Chapter 1391 Death of the Great Sun Sword Cult without strong men
No matter how intense the pain is, it will weaken over time as time goes by.
No matter how strong the enemy is, they can be killed with a sword.
Jiang Ding held the Taiqing Flying Sword in his hand, and in the endless light, his frown began to relax, and he gradually adapted, and his expression began to become quiet and peaceful.
The powerful training brought about by "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" gradually became subtle and invisible. Sword cultivation soul and flying sword took the first step towards the foundation of Hedao.
"If you practice dual cultivation of the Sun, Taiyin and Sword, it seems that you can achieve similar effects. It is inevitable that you will have a smooth journey..."
Jiang Ding's sword spirit regained its general perfection once again and began to think.
"However, what will Taiyin Jianzi and Taiyin Jianzi lose?"
"You will lose an enemy and an opportunity on the road. Therefore, the sword soul will lose an opportunity to defeat itself and transform."
"This is the special nature of the sword cultivation path. It must grow in battle and cannot be as stable as the legal cultivation."
"One chance is nothing."
"The gap formed by the accumulation of missed opportunities time and time again is the gap between the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. History has already proved it."
The dark gold film on the Taiqing Flying Sword was gradually completely absorbed, revealing the blue gold sword body again, blooming with soft light.
The first sword refining of "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" is halfway completed.
The remaining half will be tempered and changed little by little over the next hundred years. It will be softer and not as dangerous as it was at the beginning.
This 'soft' obsession is obscure, invisible, and continuous, and may be more dangerous for some monks.
Of course, among these monks, they naturally do not include the Great Sun Sword Cultivator who has been obsessed with evil since he was a child.
"The progress of this sword refining..."
Jiang Ding's consciousness and sword soul poured into the flying sword, and he carefully understood the changes that had taken place in the Taiqing Flying Sword: "It is about nine times three times more efficient than the previous "Great Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique", and it can even make my soul change. Subtle essential transformation ”
"It is expected that in another two thousand years, Taiqing Feijian will refine the treasure of void space to perfection."
“Nearly ten times faster!”
"Two thousand years later, my soul will have a foundation comparable to that of a disciple of the Immortal Sect in the Upper Realm. There will be a definite answer on Hedao, instead of relying on luck."
"Of course, the premise of all this is that you can't burp in "Sun Sacrifice Sword Art"."
Jiang Ding added in his heart.
"To be honest, Guyang Sacrifice Sword Technique is indeed a little dangerous. If I want to maintain my sanity, I really need to kill Guanglei Tianjun."
"It would be better if there was a princess from the Fairy Butterfly Clan."
"I am a genius in swordsmanship in the human realm, and the way of military formation is very strong. The puppets made into illusions must be the best puppets, far superior to the ordinary disciples of the Immortal Sect. They will definitely be moved when they see it. This is the charm. Big..."
"If you kill me, then call it a day and run away. I will hide in the Immortal Sect for thousands of years. After I am promoted to Void Refining, I will consider coming to the upper world."
Jiang Ding quickly planned in his mind.
For now, the Leiyang Heavenly Sword Realm and the Heavenly Fantasy Fairy Butterfly Clan are similar to him. They are both very dangerous and there is no difference because of the same clan.
Keng!
Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and stood up.
"Now, there is only Light Thunder Heavenly Lord for the time being. I have to quickly deal with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhen Sect and the Blood Lake Bone Mountain, and take out the last fragments of the magic so that I can escape when the time comes..."
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The swamp magic city.
An old man with gray-green hair appeared in the palace again, sitting cross-legged. He took out array disks, giant cauldrons, flags, and things like smart chips that were flashing with light and punched them all over the quagmire magic city. It seemed that what he was doing was extremely complicated and he had not finished it for several months. Phased work completed.
"The Hedao-level formation is too complicated. It would take me decades just to install it..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
His arrangement was naturally to deal with the sword fight between the Light and Thunder Heavenly Lord more than two hundred years later, to prevent the guardians of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm from interfering with the sword fight, and... to prevent him from using anything other than his own kendo ability. Something that interferes with the sacred sword fight, even death.
Practicing the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" alone violates the common sense believed by the sages of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm and is too dangerous.
At this time, even the strongest swordsman in the Dairi Sword Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of years could no longer control his instincts.
He needs a strong enemy.
If there is no strong enemy, he will go crazy and self-destruct.
At that time, once it is completely crazy, everything will be irreparable. Perhaps the only way to survive is to seal yourself in the Immortal Sect and wait for another technological explosion in the Immortal Sect.
Even considering the luckiest scenario, the probability of survival is no more than one in a thousand.
"If the Lord of Light and Thunder had not arrived..."
"Then what should I do?"
Jiang Ding's face was calm and his eyes were cold: "I started from the Thunder Flame Territory and began to travel in many lower realms where there is no local Hedao Divine Lord. I challenged all the evil cultivators one by one and defeated them one by one. Beat him to death until my big Japanese can fully wake up and be freed.”
"You can't just go after the human race. Maybe you can consider killing the demon race's lower domain..."
"Anyone who eats humans deserves to die!"
There is a way in every situation, what a blessing.
"By the way, there is also an escape teleportation array."
"After I run away, I cannot appear in the Thunder Flame Domain again. I must stay far away from here, because this place may attract the attention of near-immortal-level forces. Even if I come back after thousands of years, it will not be safe."
Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something, separated out several god-level clones, and gave some instructions in the core of their souls.
These clones will carry a large amount of teleportation array materials and scatter them in all directions. They will spend hundreds of years setting up many teleportation arrays, which will self-destruct after one use, leaving a way for the main body to survive.
"Also, since you plan to run away, you don't need to care too much about the identity of the True Master of the Quagmire."
"You can order more sword-making materials from Tiangong Building. It's best to ensure that many materials that I can't synthesize temporarily within two thousand years are ready... If you don't have enough money, you can borrow money from Xianmen in the name of investing in business."
Jiang Ding made a decision.
This will reveal more wealth, which is somewhat inconsistent with the identity of the Quagmire True Master, but there is no need to pay attention to it.
He didn't believe that Tiangonglou's hugely profitable business would be abandoned.
Anyway, no matter how much profit Tiangonglou makes, Jiangding's cross-border trade profit will only be greater than theirs. There is no need to worry about losing money in business and not being able to repay Xianmen's loan.
Of course, this kind of transaction cannot exceed a certain limit and cannot be infinitely improved, otherwise Tiangong Tower may not be able to kill people and seize treasures.
In this way, Jiang Ding practiced step by step in the quagmire magic city, implemented his plan, arranged formations, collected many specimens and techniques, and enriched his foundation.
Before you know it, nearly a hundred years have passed.
At this time, it was finally the tax collection year of the Immortal Artifact Sect that once every millennium, and the Tiangong Tower envoys and worship envoys came across the boundary with great momentum, and the colorful clouds covered the sky of the Thunder Flame Territory.
They didn't hide it at all. Even if they were clearly seriously injured while crossing the barrier, no one dared to stroke the tiger's beard.
Because they represent the majesty of the Immortal Sect!
(End of chapter)