Chapter 1546 Three Swords
The grass dragon with a wingspan of several thousand meters fell into the starry sky.
There were a total of 2,627 wounds on his mountain-like body. The scales at the wounds were broken and the rules were cut off.
The famous immortal dragon body between the realms, the body of the immortal life rules did not show any signs of immortality. It became cold and lost all vitality.
In theory, this shouldn't be the case.
The vitality of monks who practice the rules of life is extremely tenacious and terrifying. Even if their bodies are smashed to pieces and turned into dregs, they can still be restored instantly. They cannot be destroyed by any means, let alone by weapons, fire, freezing... This is the body of a dragon, which has always been known for its sturdiness and immortality.
However, this kind of thing that is completely inconsistent with the theory of immortality happened like this.
The dragon body of the Grass Dragon God Lord was slashed by two thousand six hundred and twenty-seven swords. The last sword penetrated from the heart and pierced through the head, destroying all life.
His soul had already been chopped into pieces by the power of the sword soul, and not even a tiny particle of soul existed anymore.
Keng!
The twisted golden sword light flew from Caolong Shenjun's head, returned to the form of a three-foot flying sword, returned to the young man in green, and put it into the scabbard.
The sword comes out and the enemy dies!
"In the early stages of Hedao, it is indeed a bit weak..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
He reached out and made a move, and a piece of reverse scale fell off from the head of the Grass Dragon God Lord, flew towards him, and fell into his hand. It was dark green like jade, shining with the aura of the rules of life. He knew it was a valuable treasure at a glance.
This is the magic weapon stored by the Grass Dragon God.
Jiang Ding used his magic skills to create runes one after another, which fell onto the body of the Grass Dragon God Lord, shrunk them, and then put them into the storage jade pendant.
That's what the demon clan is good for.
Its body is the best treasure of heaven and earth, which can be used to refine elixirs, weapons, and raw materials for refining certain battleships. It can be said that the whole body is full of treasures. Unlike human monks, who mostly harvest magic weapons, they harvest mostly Right here.
"More money."
Jiang Ding was somewhat satisfied.
However, despite his current wealth, it is actually not enough.
Taiqing Flying Sword, the treasure of Hedao!
Once the process of refining the Taiqing Flying Sword begins, no amount of seventh-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures are enough, and mountains and seas are consumed, because it is necessary to cast a near-immortal-level foundation, or even to become an immortal foundation as the ultimate goal.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation battlefield shrank once again, and all kinds of fire, feng shui, and magic spells flickered within it, destroying all cause and effect and mana.
The starry sky returned to its original calm state without any changes.
……
Jiang Ding's escape light flashed and he set off again.
Following the guidance of the central array spirit computer, he went to one location after another and waited.
The fifth time, Lantern Small World, no.
The sixth time, the small world of swamp, no.
The seventh time, Yunwusha Xiaojie, this time it was a beautiful female cultivator from the Painted Skin Peak of the Demon God Sect.
She looked at the young man in green clothes in front of her in surprise.
"Brother Dairi Jianzi..."
"Long time no see."
The God of Painted Skin has a charming smile and captivates the soul. His body is surrounded by mountains and undulating peaks, exuding amazing charm: "How about my brother coming to my concubine's Painted Skin Peak as a guest?"
"I serve you as my master, and I will wait for you to be promoted to heaven and achieve great achievements like the ancient god ancestors."
"At that time, wouldn't it be great for you and me to be a couple of gods and immortals?"
Illusions also appeared around this woman, covering all directions, with figures forming a world.
In this world, there are scholars, courts, police officers, businessmen, farmers... all kinds of fireworks in the world, it seems that everyone is her, and everyone seems to be not her, it is very strange.
"The middle stage of Hedao."
Jiang Ding smiled slightly.
"Senior Painted Skin, I will give you three moves."
"There will be no changes in these three moves."
"If you can survive these three attacks... I will praise you and then give you another sword."
"Oh?"
The Painted Skin God was slightly stunned.
"The only difference is that the Painted Skin Summit is recognized as valuable. After all the guilty monks are executed, the Painted Skin Summit becomes one of the secondary civilizations of the Immortal Sect, and the ranking will be higher because you have proved its value."< br>
"I wonder what you think?"
Jiang Ding explained seriously.
"Three moves?"
"This is so funny, brother."
