Chapter 953 A new human monarch is born in Beiyuan
In the fierce wind, Jiang Ding was flying in the sky with his invisible figure.
From time to time, birds and white clouds would fly in front of him and pass over him, without disturbing him at all, they would just pass through, as if they were not in the same world.
"This world... is special."
Jiang Ding thought coldly in his heart.
"Completely different from any small world where Xianmen is located."
"There are so many anomalies."
"Immortal skills, Shuoyang Tianjun, the True Monarch of Great Love, and Han Lin...he is nothing. Everyone has their own secrets and opportunities. It's not surprising."
"There is also a Blood Spirit Holy Body, Daozi's talent, although it is far from being compared with the real Daozi, the training is too poor."
"So many special features, so many coincidences, there must be something hidden."
"I have to be more cautious."
Jiang Ding silently evaluated his own strength without any arrogance or arrogance.
"I should be able to win, a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god."
"As long as it is not too extreme, such as the middle stage of Daozi's transformation into gods, and the middle stage of inheritance disciple's transformation into gods."
"You can win in the middle stage of becoming a god, but whether you can kill him or not depends on the situation and is not certain."
"A monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation should be able to win, but the possibility of killing him is very small."
"Not counting the Ten Thousand Spider Heavenly Lord, he is a useless person. He doesn't even have a fifth-level formation. He doesn't understand the Golden Cause and Effect Technique at all. It was completely obtained through initiation.
"He also has many weaknesses within his own body and soul. He has swallowed too many bloodline descendants and is in a mess."
"If you are slightly aroused by the power of the distortion of the sun, you are a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."
"As for encountering monks at the peak of God Transformation, as well as monks between the peak of Soul Transformation and Lianxu... I'll run for my life quickly, don't think about these things."
"The distance between the peak of God Transformation and Lianxu is wider than the solar system. If it develops normally, even if I advance to the stage of God Transformation, I will still be an ant in front of those eight Lianxu, and escape will still be impossible."
Jiang Ding knows a lot about himself and doesn't think he is invincible.
He looked at the sky and the earth in all directions.
Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and clouds passed before our eyes, as well as birds and beasts on the earth, humans, and various monsters and monsters.
A scene full of vitality and growth of all things.
"This is my place of order and restraint!"
"The whole North Plains is."
Jiang Ding whispered: "After the death of Ten Thousand Spiders, the immortal orthodoxy of the entire Beiyuan was automatically transferred to my head, and everything belongs to me!"
"...The Ice Heavenly Lord of the Western Desert is really unworthy of a human being. He came to my home, invaded my territory, humiliated me, bullied me, and killed my subordinates."
"Sure enough, the trolls are all a bunch of wolf-hearted people."
"By the way, there is also the Kiyama Tie family. I can't do anything to you now, but the fifth-level spiritual veins there belong to me!"
"Wait, when I am free, I will directly cut off all the spiritual veins outside the Kiyama Tie family, and bring them to the Six Paths Sect, so that the fifth-level spiritual veins can be restored here."
"Even if I don't use it, I will use it to grow flowers and grass. It will make you mad..."
The white light transmitted through space flashes continuously.
These teleportation arrays at the Nascent Soul level are no longer convenient. They need to be teleported multiple times during a trip. They are not suitable for the God Transformation level. Teleportation arrays of a higher standard need to be rebuilt.
Jiang Ding plans to open the old teleportation array and use it for the circulation of materials and people throughout Beiyuan, so as to boost the economy, increase tax revenue, and develop agriculture, weapon refining industry, alchemy industry, etc.
“These are steady streams of income.”
"If I regain the entire Northern Plains, how much tax revenue will I get in a year?"
Jiang Ding said expectantly.
After some time, Jiang Ding returned to the Six Paths Sect again. He did not disturb anyone, and his consciousness swept across all directions. Han Lin was still happily selecting natural materials and treasures in the secret warehouse. Occasionally he saw messy places and took the initiative to sort them out.
Zhenjun Yin Dao and others did not dare to practice, and their spiritual consciousness was always scanning the inside and outside of the sect, supervising the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Six Paths Sect who had committed crimes to prevent them from causing chaos.
As for the Dainichi Sect monks and the Tushan Maid Group who are still on the way, their speed is too slow, even with the help of the already opened teleportation array.
Especially for the Tushan maid group, the previous order was to lurk at the highest level. The maids were scattered in all directions, and it was very troublesome to gather them in a short time.
Jiang Ding ignored them and walked straight to the highest peak.
The Yuanci aura here is getting stronger and stronger, and gradually reveals some aura of Yuanci forbidden magic. Many monks in the Qi training period have completely lost the ability to cast spells in this environment, and their spiritual consciousness has become ineffective, and they are very frightened. But he didn't dare to leave.
After losing the seal, Yin Yang Yuanci Jueling Mountain is recovering.
The top of the mountain,
A pitch-black palace came into view. The entire palace was made of a fourth-grade top-grade spiritual material called black magic gold. It was solid and immortal and could last for thousands of years without any damage.
This is the important place of the Six Paths Sect. It is a palace that was refined by the Six Paths Patriarch tens of thousands of years ago. It has been passed down to this palace, majestic and luxurious.
Jiang Ding walked into the deep palace.
On the ninety-nine steps, a tall Dark Lord's Throne stands.
In the sky above the throne, there are six vortexes of different colors, filled with chaotic energy, constantly rotating, emitting the auras of the human world, the heavenly world, the Shura world, the hell world, the evil ghost world, and the animal world.
There is a huge attraction coming from the six whirlpools, as if it can absorb the monk's soul, put it into it, and torture it for countless years.
The most important treasure of the Six Paths Sect, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Palace!
There is inheritance here, the inheritance of the Six Paths Sect, and only the inheritance disciples of the Six Paths Sect can get close. If it is an outsider, the soul will be dragged into the soul in an instant, reincarnated and sinking, and become one of the hundreds of millions of ghost servants.
"The name is too grand, it's just a fifth-level baby."
Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.
His divine consciousness and sword intent poured into the palace, and regardless of the divine consciousness imprint left by Ten Thousand Spiders, he forcibly destroyed it, leaving his own divine imprint.
"From now on, let's call it the Black Devil Palace. It matches your architectural style."
Buzz!
The palace buzzed, indicating recognition that there was a certain spirituality.
"That's it."
"This place will once again become the center of immortality in Beiyuan."
Jiang Ding sat on the Dark Lord's throne.
He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and there were six paths behind him that were alternately reincarnating and circulating. Silks of smoke spread in the palace, exuding an unpredictable aura.
He closed his eyes slightly and fell into practice.
Six months later.
A brief practice, a practice that omitted many meridian nodes, slowly ended. The mana in the Dantian increased by an insignificant amount, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding world slowly calmed down.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes.
In front of him, there was a crowd of people kneeling down in darkness, each with a stern bearing and powerful aura. Each one of them was at least a genius among tens of millions of people, and the True Lord of Nascent Soul among monks.
A cultivator at the peak of Golden Core has no qualifications to enter this palace.
"Bye,"
"Greetings, my lord!"
"Bye bye, Jianzi!"
"Greetings, Lord Tushan!"
The people around him came from the righteous path, the demonic path, and the casual cultivators. They came from all over the place and gathered almost all the Nascent Soul Lords of the human race in Beiyuan.
They respectfully and sincerely kowtowed to their monarch, the newly born Heavenly Lord of the human race, and worshiped without any of the usual infighting and chaos of the human race, and their voices were extremely neat.
Their loud singing spread across hundreds of miles, driving away the dark clouds and allowing beams of light to appear again in the dark northern sky.
(End of chapter)