A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

In the fierce wind, Jiang Ding was flying in the sky with his invisible figure.

From time to time, birds and white clouds would fly in front of him and pass over him, without any disturbance, they would just pass through, as if they were not in the same world.

"This world... is very special."

Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.

"Completely different from any other small world where the Immortal Sect is located."

"There are so many anomalies."

"Immortal skills, Shuoyang Tianjun, the True Monarch of Great Love, and Han Lin...he is nothing. Everyone has their own secrets and opportunities, so it's not surprising."

"There is also a Blood Spirit Holy Body. Daozi's talent, although it is far from being compared with the real Daozi, the training is too poor."

"With so many special features and so many coincidences, there must be something hidden."

"I have to be more cautious."

Jiang Ding silently evaluated his own strength without any arrogance or arrogance.

"I should be able to win, a monk in the middle stage of spiritual transformation."

"As long as it's not too high, such as the middle stage of Daozi's transformation into gods, or the middle stage of inheritance disciple's transformation into gods."

"You can win in the middle stage of becoming a god, but whether you can kill him or not depends on the situation. It's not certain."

"A monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation should be able to win, but the possibility of killing him is very small."

"Not counting the Ten Thousand Spider Heavenly Lord, he is a useless person. He doesn't even have the fifth-level formation. He doesn't understand the Golden Cause and Effect Technique at all. He got it through initiation.

"He also has many weaknesses within his own body and soul. He has swallowed too many bloodline descendants and is in a mess."

"If you are slightly aroused by the distortion power of the great sun, you are a lamb to the slaughter."

"As for encountering monks at the peak of God Transformation, as well as monks between the peak of Soul Transformation and Lianxu... I'll run for my life as soon as possible, don't think about these things."

"The distance between the peak of God Transformation and Lianxu is wider than the solar system. If it develops normally, even if I advance to the stage of God Transformation, I will still be an ant in front of those eight Lianxu, and escape will still be impossible."

Jiang Ding knows a lot about himself and doesn't think he is invincible.

He looked at the sky and the earth in all directions.

Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and clouds passed by in front of my eyes, as well as birds and beasts on the earth, humans, and various monsters and monsters.

A scene full of vitality and growth of all things.

"This is my place of order and restraint!"

"It's the whole North Plains."

Jiang Ding whispered: "After the death of Ten Thousand Spiders, the immortal orthodoxy of the entire Beiyuan was automatically transferred to my head, and everything belongs to me!"

"...The Ice Heavenly Lord of the Western Desert is truly unworthy of a human being. He came to my home, invaded my territory, humiliated me, bullied me, and killed my subordinates."

"Sure enough, the trolls are all a bunch of wolf-hearted people."

"By the way, there is also the Kiyama Tie family. I can't do anything to you now, but the fifth-level spiritual veins there belong to me!"

"Just wait. When I'm free, I'll cut off all the spiritual veins outside the Kiyama Tie family and bring them to the Six Paths Sect to restore the fifth-level spiritual veins here."

"Even if I don't use it, I will use it to grow flowers and grass. I'll make you mad..."

The white light transmitted through space flashes continuously.

These teleportation arrays at the Nascent Soul level are no longer convenient. They need to be teleported multiple times on a journey. They are not suitable for the God Transformation level. Teleportation arrays of higher standards need to be rebuilt.

Jiang Ding plans to open the old teleportation array and use it for the circulation of materials and people throughout Beiyuan, so as to boost the economy, increase tax revenue, and develop agriculture, weapon refining industry, alchemy industry, etc.

“These are a steady stream of revenue.”

"If I regain the entire Northern Plains, how much tax revenue will I get in a year?"

Jiang Ding said expectantly.

After some time, Jiang Ding returned to the Six Paths Sect again. He did not alert anyone, and his consciousness swept across all directions.

Han Lin was still happily selecting natural materials and treasures in the secret warehouse. Occasionally he saw messy places and took the initiative to sort them out.

Zhenjun Yin Dao and others did not dare to practice, and their spiritual consciousness was always scanning the inside and outside of the sect, supervising the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Six Paths Sect who were guilty, and preventing them from causing chaos.

As for the Dainichi Sect monks and the Tushan Maid Group who are still on the way, their speed is too slow, even with the help of the already opened teleportation array.

Especially for the Tushan maid group, the previous order was to lurk at the highest level. The maids were scattered in all directions, and it was very troublesome to gather them in a short time.

Jiang Ding ignored them and walked straight to the highest peak.

The Yuanci aura here is getting stronger and stronger, and gradually reveals some aura of Yuanci forbidden magic. Many monks in the Qi training period have completely lost the ability to cast spells in this environment, and their spiritual consciousness has become ineffective, and they are very frightened. But he didn't dare to leave.

After losing the seal, Yin Yang Yuanci Jueling Mountain is recovering.

The top of the mountain,

A pitch-black palace came into view. The entire palace was made of a fourth-grade top-grade spiritual material called black magic gold. It was solid and immortal and could last for thousands of years without any damage.

This is the important place of the Six Paths Sect. It is a palace that was refined by the Six Paths Patriarch tens of thousands of years ago. It has been passed down to this palace, majestic and luxurious.

Jiang Ding walked into the deep palace.

On the ninety-nine steps, a tall Dark Lord's Throne stands.

In the sky above the throne, there are six vortexes of different colors, filled with chaotic energy, constantly rotating, emitting the auras of the human world, the heavenly world, the Shura world, the hell world, the evil ghost world, and the animal world.

There is a huge attraction coming from the six whirlpools, as if it can absorb the monk's soul, put it into it, and torture it for countless years.

The most important treasure of the Six Paths Sect, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Palace!

There is a legacy here, the legacy of the Six Paths Sect. Only the disciples of the Six Paths Sect can get close. If it is an outsider, the soul will be dragged into the soul in an instant, and the reincarnation will sink, becoming one of the billions of ghost servants.

"The name is too grand, it's just a quasi-fifth-level infant treasure."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

His consciousness and sword intent poured into the palace, ignoring the spiritual imprint left by the Ten Thousand Spiders Heavenly Monarch, and forcibly destroyed it, leaving his own spiritual imprint.

"From now on, you can call it the Black Demon Palace, which matches your architectural style very well."

Buzz!

The palace hummed for a while, indicating approval, and there was a certain spirituality.

"Let it be so."

"This place will once again become the immortal center of Beiyuan."

Jiang Ding sat on the Black Demon Throne.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and there were six paths behind him that were alternately reincarnated and cycled, and wisps of smoke spread in the palace, exuding an unpredictable breath.

He closed his eyes slightly and fell into cultivation.

Six months later.

A short practice, a practice cycle that omitted many meridian nodes, slowly ended, the mana in the dantian increased by a tiny amount, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth slowly calmed down.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

In front of him, a group of people knelt down, each of them was solemn and powerful, and each of them was at least a genius among thousands of people, a Yuanying Zhenjun among the cultivators.

A Jindan peak cultivator was not qualified to enter this palace at all.

"Greetings,"

"Greetings, Master!"

"Greetings, Jianzi!"

"Greetings, Tushan Tianjun!"

The Yuanying Zhenjun of the human race from the righteous, the evil, and the scattered cultivators from all over the country gathered around.

They kowtowed to their monarch, the newly born Tianjun of the human race, and worshiped him respectfully and sincerely. There was no internal fighting and chaos that the human race usually had, and the voices were extremely uniform.

Their resounding voices echoed over hundreds of miles, dispersing the dark clouds and allowing beams of light to appear again in the gloomy sky of Beiyuan.