The Painted Skin God showed a funny look: "Little brother, if I wait for you to be promoted to Hedao in the future, it may be possible, but now? You should go back to Painted Skin Peak with me, I will treat my brother well..."
Buzz!
The terrifying sword spirit will descends. The will of this sword soul is domineering, destroying, extinguishing law, annihilating everything, suppressing the world, covering the entire starry sky, and no place is immune.
"This..."
The Painted Skin God could no longer laugh.
She felt cold in her heart and decisively turned around and fled.
In an instant, the illusory world around her collapsed. Billions of creatures in it, including merchants, farmers, emperors, policemen, vendors... and so on, all came to life and fled in all directions, sky and earth, surging like a tide. It seemed that every one of them was He is the Painted Skin God, and everyone seems to be one.
In fact, this is what it is.
This is the supreme secret technique of the Painted Skin Peak of the Demon God Sect, a hundred-generation reincarnation escape technique. As long as a phantom escapes, the Painted Skin God Lord will be able to escape in the end. Although it is inevitable that the mana will be greatly reduced, it will take thousands of years to restore it to the original state. Waiting for the secret of escape.
Even a cultivator at the peak of Hedao may not be able to kill her.
Keng!
Between the realms, the sound of swords can be heard.
Jiang Ding stood in the world of six paths of reincarnation.
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He looked at the countless figures in the starry sky, and slashed out a sword at random. With one sword shot, the sun rose in the east. After six reincarnations, three times and eighteen levels of acceleration, it turned into twelve thousand two hundred and eighty golden flying swords, forming a sword of light. Array comes to the world.
Twelve thousand, two hundred and eighty flying swords shuttled vertically and horizontally, slashing out hundreds of swords, thousands and tens of thousands of swords at the same time in an instant.
The sword energy was flowing freely, and the pressure of the sword of destruction filled the entire starry sky.
"Ah!"
"Excuse me, I'm just a scholar..."
"Please beg the immortal..."
Under the light of countless swords, one after another figures appeared vividly, as if they had fresh lives. Only the blood was scattered, the limbs were broken, and in the blink of an eye, all the figures in the entire area were swept away and destroyed.
There are billions of figures, no matter where they are, no matter what escape technique they use, not a single one can escape.
"The first sword."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
After billions of phantoms died, in an instant, endless black energy rose in the realm, turning into billions of ghosts and roaring with curses, making billions of sentient beings cry, howl, and resent.
"Why did you kill me?"
"My whole family..."
"Kill you, kill you..."
This is the cursed ghost!
They instantly penetrated the space, penetrated the rules, penetrated the protection of the sword energy and magic weapon, and had extremely strong penetrating properties. They instantly appeared in Jiang Ding's sword soul and gnawed at all the souls crazily.
Keng!
In the Materialist Sun Sword Soul, the sun shines brightly!
The scorching, destructive, law-killing sword light illuminates the entire sea of consciousness, destroying all living creatures, no matter how resentful, no matter how hateful, they are all washed away and turned into powder, extremely fragile and unable to resist at all.
This divine soul attack is too fragile for the sword cultivator, and there is no suspense.
"The second sword."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
His gaze penetrated tens of thousands of kilometers of galaxies and landed in a deep space that he tried his best to avoid and hide. His gaze was like the rays of the sun, shining clearly, revealing the figure of an enchanting female cultivator.
"Stop!"
"Sword, no, your highness the sword master, spare your life..."
The Lord Painted Skin turned pale, terrified, and begged: "I am willing to surrender, willing to be a slave, willing to obey your will, and build for you a great sect that surpasses the ancient Shinto in the past..."
"Please, Sword Master..."
She made many compromises for her life.
It's a pity that she was not born in the Nine Spirit Realm, otherwise she would not waste such time.
Keng!
The sun rises in the east, and after six reincarnations, it turns into a twisted golden dotted line, which is the prototype of the Gold-Destroying Sword. It is the swordsmanship that has been around for the longest time, accompanying the sword owner throughout his life.
This golden sword light cut through an illusory skin-film magic weapon and disappeared from the waist of the Painted Skin God Lord.
"The third sword."
Jiang Ding said quietly.
The beautiful face of the Painted Skin God was stiff as she begged.
Immediately, a golden sword light emerged from her waist, cutting her in half. The flesh and blood inside her body turned to ashes, and her soul was extinguished.
Only a tough humanoid skin remains.
It is blown and drifted by the ghostly wind in the realm.
(End of chapter)