Chapter 908 Xiudou’s inner demon
"It's the limit..."
"Only three years."
Jiang Ding sighed.
According to legend, it takes nine thousand years for the son of a true immortal to be conceived, nine thousand years to be born, and nine thousand years to reach adulthood.
I don’t know when I will reach such a state.
Not even close yet.
Now that the Golden Core cultivator is here, the next step is for the Nascent Soul to tear apart its afterbirth and appear between heaven and earth.
"Tear,"
"I tear, I tear, tear, tear..."
Jiang Ding's soul transformed into a small Nascent Soul, standing on the three-inch-long Taiqing Flying Sword, puffing up his cheeks, and using his two white hands to try harder, harder, and harder, trying to tear the sword's afterbirth and give birth. .
This process is not difficult, and most Nascent Soul cultivators can easily overcome it.
"Tear!"
"I tear..."
Jiang Ding felt like his face was turning blue.
However, the sword's afterbirth is stronger than divine gold and cannot be broken no matter how hard it is used. This afterbirth and the Taiqing Flying Sword are of the same origin, so the sword's edge cannot be used at all.
"Can't tear it off..."
Jiang Ding's face was depressed.
In this state of life, he was younger and more immature than ever before, as if he was back when he was very young, playing next to his mother.
"If you can't tear it off, you won't tear it off."
Jiang Ding's expression returned to calm.
Under danger, hundreds of years of experience take over and are no longer affected.
"Then, go out directly!"
call out!
Jiang Ding's body suddenly went numb, and a round golden elixir flew out from his forehead. The light was hot and bright. A small man and a small flying sword could be seen inside.
This golden elixir faces the dark clouds nine thousand kilometers in size in the sky, as dark as ink, dense with flashes of electric snakes.
Take the initiative to kill in the sky!
Boom!
At the moment when the golden elixir came out of the body, a terrifying blue-purple thunderbolt that clearly possessed the aura of becoming a god, like a sharp sword, took over the general trend of heaven and earth, and struck down from the sky, causing the expressions of many heavenly kings to change slightly.
"Golden elixir, no, Nascent Soul, take the initiative to face the catastrophe and kill!"
"This is too dangerous!"
"A serious violation of the taboo rules on transcending tribulations! Moreover, it is obvious that the heavenly tribulation will come only after the Nascent Soul is formed and after the inner demon tribulation. This is wrong..."
Lord Lei Sheng's eyes widened.
The Nascent Soul, especially the newborn Nascent Soul, is the most fragile. It often takes decades of warmth and nourishment before it can be separated from the body and take the body. Therefore, the newly born Nascent Soul monks often stay in seclusion for decades. This is almost a common practice. .
Now, this convention is broken!
An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and others also felt their hearts pinched.
The blue and purple thunder melted the space and fell silently, taking over the general trend of the world. It also carried the destructive will of the thunder to control the punishment of the world. It suddenly came, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, their whole body was stiff, and they could only draw their necks to be killed.
The golden elixir didn't care about his majesty, and faced the thunder in the sky and killed directly towards his lightning.
The two rays of blue, purple and golden light suddenly met!
Boom!
The world suddenly lit up!
The terrible sound of thunder spread in all directions, and the space was destroyed and dissolved layer by layer, which was enough to kill all the creatures in the world. The heaven and the earth were merciless, without love or hatred, and the abnormalities in the world were wiped out in the course of the rumble.
Click!
In the lightning of destruction, the vitality has not dissipated.
"What happened?"
Everyone held their breath and looked intently.
At a glance, the destructive lightning spider web was all over the golden afterbirth. With a crisp click, the afterbirth made of divine gold suddenly shattered into fragments of Venus that filled the sky, sputtering in all directions.
Among the stars in the sky, a Nascent Soul gradually emerged.
He was half the size of a palm, with white and tender skin and jet black hair. He looked exactly like Jiang Ding. He closed his eyes slightly and stood next to a blue and gold flying sword that was about the same height as himself.
The next moment, like a dream, Yuanying merged into the flying sword, no longer distinguishable from each other.
The Nascent Soul is the sword, and the sword is also the Nascent Soul.
If the sword is there, people will be there; if the sword is gone, people will surely die.
call out!
The Taiqing Flying Sword instantly returned to the dantian before the second catastrophe appeared.
The huge mana and Nascent Soul level spread in all directions, causing the skin and flesh of Jiang Ding's legal body to tremble, the bones to creak, and the mana in the meridians to run wildly, expelling pieces of dirty blood from the body.
This is under the influence of the Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul, the body is undergoing qualitative changes!
A qualitative change in the level of Nascent Soul!
This is also the fundamental reason why monks have a life span of 1,200 years and are called immortals on land.
The nature of life is changing, and the legal body is evolving rapidly and violently.
At the same time, Jiang Ding's eyes showed confusion.
"This is right, this is right!"
"After the transformation of mana and soul, there is a calamity of inner demons. Thousands of years of time are condensed into a moment. If you survive it, you will be able to meet the thunder calamity. If you cannot survive it, the soul will disappear, and the six hundred years of journey will be in vain..."
