Chapter 1691 A Supreme Being Destined to Death
In this village, countless mortals and countless cultivators of this Immortal Artifact Sect live like this.
The woman became a tree of flesh and blood, and reproduced efficiently. The man mined and farmed for the Immortal Vessel Sect. After ten years, he once again nourished the earth and provided resentment.
All this does not require any spiritual investment and can continue.
While cruelly suppressing creatures, the Immortal Artifact Sect also pays special attention to nature and harmony.
All production and all smelting are completely in line with the laws of nature and will never fish in the water. The black smoke of resentment is collected and used as refining materials. It will never pollute the environment, turn the sky into gray, and let the earth flow through sewage, smell everywhere, and extinction of creatures.
This land is so rich.
This sky is so clear and clean.
The environment of this place called Hei Iron Erjiu Domain is getting better, the spiritual vein level is increasing extremely slowly, and the future is unlimited, and it is even approaching the upward domain.
Everything seems to be beautiful.
"Heavenly!"
"Heavenly, heavenly…"
Jiang Ding stared at the sky and said coldly: "The Immortal Artifact Sect has the Heavenly Blessings, the Heavenly Blessings of the Great World Consciousness. This is really enviable, it is really admirable..."
"Immortal Artifact Sect."
"What a good high-efficiency civilization..."
Jiang Ding said lightly.
In this world, which one is important, the way of heaven or the way of humanity?
Various reasons and various debates have been repeatedly debated in the history of the Immortal Way, including "Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs", "My life is from me, not from heaven", and "Heaven's way is from the Lord"...
However, hundreds of millions of human strong men know an unquestionable fact.
That is, no matter how the endless universe develops, humanity must exist and must prosper!
"Hehe!"
"Just a pig or a dog."
"Provoke the dignity of the endless starry sky overlord race, so crazy and evil people, the way to die..."
Jiang Ding looked at the center of the Great World and the center of the upper domain. He seemed to see an endless dark figure with flesh and blood and gears.
The head of this figure was so shaky that it seemed to be taken off the next moment.
This figure is so powerful.
His destiny is so certain.
Invisible and terrifying bad luck is shrouding it, and the subconscious hostility of almost all the strong men of an endless starry sky overlord race is shrouded in. On a certain time scale, the fate of death is almost destined.
Even a fairy-refining cultivator can see this path of fate clearly.
"Waiting for me,"
"Don't die, die at the hands of others..."
Jiang is looking forward to it regularly.
He withdrew all his gaze, left the village, continued to travel in the upper realm, gained his knowledge, and silently accumulated his foundation in the immortal path.
Before we knew it, hundreds of years have passed.
Jiang Ding did not disturb any cause and effect, and did not do anything unnecessary. He carefully observed many large and small sects of the Immortal Artifact Sect.
He saw the centipede walking through the earth, breaking through the peaks and the earth, tearing down all the flesh and blood of all living beings and grinding them into powder and sprinkling them on the earth.
This is the unique magic weapon of the Immortal Artifact Sect, "Twelve-wheeled Farming Centipede Nine Seven Three"
It travels through the earth, but it is not destroying it, but sowing and planting the various spiritual medicines needed for the Immortal Artifact Sect, waiting for harvesting in tens of thousands of years.
The twelve rounds of farming centipedes are ploughed, and then various smaller rounds of farming centipedes come down from it, continuously and densely intensively to ensure that the survival rate of the elixirs in the farmlands in this mountain, river, land and farmland reaches more than 95%.
If these farming centipedes go deep into their bodies, they will find that they are made up of magic weapons with flesh and blood. These are living human creatures. Occasionally, monsters are filled with special structures, but they are mainly human creatures, because the plasticity of this race is too strong.
These human creatures have become part of the magic weapon, driving this powerful farming creature to act.
They are alive, their souls are concentrated in the heart of the farming centipede, trapped in various pasts, and occasionally make various actions according to the requirements of the flesh and blood gear, in conjunction with the driving of this huge farming magic weapon.
On this day, Jiang Ding came to a sect called White Bone Sect Two Ones.
This sect practices white bone-like martial arts, and cultivates its bones into various powerful magic weapons. The strongest sect is a God of Hedao.
Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness touched the Sutra Library of this sect and began to contact and collect the inheritance of this sect to accumulate data for possible future battles. He read quietly, ignoring anything.
Until this day.
In the distance, two sneaky God of Hedao came here. They cooperated with each other and instantly controlled the God of Hedao of Erjiu of the White Bone Sect.
It took them several years to completely control this sect.
"Greetings, Heavenly Lord!"
The God of Hedao, who looked like a white-faced middle-aged monk, paid a careful salute in one direction.
His body remained motionless.
Everything is quiet.
I don't know how long it took.
"Meet,"
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"Heavenly Lord!"
The white-faced God of Hedao changed direction and saluted respectfully.
No response.
Repeat, repeat.
"The time has not come."
After this lasted for several years, the white-faced god showed a hint of disappointment and said angrily: "It's you, you damn cowhide insect!"
"Meet,"
"Uncle Master!"
Another young god with dark skin didn't care about his ridicule and saluted respectfully in one direction.
No response.
"Meet the uncle!"
After a moment, he changed direction.
This has been repeated for several years, without any results, and everything is quiet.
The two of them have been doing these weird things like this, and they have been going on for decades, but they still have no gains.
"No."
"This place is not."
The White-Faced God sighed, took out a jade slip and marked it, and walked out.
Behind him was the young man with dark skin, and at this moment he couldn't help it: "Is your calculation technique good? I have been with you for thousands of years, and I have changed countless places over the past few thousand years, and I have never succeeded."
"Or, you, a demon cultivator, have been pretending to be a god and teasing me?"
At the end of the day, his tone became a little cold.
Except in front of that person, he has never been a person who can be bullied at will. As long as he is not stronger than him or has a close strength, he will have to pay the price.
——Of course, the person next to him has a close strength, so this is just a simple scare.
"If you are impatient,"
"Then get out!"
"Is it that I asked you to come?"
The White-Faced God ignored him and walked straight out.
"Hmph! If not..."
The young man with a dark complexion had no expression on his face and quickly followed.
The two of them gradually disappeared from the White Bone Sect, flew into the distance, continuing to find the next place, and continuing their journey of pretending to be a ghost.
Behind them, in the endless darkness where all the light was swallowed up, a pair of scarlet and hot pupils were quietly watching.
(This chapter ends)