Chapter 993 The birth of the gold-destroying sword
Jiang Ding put down the documents in Tushan Atrium and came to a misty void.
This is the holy land among countless family monks in Beiyuan. Over the past generations, the key to the stable birth of Nascent Soul monks by Beiyuan family monks is the location of the blessed land of Wang Ting.
The blessed land of the Royal Court is immovable and has always been fixed here.
However, I have never heard of any loose cultivators or foreign enemies attacking this place and taking in a lot of opportunities.
Because here, there is a fifth-level high-grade formation!
Arranged by Shuoyang Tianjun himself, it is a formation that is stronger than the Six Paths Sect's formation.
"However,"
"That's all..."
Jiang Ding didn't take it seriously.
Shuoyang Tianjun's talent is indeed shocking in the past and today.
If placed in the realm of the Immortal Sect, even if one does not have any natural Taoist body, his understanding and qualifications are enough to compete for the sword of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
Of course, this is just an analogy. Strong understanding is not necessarily related to Dainichi Swordsman. It also requires strong swordsmanship potential.
For such an outstanding person, his formation... can only be said to be barely noticeable.
This is the gap in immortal education, caused by the day after tomorrow.
Keng!
Jiang Ding flicked his fingers and his voice was ethereal and sweet.
Centered on his fingers, thirty-six dragon-like blue-gold sword energies bloomed instantly, tearing the sky into fragments and revealing the scene inside.
This is a secret realm that is more than a thousand kilometers in size.
The prototype is a fragment of a broken boundary wall. It can spontaneously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can barely maintain the concentration of fifth-level low-grade spiritual energy in the secret realm, which is amazing.
Around the secret realm, golden threads are looming, and many formation runes are shining in them, exuding heavy pressure.
"Fifth-level high-grade, Heavenly Gold Slaughter Ten Thousand Dao Formation...it's quite loud."
Jiang Ding recalled that there were many secrets presented by the Beiyuan family in the six-fingered old demon soul, and searched for relevant records: "This formation is connected to the spiritual veins of the secret realm, and with the reserved spiritual stones, it can explode into the late stage of divine transformation in a short period of time." Level combat effectiveness.”
"It is said to manipulate the five elements of gold and transform into thousands of golden swords. The cause and effect of gold is immortal, and the formation is also immortal."
"If someone who doesn't understand the formation comes, even a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation, once he is completely trapped in it, he will immediately have a life and death crisis. If he is not good enough, he will not be able to interrupt the continuous recovery of the ten thousand golden swords, and he will be forcibly ground to death. It’s also ordinary inside.”
"There is no doubt that the demon kings like Icefield Tianjun are demons who cannot understand the formation."
"However, to me, this kind of death formation without anyone presiding over does not pose much of a threat. Everything is so simple and easily exposed."
Jiang Ding stood silently next to Wang Tingfu.
His divine consciousness and sword intention were divided into countless subtle strands using the unique formation-breaking secret technique of the Immortal Sect. They were scanned and recorded bit by bit inside and outside the secret realm, inside and outside the formation.
In his sea of consciousness, a formation model composed of countless blue lines appeared.
At the beginning, this formation model was just a simple Five Elements Bagua. As more and more information was obtained from sword intent and divine sense detection, lines were quickly added to the formation model, and in an instant it turned into an formation model the size of a skyscraper. , and the lines are still increasing rapidly, becoming more and more complex.
At this time, if the foundation-building monk is lucky enough to see this model, his soul will collapse instantly, his mind will go blank, blood will overflow between his mouth and nose, and he will fall into a coma.
This is when the brain receives too much information in an instant and falls into a state of freeze and restart.
But this is far from the end.
As time goes by, the complexity of the formation models in Jiang Ding's knowledge sea is still increasing rapidly.
One day, two days, three days...
January, February, March...
