into the sky? Don't think I don't know..."

Lin Wanqiu snorted coldly.

"Eat, eat."

"Let's talk after eating. Mom, Xiaoyuan, the dishes are getting cold."

Jiang Ding came back with a plate of stir-fried bacon with folded ears and hurriedly settled the matter, otherwise today's meal would be a mess and no peace.

The family bickered at the dinner table from time to time, and talked about things about study and life.

"Ding Ding, were you injured while practicing sword practice yesterday?"

Lin Wanqiu asked.

"Well, the minor injury has been bandaged."

Jiang Ding answered vaguely while eating. It was indeed a familiar and friendly taste that he had not tasted for a long time, which made him deeply addicted.

"Actually, learning and practicing swordsmanship don't have to be so hard."

Lin Wanqiu consoled him: "It's no good for a gangster like Xiaoyuan who plays in school every day, nor is it good for someone like you who practices swordsmanship crazily and studies. I know our family's martial arts talent. Just like that, we can't succeed anyway." Immortal cultivator."

“Just work harder, and you’ll have enough food and clothing in the future, so you can live a more relaxed life.”

"Anyway, it is said on TV and in books that high-level immortal cultivators also have a lot of troubles and are not very happy, just like us mortals."

"Yeah, mom makes sense."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

"Then no sword practice is allowed tomorrow. It's okay to take a day off."

Lin Wanqiu said without any doubt.

"OK, all right."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ding agreed without refuting.

This made Lin Wanqiu very happy and gave him some food.

After dinner, the family went for a walk and chatted with familiar neighbors they hadn't seen for many years. Everything was so novel and intoxicating.

The next day, Jiang Ding stopped practicing sword practice.

This is true on the third day, fourth day, and even a month.

Once people relax, it is easy to find excuses to persuade themselves and give up their efforts little by little. All kinds of excuses sound very reasonable.

After a few months, he gave up sword training completely.

In the transparent sky, a wisp of dark eyes flashed away.

In this way, Jiang Ding went to high school peacefully and graduated from high school. He did not enter the monastic department and entered a second-level university with general subjects. After graduation, he got married and had children, was filial to his elders, and lived happily.

Until the last moment of life.

Jiang Ding was still satisfied.

He looked at the children and grandchildren in the hall, and said to his eldest son: "I have no regrets in my life. Although it is ordinary and ordinary, I spent it happily. And with you, I have no regrets..."

"Dad! Grandpa!"

Beside the bed, dozens of children were crying in a circle, heartfelt and deeply emotional.

"It's strange to have no regrets..."

Jiang Ding dragged his old body and stood up slowly.

The children, children, and grandchildren around them all stared wide-eyed.

"That's weird."

"My friend, the inner demon, is this it?"

Old Man Jiang dragged the patient's body and stood on the hospital bed. He smiled slightly and seemed to have seen something very interesting: "Are you showing off your brain? My mother and sister are still in the secret realm of deep sleep. What can I do? Pity?"

"Do you want to do this for me?"

"dad……"

Surrounded by children and grandchildren who were crying and crying, their expressions were stunned and their bodies were stiff.

"Who is your dad?"

"Are you worthy?"

Jiang Ding smiled and shook his head.

In the blink of an eye, the blue-gold sword energy bloomed, and a bloody streak appeared on the throats of countless figures, which slowly dissipated.

boom!

The illusion shattered, revealing a dark sky.

In the pitch-black sky, a demon spider stood tall and full of stars. Its eighteen pairs of deep compound eyes kept turning, staring at this side.