Chapter 1396 Fellow Daoist Blood Lake, I have been waiting for you for thirty years
While Jiang Ding practiced silently, refined the flying sword, participated in various scientific researches on the immortal ways of the Immortal Sect, and deduced the rudimentary swordsmanship of his five great immortal arts, Observe the development of Thunder Flame Domain.
Another thirty years later.
On this day, the envoy of the Immortal Weapon Sect completed the thousand-year taxation of the Thunder Flame Territory and entered the Golden Sea Territory under the farewell of the two major Zhenzong Lianxu.
Accompanying the envoys of the Immortal Weapon Sect were the Taoist soldiers from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhen Sect and the Blood Lake Bone Mountain.
Not only the Taoist soldiers of these two great sects, but also the Taoist soldiers of several nearby realms were also recruited, and they moved towards the Jinhai area together. Many immortal armies marched in such a mighty manner, their momentum and pressure were astonishing, and the news could not be concealed at all.
"It's really different treatment,"
"Shuoyang Tianjun... No, Shuoyang Zhenzhen and the others are in trouble."
Jiang Ding gloated.
The Blood Lake Corpse Mountain side has been fighting again and again. The war has lasted for thousands of years. The Immortal Weapon Sect always warned again and again, but never really took action.
However, as soon as Shuoyang Zhenzun and others from the Jinguang Sect started to subvert the order, they were immediately suppressed by thunder. Jinguangzong's surrender bribe was of no use at all.
The envoy of the Immortal Weapon Sect completely ignored it.
"It doesn't matter if these people are dead, they are clean."
"Since the messenger of the Immortal Weapon Sect has left and the Immortal Weapon Sect's eyes have temporarily left here, then..."
< br>Jiang Ding slowly stood up.
Finally, the blazing white color in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and it shot out through his pupils, with blazing white flames burning in his pupils, melting the space, and distorting the rules of heaven.
"The Blood Lake True Master!"
"More than four thousand years ago, your clone beat me."
"More than thirty years ago, you were with me They burned, killed and looted the land, plundered the souls and flesh of many Nascent Soul Golden Pill cultivators, and humiliated me..."
"I am a tolerant and kind person."
"Therefore, I decide to grant you a generous death."
Boom!
The green palace made a sound of air explosions that shattered space and rules. An old man with gray-green hair disappeared. The strong wind caused the palace to tilt around, frightening many of the mire demon city god monks who guarded the palace. Incessantly.
......
Jiang Ding's concealment was fully activated, flying at high speed in the sky, flickering once or twice from time to time, teleporting to a distant place.
When he was really in a fighting state, his inner lake became completely peaceful.
The inner demon was roaring crazily, but it couldn't affect him.
Just a few hours later, with the help of the pre-laid teleportation array, Jiang Ding had passed through the long land of Thunder Flame Territory and arrived outside the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.
This is a lake similar to the sea, stretching thousands of kilometers across, with surging blood and bones and zombies rolling up from time to time.
The dark clouds in the sky are formed by the accumulation of countless evil spirits.
What is at the end is a terrifying demonic mountain gate, a place where no living beings are allowed. The legendary hell may not be as cruel as human beings inflict cruelty on their own kind.
"According to the rules, the envoys of the Immortal Sect leave the territory, and the leader of the Zhen Sect must bid farewell."
"The True Lord of Blood Lake must be near the boundary wall now."
Jiang There was definitely no need to set up any formations. He just stood near the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and waited silently. The Materialistic Sun Sword Soul probed all directions, waiting for the arrival of his old friend from four thousand years ago.
Under the sword soul, no concealment or escape techniques can be used, and the lock of the sword soul on living beings is far beyond the scope of the spiritual consciousness of the monks. This is the characteristic of the sword cultivation path. .
"Should True Lord Blood Lake return to the sect directly, or should he ignore the prohibition and directly fight with True Lord Wan Lei?"
"I'm looking forward to his choice."
"No matter what he chooses, Blood Fellow Taoist Hu, please don't get hurt, don't let a ripe fruit rot mostly, it will make me angry..."
Jiang Ding thought quietly.
At this moment, his patience was terrifyingly strong. The more the inner demons roared and rolled endlessly, inducing him to do all kinds of crazy things, the more rational he became.
He even enjoyed this moment of waiting, and his inner demons could not interfere with him at all. On the contrary, at this moment, the terrible inner demon brought about by sword refining was his help.
A hotter sword soul, a more rational and cold heart, this is the opportunity brought to him by the inner demon.
As long as the opponent is killed in the end, there will be no consequences.
One year, two years, three years, ten years...
During this period, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain was peaceful. Two cultivators who were in the early stage of Void Refining in the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain returned, but they did not cause any disturbance, just as they had returned to the sect countless times for tens of thousands of years.
Only the strongest Blood Lake Ancestor is the target.
Jiang Ding stood on the blood lake, hidden in the deepest layer of space, like a stone, a drop of water, like a dead thing. He has not moved once in ten years, has not practiced any time, and has not done anything. Breath of life.
In this state, even another Sword Soul Sword Cultivator could not find him at all.
Time is like running water, and before we know it, it’s been another twenty years.
This period of time is enough for a baby to become a middle-aged person with a strong family background, his outlook on life and values begin to mature, and he becomes the backbone of society.
The Blood Lake Corpse Mountain has a new group of disciples. Hundreds of thousands of talented people have gathered from all over the place, and are thrown into the blood prison to catch and fight. Only the last hundred people can become the true disciples of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain. .
The dead people are not a waste, they will become highly qualified ghosts and zombies, adding a subtle background to the blood lake.
All these things are operating normally.
Everything in this demonic sect is normal, just like countless days and nights in the past 100,000 years, without any surprise.
At a certain moment,
Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked into the distance with his pupils burning with white flames.
There, a bloody light with a bloody aura flying into the sky was flying towards the blood lake. It was heavy with pressure and full of evil intent, like the Lord of billions of vampires and the Demon King of Hell.
He flew here fair and square.
This is his sect, the place where he has meditated for tens of thousands of years. There is no reason to hide.
True Master of Blood Lake!
At this moment, extremely subtle changes occurred in the space on tens of thousands of kilometers of land, and the human world was covered in it. The changes were so subtle that even the Void Refining monks could not detect them.
"Wan Lei is very cunning and returned to the sect immediately."
"The sect's formation is a threat. I must destroy the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhen Sect within hundreds of years. Obtaining enough blood puppets, including refining living puppets, the people above do not have much patience, and they can also be used in the mire. Once he borrows that magic weapon, there is no way he can escape again..."
Blood Lake Many thoughts arise and die in the ancestor’s mind.
He completely ignored the warning from the envoy of the Immortal Weapon Sect. At this juncture when he was at the peak of void refining and his life span was only five to six thousand years at most, nothing could stop his ambition.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
“Who?”
“Who?!”
The Blood Lake Ancestor shouted sharply.
His killing intent was cold and he stared straight ahead.
The Zongmen Blood Lake, which is tens of thousands of kilometers around, is right in front of us. At this time, it is unknowingly infinitely far away, as if it is nine days away and can no longer be seen.
Among them, the figure of a young man in green became increasingly clear.
"Blood Lake,"
"Where have you been?"
The young man in green said softly and slowly: "I have been waiting for you for thirty years, and I have done nothing in these thirty years. I just waited for you. This is the first time I have waited for someone for so long."
"What have you been busy with recently?"
He asked in a casual conversation, like an acquaintance chatting on the roadside.
(End of this chapter)