Chapter 971 The young star is growing
"Don't use your so-called swordsmanship to show your shame."
Jiang Ding was walking in the dazzling sword field of destruction.
The surrounding space is hazy, the sun is shattering and the sword intent covers all directions. The heat wave is steaming. The temperature has reached tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, which is enough to turn any carbon-based living thing into coke and ashes. It has begun to take on the appearance of one ten thousandth of the real sun.
It should be noted that the temperature in the core of the sun is only 20 million degrees Celsius.
To say that it is a star in its infancy and growing is not an exaggerated term.
"I'm really showing off my embarrassment."
Xu Yan fell back while vomiting blood, stopped with his sword, stood still in the void, and said in a low voice.
He knew that his more than two thousand years of solo exploration and the arrogant idea of blazing a path to the heavens alone for refining the void were all a fantasy.
At this time, let alone being promoted to Lianxu through this path, even a Nascent Soul-stage Dairi Jianzi could not defeat him and was brutally and directly crushed.
This road has failed.
Exploring alone, with at most the participation of some incompetent descendants of the Xu family, the final result is a balloon full of loopholes, which can explode with just a flick.
It’s not that he lacks talent or talent.
But it is too difficult to carve out a path alone!
No matter how talented people are, there is no orderly inheritance from predecessors, no outside assistance, and no joint efforts and mutual encouragement from a large number of fellow Taoists.
This kind of opening up a road is simply impossible to accomplish!
A casual cultivator, no matter how talented or talented a person is, cannot do it alone.
Buzz!
Buzz!
In the void, the space evaporates like water waves, hazy, and a steel fortress full of mottled marks slowly emerges, spreading out circles of ripple-like formations, connecting True Lord Tianfang, True Lord Noble King, and The air-space mothership of Zhenjun Jianian and others was shrouded in air-space fighters.
The atmosphere of the huge military formation gradually formed one.
"Xu Yan,"
"Is this the real you?"
Jiang Ding looked more solemn and looked at the starry sky fortress modeled two thousand years ago by the Immortal Sect.
This is a mottled, rusty steel fortress, tens of kilometers in size, and its entire body is made of some kind of silver-gray metal.
Some places on the fortress are pavilions and pavilions that are clearly in the shape of the Eight Immortal Sects, which are somewhat inconsistent with the modern technological style of the Immortal Sect. The aura is the same, chaotic, powerful, and crazy.
How to describe it?
This starry sky fortress does not have the technological beauty of the Xianmen Starry Sky Fortress, where power and beauty are integrated into one core.
This starry sky fortress is like a small private car workshop. All kinds of cool things are added to the car, such as wind wings, nitrogen accelerators, anti-aircraft machine guns and other super-standard things, completely ignoring the original design of the car. Indicators, crazy stacking of various performances and equipment.
Some of the things transformed by this kind of small workshop look quite cool, and they actually have what they seem to be.
At this time, the mottled and chaotic steel fortress was surrounded by aerospace carriers, aerospace battleships, and aerospace fighter jets that were just as messy as it, with different models, different productions, and different formations.
The number of these fighter planes and battleships is as high as millions. The fighter planes and battleships are densely packed and spread out within a thousand miles. Various formations are connected and chaos is filled.
Its overall aura keeps getting stronger and stronger.
The power of the military formation broke through the limit of the middle stage of divine transformation almost instantly, and approached the late stage of divine transformation. It did not stop and continued to approach the peak of divine transformation.
Heavy pressure spread across the sky and the earth, making all living creatures unable to breathe.
This is the military formation of the Immortal Sect!
The foundation of the realm’s overlord!
Even the backward version two thousand years ago can instantly make a mid-stage god-transformation monk have a major breakthrough in strength, which is completely different from that ridiculous magic sword skill.
“Not bad!”
"Not bad, not bad!"
Jiang Ding read it carefully, clasped his hands and said in admiration: "Xu Yan, your appearance reminds me of the peasant uprising army that has been submerged in the long river of history."
"A messy patchwork, a little collected here, a few picked up there, a huge number of people, a command like a grassroots team, and random quality of soldiers."
"You are very similar to them, very similar."
he sighed.
"I don't want to see this kind of wonder after the Immortal Sect has entered the galaxy for more than ten thousand years."
“It’s really breathtaking.”
“Amazing!”
"Hahaha, what's the point of going around so much?"
