Chapter 1690 Puppet Civilization
A young man in green wandered silently between the upper realm and the middle area.
He did not contact anyone or participate in anything, and just wandered around the world like a ghost, quietly observing everything that happened in the world.
He walked through one central region after another, and experienced the different customs and cultures of the upper world.
Before we knew it, hundreds of years passed.
On this day, next to a river called Qianshan Middle Region, a young man in green was quietly watching the passing flowing water, and fell into a trance for a moment.
"The dead are like this..."
"So time is like this, how much time do I have?"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself, saying to himself.
He can live for a long time, and his life span has increased again after comprehending the prototype of the immortal arts and destroying the sword of time. Now he is easy to live for 100,000 years, and there is no problem at all.
However, will the Daozi of the Immortal Sect and the Holy Sons of the Immortal Clan wait for him in the Void Refining Realm for 100,000 years?
It must be impossible.
Perhaps Tianjian Jianzi is willing to wait for him.
This person should also long for a even-match swordsman, and also long for a refreshing sacred sword fight.
It is completely impossible for other Dharma practitioners to practice Taoism.
They will only practice step by step until they reach their limits, throw a sad look into the story of the true fairy who is almost invisible and only exists in the legendary legend, and then advance to Hedao step by step.
The Daozi of the Immortal Sect at the Hedao level is enough to kill him now.
This is the sorrow of kendo, and the opponent will not wait forever.
But, what can we do?
Now he cannot affect the battlefield of the Immortal Sect.
I can only wait, wait, wait for the fighter plane to appear.
Or, fighter opportunities never appear, and all the immortal sects and immortal saints are promoted to Hedao peacefully.
This possibility not only exists, but is also very large.
"If this is the case..."
"God has not favored me, so I can only face reality."
Jiang Ding was helpless and fragile as if he was a child. He was even about to sob and said sadly: "I can only be promoted to Hedao and then continue to wait for the opportunity."
"If there is no chance in the Tao, then the heavenly beings. If there is no chance in the heavenly beings, then the heavenly beings are above the heavenly beings!"
"If a hundred thousand years of waiting cannot be exchanged for the sacred sword fight of the Taoist sons of the Immortal Sect, then it will be twenty-hundred thousand years, fifty thousand years, one million years!"
"One day, I will definitely reach the first threshold of the immortality."
One day, one day, the purpose will be achieved.
As long as you don't die in battle, the purpose will definitely be achieved.
However, if the dreams when I was young were realized by people who became adults, is that still a dream?
Can the existence of near immortals make up for the incomplete foundation of youth?
If you don’t take advantage of the best opportunity to lay your foundation for youth, can all the resources and opportunities in a vast world take a near immortal existence to go further and achieve the foundation of a true fairy?
Jiang Ding's heart was filled with sour emotions and gradually disappeared.
Many complex emotions gradually calmed down.
Jiang Ding's mind continued to put on the endless stream in front of him, staring at these water flows that will never come back. Through the surface of matter and spiritual energy, he saw deeper rules and deeper rules.
These rules are more perfect than the lower realm and have a more beautiful structure, which has a strong reference effect on his sword path and the path of the immortal gate.
This is also an important reason why the strong people in the upper world emerge in many places, and the environment is really superior.
In such enlightenment, Jiang Ding's rules of the six paths of the sun gradually strengthened, the foundation of the body was slowly compensated, and the defects of the lower realm were slowly disappearing.
The flying sword in the sword soul became more and more sharp and cold, and he longed for the enemy lonely.
Jiang Ding stayed in the central area of Thousand Mountains for decades, and then continued to travel to the new realm, seeing all the mountains and rivers of the upper realm, but did not take a spirit stone, absorb a trace of spiritual energy, and be contaminated with a trace of cause and effect. With the suppression of the treasure of Zhenyun, even the strongest may not be able to calculate his traces.
Jiang Ding walked into the boundary wall and entered a brand new central domain without triggering any celestial phenomena.
This is a brand new boundary, with blue sky, blue water, green plants everywhere, mountains, rivers and rivers, and there is no difference from the central area of Thousand Mountains.
The only difference...
Jiang Ding looked up.
In the distance, a straight rolling black smoke rose, its color was like ink, rolling, very much like the steam black iron era in the ancient times.
But in the black smoke, it was not cinder and dust, but the resentment of the creatures.
The huge pillars of hundreds of miles are filled with amazing resentment, including children, adults, old men, humans, demons, and even ghosts.
There was so much resentment, so strong that it was hard to believe what they had encountered during their lifetime.
This pillar of black smoke resentment is one of the pillars of resentment every tens of thousands of square kilometers, rising straight up and flying towards an unknown existence in the sky without any impact.
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Black Iron II Jiu Domain.
This is the name of this central domain.
Its name is the purpose, and it produces a large number of various first to eighth-level spiritual irons. There is no name that cannot be avoided by the name of "Changhe Sword Domain" and "Qianshan Domain" that can inevitably express some spiritual emotions. It is a number. The size of the number is related to the output types and discovery of this central domain. There is a set of fixed naming methods.
This central domain belongs to the Immortal Artifact Sect.
"Will this be a puppet civilization?..."
Jiang Ding thought silently.
He walked slowly, through the streams and valleys, and came to a village, pausing his footsteps.
This is the first time in the upper world.
For many tens of thousands of years, his footsteps were once again stopped by the mortals outside the Immortal Sect, standing quietly in place, not knowing what he was thinking.
This is a mortal village.
There are only men and girls under the age of sixteen in this village.
In the village ancestral hall, there is a tree of flesh and blood, a tree of flesh and blood, and there are many cracks of flesh and blood on the trunk. Water flows from time to time, densely distributed throughout the trunk.
Looking up from the roots of the tree, the trunks are divided into branches, and branches are hanging down the heads of women at the top of the branches. Some are aging and have deep wrinkles, and some are young, just sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth.
On some empty branches, there are some shriveled heads, swaying in the wind.
"Son..."
"Dad, I'm thirsty..."
"Mr...."
The women in these branches wailed at the villagers who walked here from time to time.
These villagers rarely pay attention to these people. From time to time, men come over, and from time to time, people take out tree fruits and potatoes from under the tree and take them home. This is their future child.
Their daily work is to line up in neat queues and dig spiritual mines into mines one by one. Each one is as powerful as a bull. Each person is comparable to a bulldozer. His strength is almost no different from that of a congenital warrior. He has half an hour of rest every day.
If this lasts for ten years, they will come to the tree of flesh and blood again and fall into a mud, and the flesh and blood will turn into slurry.
Whenever this happens, another person will come over, collect a tree fruit from under the tree, take it home to raise it for half a month, and then replace the dead miner.
The village population has always been maintained at a suitable number, not one more, not one more.
This cycle.
The only exception is some tree fruits with excellent spiritual roots. They will be carefully cultivated by the Flesh Tree, and then collected by some stronger villagers. They will be raised for sixteen years, waiting for the people in the town to pick up these children with excellent spiritual roots and take them to unknown places.
(This chapter ends)