Chapter 1393 Four thousand years later, you insulted me again
During the decades when the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy was recovering from his injuries, the Thunder Flame Territory was peaceful and no major events occurred.
Even the battle between the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhen Sect, which had been engaged in a fierce attack and defense, stopped instantly. No Zhen Sect monk dared to provoke a fight under the eyes of the Immortal Sect envoy.
Affected by the two major sects, many casual cultivators also became cautious, and the Thunder Flame Territory rarely entered a state of peace.
In the swamp magic city.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes in the green palace.
He has completed his second practice of the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" and has gained a lot. It is expected that in another hundred years, the fourth solar rule divine ban will be born, and the Taiqing Flying Sword will also become a mid-level space treasure, sharp and sharp. be further improved.
In the process of refining the treasure of space for thousands of years, the Taiqing Flying Sword added a divine prohibition on the scale of hundreds of years. This speed is really terrifying and abnormal.
Not only the speed of the sacrifice, Jiang Ding's soul, and the material of the Taiqing Flying Sword also underwent subtle but essential changes.
This can be called a miracle, a miracle caused by the inheritance of the Immortal Sect.
And the price also exists.
"I can practice just once, and I will go bankrupt..."
Jiang Ding said to himself.
The wealth accumulated over thousands of years, one of the richest people in Hedao-level forces, went bankrupt in just a few hundred years through such cultivation. The accumulation of thousands of years in countless small thousand worlds has all been used up.
Wealth melting like ice and snow is not enough to describe this horrific expense.
This is the foundation of Hedao.
In addition to the material consumption, due to the lack of assistance from the Taiyin Sword, more terrifying inner demons accumulated in his heart, causing Jiang Ding's eyes to begin to turn a scorching white color, the same scorching white color as the critical state of Taiqing Feijian.
His whole person began to become extremely unstable, and he was about to be swallowed up by his own inner demons.
"I can still persist in myself for another two hundred and thirty-seven years."
Jiang Ding said indifferently.
"Coupled with the reserved reaction time...at most two hundred years, if the Lord of Light and Thunder does not appear, I will start my sword fighting tour. However, in the lower realm, there is no place where the Lord of Hedao exists. In the immortal law, it can be called an evil demon monk,”
"They're all going to die!"
This journey must be a narrow escape from death.
Not everyone is a sword cultivator, and they all pursue a fight at the same level. If they find that they are defeated, they will definitely bring in power above the realm of refining the void.
At that time, if you don't escape fast enough or are not lucky enough, you will definitely die.
"Disease!"
Jiang Ding cast down spells one after another, which fell on his body, making his body become hazy.
This is a self-sealing spell in the Immortal Sect, and he has made certain improvements in swordsmanship.
Without this spell, he wouldn't have two hundred years of buffering time. He would go crazy now and would need the blood of a powerful enemy to calm down, otherwise he would explode and die.
After an unknown amount of time, the restless inner demons were gradually sealed away.
Jiang Ding returned to normal.
He knew that this was just drinking poison to quench thirst. It was like a volcano. The more suppressed it was, the more violent and destructive it would be when it finally erupted.
But he had no choice.
Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness unfolded and began to receive various messages from the Quagmire Demonic City, especially the information from the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoys.
The messenger from the Immortal Weapon Sect had the sword-making materials for the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" that he needed, which were very important to him and related to his cultivation for more than a thousand years.
No information on this was found.
The envoys from the Quagmire Demonic City did not see the Immortal Weapon Sect envoys, but only saw an inner disciple of the Immortal Weapon Sect, the God Transformation monk, who took the gift and sent them away.
However, another message caught his attention. "The number of missing god-transformation monks, Nascent Soul monks, and Golden Core cultivators in the Quagmire Demonic City has increased. Within twenty years, nineteen god-transformation monks, thousands of Nascent Soul monks, and more Golden Core cultivators have disappeared..."
Jiang Ding looked at this information and fell into deep thought.
The Quagmire Demonic City is not a sect force, and the control over the monks in it is not strict. In fact, it is just a center for business and trade. Coupled with the chaos and murderous behavior of casual cultivators, it is very common for monks to disappear. Most of them The missing people are dead.
The remaining reasons are various, including falling into a trap, or simply changing identities, or leaving the Mire Demon City to develop elsewhere... There are various reasons, and it is very common for monks in the Mire Demon City to disappear.
However, in recent decades, too many have disappeared!
People in the Quagmire Demonic City are in panic, business has come to a standstill, and various taxes have been reduced.
As long as Jiang Ding was not blind, he would not ignore this situation.
"Is Blood Lake Bone Mountain crazy?"
"Come to my place and cause trouble."
Jiang Ding frowned.
There is actually no mystery about this matter, it was just the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain that did it.
They only desire a large number of living monks. In the past, this kind of thing happened in their territory, the territory of Jiuxiao Shen Lei Zhen Sect, and it is already known to everyone.
In the past, there was a tacit understanding between the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and the Mire Demon City, and they generally would not take action in the Mire Demon City.
After all, the True Master of the Quagmire is alone and alone. Once the pot is broken, he will attack the juniors of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain. He can make the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain pay several times or even dozens of times. The gain is completely outweighed by the loss.
This tacit understanding has been completely broken in recent decades.
"Damn it!"
"Old thief from Blood Lake, you go too far!"
Jiang Ding was furious.
"When I was young, your old man's clone beat me up. Now, although I am still young and a cub existing above Hedao, more than four thousand years have passed and you still bully me. ! ”
"Do you really want to die that much..."
The blood in Jiang Ding's eyes surged several feet, piercing the void and shattering the rules. The manic inner demon that had just been sealed rose up again, trying to engulf everything and kill everything.
He was almost out of control, and now he was about to burst out into the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, pull out the Blood Lake True Master, and chop him into dozens of pieces with his sword.
"Calm down!"
"The envoy of the Immortal Weapon Sect is there, it's not easy to take action now, calm down..."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
Needless to say, the sudden breaking of the tacit understanding at the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain must be related to the envoys of the Immortal Weapon Sect. For some reason, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain's demand for the souls and bodies of high-level monks has greatly increased.
Sure enough, the Immortal Weapon Sect and the Eight Immortal Sects came from the same origin. Although they have the word "xian" in their name and claim to be righteous, they are not at all what they claim to be.
None of them are good!
"The upper world is filthy."
"The upper world needs my cleaning. These insects are a complete scourge. The sentient beings in the world do not need them..."
Jiang Ding calmed down his heart.
He practiced silently and realized the slow qualitative change of the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" on his soul and flying sword. He spread the materialistic sun sword soul to suppress the inner demons that were born every moment like weeds in the lake of his heart.
He practiced quietly.
A few years later, a message came from the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhenzong.
Caishan Zhenzun, the envoy of the Immortal Artifact Sect, held a banquet in the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhenzong and invited fellow Taoists from the Thunder Flame Region to talk about mysteries and Taoism, the past and the present. He also invited fellow Taoists from all over the world to condescend to come.
(End of chapter)