Lord Lei Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
If he continues to subvert like this, his Taoist heart will become turbulent and unstable. Thousands of years of research, things that rely on life, death, honor and disgrace, and the future path. Now the facts are revealed in front of him. If it is not like this, anyone can't help but be afraid.
……
A hazy gray fog appeared and dispersed, revealing the scene in Rongcheng's home.
"Dingding, it's time to eat!"
"The fried bacon with folded ears that you made yourself is still on the stove. Bring it over on the way." Lin Wanqiu brought a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes to the table, shouted loudly, and scolded her by the way: "Xiaoyuan, don't watch cartoons. Day after day, I do nothing but watch cartoons, and my grades are not good. I only got fifty-nine points this time..."
"Mom, you are wrong."
"I have something to do!"
Jiang Yuan was dissatisfied and shouted: "I bought the vegetables for lunch, and the tomatoes you just used are the leftovers from our lunch."
"Where are the results?"
Lin Wanqiu glared at her.
"Ah...this...this"
Jiang Yuan's arrogance disappeared in an instant, and he said: "Well... I read on the Internet that others said that the grades in elementary school are nothing and are misleading. The real grades will not appear until junior high school."
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"Mom, don't worry, I am a genius who was deceived by my real results. I will definitely skyrocket when I get to junior high school, with perfect scores in all subjects!"
She looked confident.
"Hmph! Soaring into the sky? Don't think I don't know..."
Lin Wanqiu snorted coldly.
"Eat, eat."
"Let's talk after eating. Mom, Xiaoyuan, the dishes are getting cold."
Jiang Ding came back with a plate of stir-fried bacon with folded ears and hurriedly settled the matter, otherwise today's meal would be a mess and no peace.
The family bickered at the dinner table from time to time, and talked about things about study and life.
"Ding Ding, were you injured while practicing your sword yesterday?"
Lin Wanqiu asked.
"Well, the minor injury has been bandaged."
Jiang Ding answered vaguely while eating. It was indeed a familiar and friendly taste that he had not tasted for a long time, which made him deeply addicted.
"Actually, learning and practicing swordsmanship don't have to be so hard."
Lin Wanqiu comforted him: "It's no good for a gangster like Xiao Yuan who plays in school every day, nor is it good for someone like you who practices swordplay crazily and studies. I know our family's martial arts talent. Just like that, we can't succeed anyway." Immortal cultivator.”
"Work harder, and you will be able to live a more relaxed life without worrying about food and clothing in the future."
"Anyway, it is said on TV and in books that high-level immortal cultivators also have a lot of troubles and are not very happy, just like us mortals."
"Yeah, mom makes sense."
Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.
"Then no sword practice is allowed tomorrow. It's okay to take a day off."
Lin Wanqiu said without any doubt.
"Well, okay."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ding agreed without refuting.
This made Lin Wanqiu very happy and gave him another dish.
After dinner, the family went for a walk and chatted with familiar neighbors they hadn't seen for many years. Everything was so novel and intoxicating.
The next day, Jiang Ding stopped practicing sword practice.
This is true on the third day, fourth day, and even a month.
Once people relax, it is easy to find excuses to persuade themselves and give up their efforts little by little. All kinds of excuses sound very reasonable.
After a few months, he gave up sword training completely.
In the transparent sky, a dark gaze flashed away.
In this way, Jiang Ding went to high school peacefully and graduated from high school. He did not enter the monastic department and entered a second-level university with general subjects. After graduation, he got married and had children, was filial to his elders, and lived happily.
Until the last moment of life.
Jiang Ding was still satisfied.
He looked at the children and grandchildren in the hall and said to his eldest son: "I have no regrets in my life. Although it is ordinary and ordinary, I spent it happily. With you, I have no regrets..."
"Dad! Grandpa!"
Beside the bed, a circle of dozens of children were crying, heartfelt and deeply emotional.
"It's strange to have no regrets..."
Jiang Ding dragged his old body and stood up slowly.
The children, children, and grandchildren around them all stared wide-eyed.
"That's weird."
"My friend, the inner demon, is this it?"
Old Man Jiang dragged the patient's body and stood on the hospital bed. He smiled slightly and seemed to have seen something very interesting: "Are you showing off your brain? My mother and sister are still in the secret realm of deep sleep. What can I do? Regret?”
"What are you doing to me?"
"Dad..."
Surrounded by children and grandchildren who were crying and crying, their expressions were stunned and their bodies were stiff.
"Who is your dad?"
"Are you worthy?"
Jiang Ding smiled and shook his head.
In the blink of an eye, the blue-gold sword energy bloomed, and a bloody streak appeared on the throats of countless figures, which slowly dissipated.
Bang!
The illusion shattered, revealing a dark sky.
In the dark sky, a demon spider stood tall and full of stars. Its eighteen pairs of deep compound eyes kept turning, staring here.
(End of chapter)