The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord blasted out a cannon, shattering a large area of formations. He was still in the mood to pay attention to the battlefield here. He laughed loudly when he heard this: "Just tell him directly and ask him where he found so many tattered beggar clothes. Isn’t it over? “Senior, it’s not good to be too direct.”
"It should be noted that we are all serious scholars with doctorate degrees."
Jiang Ding said seriously.
"Hahaha..."
"Scholars! We are all scholars!"
The Pingyang Heavenly Lord, the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord, the Sun-Nying Heavenly Lord and others laughed wildly, and the sound was rolling, wanton and arrogant, spreading tens of thousands of miles around.
"You are seeking death!"
Xu Yan's eyes were scarlet red and he was crazy with hatred.
Indeed, his fleet is too messy.
There are a few battleships from the 2,000-year-old version of Xianmen, and some low-end and then low-end warships produced by Xu Jie;
There are also warship-shaped buildings commissioned to be built by the Shangqing Lingbao Sect at high prices, which are also low-end versions of the Xian Sect;
There are also juniors from the Xu and Wang families walking in the realm, who captured and transformed the enemy's traveling flying boat magic weapon.
In this way, after thousands of years of hard work and little effort, this military formation was finally restored.
The strength of the realm-level complete shipbuilding industry is not something that a small realm-level family force can count on. This is the immortal industry capability exclusive to the realm overlord, which is much inferior to the military formations and heavy weapons of the eight immortal sects. So true.
Although those powerful military weapons in the pavilions are weaker than those of Xianmen, the length of the industrial chain required and the cost of construction are much higher than those of Xianmen.
The selling price is naturally the same.
"You are just a group of weaklings who escaped from the Starry Sky Fortress."
"Since you are looking for death, I will give you a ride!"
Xu Yan said coldly.
He stood on the Starry Sky Fortress, holding a pure black flag and waving it down suddenly.
This is obviously a communication magic weapon, a treasure of the soul, etc. Every battleship and fighter plane has similar flags and flags. It should be a replacement developed by Xu after losing the formation spirit communication technology.
"Kill!"
Xu Yan said sharply.
In his mind, dense formations formed between the starry sky fortress and millions of battleships, filling the space of thousands of miles of star field, forming a huge and complicated legal domain, and once again regained control of nearly half of the legal domain.
The military formation breathed in endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth, all of which converged into the main cannon of the Starry Sky Fortress.
boom!
The world suddenly shone brightly, and pure white light filled the space.
Then, the cannons of the Starry Sky Fortress roared, and millions of space carriers, space battleships, and space fighter planes also followed the formation and roared, shaking the world.
Countless naval gun beams were combined together through the huge military formation, and they were built in an instant like building blocks, forming a columnar God Transformation Killing Formation with a width of dozens of kilometers, shrouding the young man in green.
A terrifying aura spread that was enough to make the cultivators tremble with fear.
This is the peak-level military killing formation of the God Transformation!
Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword without hesitation and struck out with one strike.
This sword gathers the power of a thousand-mile sun to destroy the sword domain.
Half of the sky suddenly darkened, and the Dyson Sun Sword Domain gathered infinite sunlight, forming one thousand two hundred rays of sun gauze covering the hilt of the Taiqing Flying Sword, along with the yin and yang magnetic pole electromagnetic cannon chopped out by the movement of spiritual consciousness. The rails flew out with a bang.
It can be clearly seen that the aura of Taiqing Feijian is far inferior to that of this military killing formation that gathers the power of millions of battleships and aircraft.
Keng!
The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed into the peak-level military killing formation of the Transformation God, shuttled through it like a swimming fish, and instantly destroyed twenty-seven formation nodes.
The world fell silent.
boom!
There was a terrifying explosion, countless electromagnetic sword energy bloomed, and the Taiqing Flying Sword retreated back. The aura dimmed a little, and then recovered in an instant.
The peak-level military killing formation of Transformation God was broken!
It was broken by the Taiqing Flying Sword, which was far less powerful than itself!
Xu Yan stood on the mottled starry sky fortress with a gloomy expression.
"It's so confusing!"
"Your military formation is too messy. There are flaws in the formation everywhere. There is no need to bother looking for anything."
"Xu Yan,"
Jiang Ding raised his head and pointed his long sword at the Starry Sky Fortress: "I said, with ten swords, I can break this shabby formation of yours."
"Do you believe it or not?"
(End of chapter)