Jiang Ding stood quietly in the sky. In addition to using part of his soul calculation power to practice and reserving part of his soul calculation power for self-protection, the rest of his soul calculation power was used to calculate the fifth-level high-grade Tianjin Luwan left by Shuoyang Tianjun. Dao formation.
Even his own body is revealed, no longer hidden.
Of course, he himself didn't know whether this was the real figure. He had never thought about it in his soul. Everything was chaotic and unknown.
The changes in Wangting Paradise attracted many immortal cultivators, thinking that it was a natural phenomenon and a strange treasure was born. When the high-level immortal cultivators, Jindan and Yuanying cultivators came here, they were instantly startled, bowed their heads deeply, and then retreated.
The low-level monks, foundation-building and Qi-training monks, on the other hand, seemed to know nothing about it. They had never seen the young man in green not far away.
In the Tushan Atrium, there are no portraits of each sect.
Because the great true kings know very well what kind of person their monarch is, they only publicize his appearance everywhere when they are tired of living.
These low-level monks caused some noise, chaos, and even fights with each other, for opportunities, or simply killing people and grabbing treasures.
Qi-training and foundation-building monks have a short lifespan and are somewhat prone to dreaming of life and death. They are not too afraid of death, and harsh punishments cannot always restrain them.
The foundation-building Qi-training monks were fighting fiercely, shouting and roaring constantly.
Occasionally, when Jindan or Yuanying monks pass by, they look at them with incredible eyes.
For a long time, the passing high-level monks hesitated for a moment, then waved their sleeves, took them all away, and left them far away, so as not to disturb these little guys.
By the way, the criminal low-level monks were thrown into the prison of a nearby sect.
You can earn some merit in this way, although it is very small, but it is also a convenient thing. You only need to open the law enforcement record magic weapon you carry with you and you can get it after completing the task.
Before you know it, a year has passed.
"It's done."
"Easy, easy..."
Jiang Ding's eyes regained a hint of agility, and he spoke boldly.
In his sea of consciousness, an extremely large and complex formation emerged. It was not a rigid model, but was constantly flowing and changing, exactly the same as the formation of Wangting Paradise in front of him.
Keng~
Jiang Ding pulled out the Taiqing Flying Sword little by little.
"A hair of the sixteenth power of the sword that destroys gold..."
Jiang Ding said to himself.
Suddenly, strands of mesh-like filaments appeared in his eyes. These filaments had the luster of metal and the dark red of blood. The two colors were intertwined, sharp and terrifying.
In this state, everything in front of Jiang Ding changed.
The sky, mountains, rivers, and earth all disappeared.
There are only blood-gold network veins left between heaven and earth, concentrated in some places, where the spiritual veins of mountains and rivers converge.
Some of them only have a few strands scattered around, and they are Qi-training and foundation-building monks. Some are gathered into a small group, and they are a Nascent Soul monk passing by.
The most conspicuous and densely populated place is undoubtedly the fifth-level high-grade Tianjin Killing Ten Thousand Dao Formation in front of them.
Many blood-gold lines have formed a network here, spreading in all directions. The most conspicuous one is a winding blood-gold vein in the center. It looks extremely twisted. It is undergoing drastic changes at any time and never stabilizes.
The winding blood-gold veins were like... a sword mark.
"This is it..."
A sudden realization emerged in Jiang Ding's heart.
call out!
Taiqing's flying sword slashed down.
There is no need for any swordsmanship, just with the blessing of the realm of sword energy thunder, sword refining into silk, and sword energy immortal swordsmanship, he cuts through a sword light, which coincidentally fits the winding blood-gold veins.
Without using any extra strength, the sword light flashed away.
Keng!
The Taiqing Flying Sword was returned to its scabbard.
The fifth-level high-grade heavenly gold-slaying ten thousand ways formation that enveloped the royal court in front of him was stunned.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
Countless golden lights bloomed, and the formation collapsed silently, without any killing power.
(End of chapter)