Chapter 1163: The beings in the upper world regard all living beings as ants
The army of hundreds of millions of demons and ghosts, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Ministry of Thunder are far away, heading towards the small world in the distance.
"Meet the Lord..."
On the same spot, the middle-aged monks Shuoyang Tianjun, Ming Guangzi, and Xi Ping'an with beautiful temples kowtowed respectfully, their postures were extremely humble.
But got no response.
The army from the upper realm arrived without any reward or scolding, as if a part had completed its task and had no further use or value.
No one paid any attention to them.
"Alas..."
Shuoyang Tianjun still maintained the meticulous and humble etiquette. Even though the upper realm army had gone far away, his heart sank: "The upper realm monks seem to be very arrogant, as if they are already high-ranking creatures, and they are no longer the same race as us. , even talking to us is like holding your nose, as if you are seeing a smelly beggar.”
"If you want to get the way to ascend to the upper world from them, I'm afraid it will be difficult."
He was once the invincible in the Xiaoqian world and the founder of the Beiyuan family. He knew very well that this abyss-like gap between upper and lower levels made it almost impossible to communicate and build friendship, and it was impossible.
If you approach him shamelessly, you will be killed in an instant.
"Now, all we can do is wait."
Ming Guangzi also looked very humble, almost kowtowing to worship the army of the upper world. He had changed a lot in these years of exile, and said coldly in the transmission of his spiritual consciousness.
"Let's see how Jiang Dingzi responds."
"What is the strength of the upper realm army? It is too strong. Jiang Dingzi will die instantly, and we will not have any chance."
"On the other hand, if it is too weak, it will not work. It is best to maintain a stalemate. At that time, these monks in the upper world will also be ants, with the possibility of communication..."
……
"Just go and wait."
"There is no need to go to war, just stabilize the formation bases everywhere and prevent them from being breached."
Jiang Ding pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and stood up from the throne of Six Paths.
"Yes!"
"Heavenly Lord!"
Mu Tianxue, True Lord Lieyang, True Lord Qingyun, Gong Caiyu, Hei Louxi and more than 600 True Lords of Nascent Soul obeyed the orders sternly, dispersed in all directions, returned to their subordinates, and dispersed in all directions through the teleportation array.
They will station the Great Sun Boundary Array bases one by one in the East China Sea, Southern Xinjiang, Western Desert and other places, provide them with mana, stabilize the arrays, and use pre-refined standard array elements to replace and repair the slightly damaged arrays. base.
That's all they can do.
Because they are only in the Nascent Soul stage, they are too powerless in a realm war, even if there are a large number of people.
Jiang Ding took one step forward, flew into the sky, flew over the clouds, flew through the Gangfeng layer, and finally came to the boundary thunder layer, merging with an invisible boundary formation sun, separated by the boundary wall, and silently watching the rapid direction. Two armies of gods and demons are approaching from Xiaoqian World.
Not long after, a terrifying world of lightning shadows arrived.
The next moment, a strange and eerie world with blood and blood all over the sky also descended.
The shadows of the two military formations filled the world with countless chaotic formation runes. The thunder light shone brightly, and the blood light covered the sky. Billions of chain-like runes were produced to seal and entangle the entire world, layer after layer.
"Order, the power of order..."
The furnace-like sun light in Jiang Ding's eyes was flickering, and he was scanning these new things at a very fast speed.
These monks from the upper realm showed the power of order that only quasi-emperors possess, and their application was extremely sophisticated. It was unheard of, and it was a military formation technology that was not available in the Nine Spirits Realm.
Thunder chains, blood-colored chains of demons and ghosts are intertwined with each other, distributed in all directions, spread into the galaxy, and even extend into the boundary wall, completing the blockade again and again, ensuring that the magic beings will not escape, so as to facilitate detailed searches. , don’t miss any omissions.
From the beginning to the end, these monks from the upper realm were speechless and did not regard the monks from the lower realm as the same race as themselves.
Until the lockdown is complete.
"The cultivating monk from the lower realm!"
"Kneel down!" A majestic thunder god general as tall as a mountain appeared in the phantom of the world of Lei Department's Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals. His eyes were cold and deep: "Let go of your soul and bear the slave mark of the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhenzong, and you will avoid death."< br>
"Otherwise, your soul will be destroyed!"
Boom!
A thunder talisman fell from the sky like a thunder spear, instantly penetrated the boundary wall and struck Jiang Ding between his eyebrows.
This thunder light contains the terrifying destructive power of thunder. It is not like the soul slave seal, but more like the divine punishment of the thunder department to destroy the evil spirits.
Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from God!
These upper realm monks don't want to know what the lower realm monks are thinking, and they don't need their answers. Even if the god-forming monks, as the masters of a realm, are like ants in front of them, they don't care.
It's all so overbearing.
Let go of all your soul, accept the slave mark, and live.
If you don't want to let go of your soul, or if you hesitate even a little bit, your soul will be destroyed immediately!
Boom!
The thunder talisman summoned and arrived in an instant.
Just when the thunder talisman was about to reach the eyebrows of the young man in green, a finger appeared in front of the talisman at some unknown time and gently grabbed it, naturally, as if grabbing a withered yellow leaf blown by the breeze.
"Stupid."
Many monks among the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Lei Department looked mocking.
The Lord Shenxiao has the name of ‘Shenxiao’!
He is one of the three lords of the sect: "Shenxiao", "Divine Thunder" and "Divine Punishment". He is one of the strongest men under the ancestors of the sect. Although it is just an ordinary blow, it is enough to kill instantly. Digital deity monks are more than enough.
This short-sighted ant cultivator from the lower realm is used to being the king and hegemon in the small realm. He is walking around in such a cool and unrestrained manner. He really doesn't know how to write the word "death".
However, it’s not surprising, most of the powerful monks in the small world are like this.
bite!
The next moment, the pupils of many Lei Department monks shrank.
The young man in green clamped the flashing thunder talisman with his fingers accurately. Sword energy appeared faintly between the two fingers. The thunder talisman burst out with bright light, seeming to destroy the world and destroy the earth. Countless dense space cracks bloomed. Come.
But in the end, as the faint sound of swords appeared, all the strange phenomena of this thunder talisman disappeared, and it returned to a solid withered yellow talisman paper with many red and red lines painted on it.
"What?!"
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Lei Department were stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.
The Thunder God General was even more stunned.
Although it was just a casual blow of his own, it shouldn't have been taken by a monk from the lower world. He shouldn't have such ability, just a monk from the lower world.
It shouldn't be such an understatement!
"How could this happen?"
"The monks of the upper realm...if you don't say anything else, it seems that their individual combat power is nothing more than this?"
Jiang Ding casually crushed the thunder talisman with confusion in his eyes: "This attack is beyond the peak of the gods, but it is still very weak. I even doubt that the useless Shuoyang Tianjun can take it casually." ”
"What's the reason?"
"Is it because your status among the monks in the upper world is too low, or because your sect is not known for its individual strength and doesn't care about it."
"It's still the sect you came from,"
"That's it, so weak?"
The solar furnace in Jiang Ding's pupils bloomed, and the cold blood light emerged unknowingly: "Could it be said that monks in the upper world are not all strong, there are also weak, useless, and weak sects."
"For example, you?"
"Is that so?"
(End of chapter)