Chapter 747: The speed of the flying sword is greatly accelerated
The pain is inextricably linked, appearing in the lake of the heart, and is suppressed by the sword of destruction, unable to affect the original heart.
The next moment, a picture appeared in front of Jiang Ding.
It is a scene of a boy practicing swordsmanship in Qianshui Village. He is eleven or twelve years old and underage. He logs into "Sword of the World" every day and practices the basic swordsmanship "Fish Killing Sword Technique" unique to Qianshui Village with systematic help. He works tirelessly and continuously. Until the end of the restricted play time for minors.
His dream is to enter the adult kendo department and become a handsome swordsman in TV and movies.
"This is good. The boy from the Immortal Sect has a new dream..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his eyes blurred.
Suddenly, he turned into this young man, practicing swordplay day and night, harboring immature dreams, being curious about everything, and completely forgetting his past two hundred years.
Keng!
The sound of the Taiqing flying sword.
"The sword will of Lieyang Spirit Iron remains..."
The impact was only slight, and Jiang Ding's eyes regained clarity.
A mortal's will is insignificant to a Golden Core cultivator, but after being precipitated by the Taixu Illusion Realm, and refined and purified by the Lieyang Spiritual Iron Factory No. 1, through various processes, it is enough to make most Nascent Soul cultivators become obsessed. Danger.
This is the future trouble of Lieyang Spirit Iron, and it is also the significance of the existence of Taiyin lineage relative to Great Sun lineage in Sun Moon Sword Pavilion.
"These... are nothing more than that."
Jiang Ding said indifferently.
His soul and sword intent were immersed in these remnants of the sword's will. Scenes passed before his eyes, including the boy's sword refining, the girl's guild fight, and the elderly amateur ninth-dan swordsman's pursuit of the sword's dream before his death...
And so on, it fell into his heart and confused him for a short time. Then it was ground and swallowed by the Taiqing Flying Sword and the Destruction Sword Intent. The Sword Intent and the Flying Sword grew to an extremely tiny point.
The rest of the month passed slowly.
Jiang Ding, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, with a restless murderous intention in his eyes. The sword of destruction faintly came out of his body, getting hotter and more manic, as if he wanted to choose people to devour, and watered the sword blade with the blood of the strong, filling his heart. Calm down.
"Not bad,"
"I'm still affected."
Jiang Ding had a headache and said: "No wonder the Great Sun Swordsmen of the past dynasties give people the impression that they are bloodthirsty and crazy, greedily wanting to kill any monk whose strength is worthy of respect within sight."
"I thought it was all prejudice and stereotypes."
"I didn't expect that this is part of their sword training."
"However, we don't need it. We are so strong, why do we need external blood to restrain ourselves? We can do it ourselves."
Jiang Ding comforted himself.
"This is normal."
"The sword itself is sharp, and it is natural that it is dangerous. Sun Moon Sword Pavilion's approach is safer, but the edge has been worn away and blunted. It is better to fight with a stick."
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Close your eyes and adjust your breath for a moment, restraining your manic murderous intention towards all living beings.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at the Taiqing Feijian in front of him.
The hot gold liquid formed by the Lieyang Spiritual Iron has been completely absorbed, leaving only a small amount of dark brown metal shell surrounding the sword body.
With a slight shock, the hard shell turned into powder and shattered into pieces.
Jiang Ding put it away and found a deep pit to seal and bury it.
This thing is quite dangerous.
If a Jindan monk comes here as a guest and accidentally touches it, his magic power will be contaminated and he will become possessed. The hard shell peeled off, and the red sword body was exposed, which was in a critical state that was easily refinable.
Jiang Ding did not dare to neglect, he took out No. 10 synthetic Geng gold and twenty tons of tungsten ore, and used the Sun Flame Crystal and Dyson Mirror Sword Domain to smelt it into a ball of fist-sized black gold liquid. The second prohibition of the Great Sun God, Tiangang, is engraved on the Qingfei Sword.
Mana and sword intent poured in, each stroke was extremely precise, far beyond the photolithography machine, and the forbidden lines were outlined bit by bit, giving the forbidden spirituality.
Jiang Ding blocked all external information and concentrated on it, motionless like a dead tree or stone.
Years passed slowly, and the last rune fell.
Buzz!
The Taiqing Flying Sword clanked and shone brightly. Two Tiangang restrictions emerged inside, shining brightly, and the aura of the Flying Sword increased.
After thirty-four years, the second Tiangang Restriction was completed!
"It's not easy, it's really not easy..."
Jiang Ding sighed.
A restriction is half the life of a qi-training monk.
The gap between high-level monks and low-level monks can be imagined. They are almost two completely different species.
No wonder high-level monks often regard low-level monks as ants. There is always a crop of ants being born and growing every year, and there is never a shortage of ants.
This is despite the fact that his refining speed is already very fast among Nascent Soul cultivators. An old Nascent Soul like Lord Divine Crow only needs an average of 200 years to refine a Tiangang Restriction. His talents, talents and resources are all. insufficient.
"Thirty-four years is too long."
"There are eighteen Tiangang prohibitions in the infant stage. One is a low-grade infant, six is a middle-grade infant, twelve is a top-grade infant, and eighteen is a top-grade infant."
"Eighteen Dao, thirty-four years, then it will take... six hundred and twelve years. This is the original speed, and it will exceed the estimate. Immortal cultivators fight, go to jail, and deal with government affairs. There are too many messy things to do all the time. As expected.”
"Now, with the Fierce Yang Spirit Iron..."
Jiang Ding did the math in his mind.
"Eight years."
"It only takes eight years for me to complete a Tiangang Restriction through sacrifice!"
"The efficiency is more than four times that of the original!"
"Tai Qing Feijian is as good as me. There is no bottleneck. That is, it takes a total of... one hundred and twenty-eight years to reach the peak of the infant!"
“It’s amazing!”
Jiang Ding was also shocked.
In just over a hundred years, it took the other Nascent Soul Lords thousands of years to sacrifice and refine the infant treasures, with ten times the efficiency, which is terrifying.
"In the mid-infant stage...there are still four Tiangang restrictions, which will take thirty-two years."
"Soon, our strength will be improved by then."
Jiang Ding nodded with satisfaction.
He took out ten Moon Creek Crystals and turned them into streams of ice mist covering the red Taiqing Flying Sword body. With a hissing sound, the sword body returned to its blue-gold color, becoming even stronger and sharper. floors.
Keng!
The Taiqing Feijian flew into the ground, broke out of the ground amidst the roaring sound, and once again transformed into the state of a sun god tree more than a thousand meters high. It swallowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun in a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers, repairing the damage caused during the sacrifice process. Sword body.
Jiang Ding closed his eyes.
While entering the state of cultivation, he used his spiritual consciousness to spread outward again, branching out into major kendo research threads and academic conference threads through the Immortal Sect network, and deeply participated in various research projects of the Immortal Sect.
Except for the first time he used the Fierce Yang Spirit Iron, he could multi-task at other times and never delayed the progress of all parties.
(End of chapter)