A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding hid his body and patiently lurked near the Six Paths Sect. His spiritual sense was divided into hundreds of thousands of extremely fine strands, which little by little explored each formation node, the flow of the earth veins, and the degree of connection between the formation and the Yin-Yang Yuanci Mountain.

This was the formation-breaking technique from the Immortal Sect.

He was confident that even if there was a fifth-level formation master and a spiritual cultivator in charge, he could escape if he failed to break the formation, so he came here.

"Yin-Yang Yuanci Jueling Mountain... This place was called this in ancient times, right?"

Jiang Ding thought about it.

The moment his subtle spiritual sense was explored, the ten-thousand-foot peak seemed to vibrate slightly.

This mountain is spiritual.

Jiang Ding's subtle spiritual sense continued to go deeper, exploring everything in the Six Paths Sect, especially the cultivators, which was related to his own safety, and the information of Bingfeng Zhenjun could not be trusted completely.

"Stop yelling."

Han Lin refused outright, righteously speaking, pointing to the sky and swearing: "I, Yin Tianxiu, am loyal to my family. If I betray you, I will be punished by heaven and earth, and I will never be reborn!"

Jiang Ding said to himself, without any carelessness, and his subtle spiritual sense swept every place one by one.

"If I don't get the opportunity again, I will be trapped in the early stage of Yuanying in this life, just like many casual cultivators who have been promoted to Yuanying. It's the end."

Jiang Ding's subtle spiritual sense explored all the cultivators in the Six Paths Sect bit by bit, even including the cultivators who practiced Qi and built foundation, trying his best to exclude the possibility of the hidden cultivators of the Divine Transformation.

"You are here?"

"No more,"

He emphasized again.

"Huh?"

Go to Guishan Tie's house in reverse.

In the era of the founder of the Six Paths Sect, there may be a fifth-level spiritual vein here, but now it has been led to another place by the Heavenly Monarch of later generations, gathering the spiritual veins of the entire Beiyuan to nourish itself.

"What a coincidence."

The square-faced man practiced as usual, and said helplessly in his mind: "I have low qualifications. I have practiced until now, and there are too many bottlenecks. It's just a bottleneck at every step!"

"Senior,"

This is normal.

This mountain has been sealed by the founder of the Six Paths Sect for tens of thousands of years. The power of Yuan magnetic cannot bloom. It wants to break free and bloom again between heaven and earth, freely waving Yuan magnetic divine light and shining in all directions.

The old voice was speechless and stopped complaining.

"Yes, it seems that the possibility of Wanzhu Tianjun practicing here is very small."

"The concentration of spiritual energy here exceeds the fourth-level extreme, but it has not reached the fifth level. It is considered a quasi-fifth-level spiritual vein..."

"It's true, no one is pretending."

The old voice wanted to cry bitterly.

"There is a deal, you consider it, it's dangerous, but the reward is very rich."

This person is one of the thirteen Yuanying Zhenjun of the Six Paths Sect that he discovered. The concealment spell is useless to him, but he didn't expect that this Yuanying cultivator disguised as a Qi training cultivator, which is also outrageous.

Jiang Ding explored with his subtle consciousness bit by bit, sweeping the gate of the Six Paths Sect, and quickly calculated the data in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he felt relieved.

The inheritance of casual cultivators is incomplete, and there is no one to guide them. A spirit stone is broken into two halves. There is no food to eat when practicing, and they are often hunted down by others. There is no peace.

However, that's it.

In the eyes of the God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch, the spirit veins can be pulled and changed.

"There are many Yuanying cultivators in the Six Paths Sect... thirteen, and one is at the peak of the Yuanying, a shriveled and skinny old man. This person should be the strongest Yuanying cultivator of the Beiyuan family, the Six-Finger True Monarch."

"It is possible only if there is a sect with a strong atmosphere of Buddhism and Taoism."

...

"This... has some reasons..."

The spirituality of the mountain is too small, it is not a living thing, it can't do anything.

In this case, it is a great fortune to become a Yuanying cultivator, and there is no need to talk about the foundation.

"Senior, it's not that I want to die."

"Now, I have been trapped by the bottleneck of the early stage of the Nascent Soul for more than a hundred years!"

There is really no other way. You can put it nearby. These talismans can hide themselves. You don't have to worry about anything. Just put it down. "

"..."

He sent a map through his subtle spiritual sense.

And his efficiency will be higher than that of Wanzhu Tianjun.

"He is a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul."

This is a square-faced man in his thirties, with the eighth level of Qi training. Judging from his clothes and waist badge, he should be a direct descendant of the Yin family. This is not surprising. The direct descendants of the Yin family are everywhere in the mountain gate of the Six Paths Sect.

At the same time, in the cave of the square-faced man.

"I must get the Six Paths Sect's magnetic spirit liquid!"

"No matter who you are, I will never betray my family!"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

"This guy actually has six fingers..."

"No fifth-level spiritual vein."

"..."

"It is impossible to betray the family! "

Jiang Ding was stunned.

The square-faced man was practicing cross-legged, everything was normal, but an old voice came from his mind, cursing: "Can you not always do this, rushing to a dangerous place, rushing to a dangerous place."

"This time, just run into the gate of the Huashen Sect!"

This is not surprising, when Jiang Ding can suppress the entire Beiyuan in the future, he will do the same.

Jiang Ding pondered.

It is not the kind of land god, but a kind of spirituality spontaneously born from famous mountains and rivers in a high spiritual environment.

The old voice sounded again: "I have said long ago that the "Soul Changing and Bone Changing Technique" you got by chance is nothing in front of the Huashen cultivators. It is a trivial technique that can be seen through at a glance. You are lucky enough to have to go to the death to get it. "

This kind of thing is very common among casual cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.

"This possibility is very small. The Beiyuan family is nothing but a small fish. How can they have such a strong man who is not moved by fame and fortune?"

Han Lin was shocked, but his face did not change at all. He showed doubt and fear. He looked around, like an eighth-level Qi training cultivator who knew nothing.

If there was a spirit cultivator sitting in charge, such as the Beiyuan family's middle ancestor Wan Zhu Tianjun who practiced here instead of the Guishan Tie family, then he would not break the formation.

Don't let him be attacked by a sweeper from the Sutra Pavilion suddenly jump out when he is attacking the formation. The old monster of the spirit will attack secretly. This is dangerous.

"Han boy, how long will it take?"

Now, it instinctively found something that made it feel familiar, just like seeing its own kind, and sent a subtle joyful emotion, and the spiritual instinct of the mountain was attracted.

Thousands of miles away, Jiang Ding was speechless.

"You want to die, can you not take me with you!"

At this time, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Who?"

"The breath is familiar..."

Spiritual veins, in the eyes of ordinary immortal cultivators, are the great power of heaven and earth, which lasts forever. The birth and death of countless generations of immortal cultivators have no effect on them.

"However, you are really lucky and have not died yet. I admire you for this."

Han Lin shook his head: "I have found you a body with natural spiritual roots as promised. You didn't want to do it, so I can't do anything about it."

Jiang Ding paused: "Put nine sword talismans in these places, that is, in these positions on this map. The positions should be accurate.

"Why does this Qigong cultivator look familiar?"

"Han Lin,"

Han Lin said firmly.

"Shenhua?"

Han Lin's breath was choked, and his mind was blank.