Chapter 1245 There is no one I know in the whole world
The spiritual light flickered between Jiang Ding's fingers, and the six paths in the sword energy were rotating in order, birth and death, and were constantly being arranged and combined, trying to find the six paths structure that best suited him.
The aura of the sword energy rises and falls, collapses and explodes from time to time.
Only once, like a stroke of luck, did the sword energy aura become stronger, but the principle and cause were all a blur. Even seven times the spirit of the same level could not clearly scan it, and it was completely chaotic.
"You can't rub it with bare hands."
"We need to build a large array or a super high standard laboratory. I don't know if there is anything similar in Xianmen..."
Jiang Ding stopped his attempt to explore.
This is the difficulty in creating breakthrough exercises. It is completely impossible for one person to do it alone, and various external conditions cannot be met.
Generally speaking, when a sect encounters this kind of situation, they basically wait until their cultivation level becomes stronger, such as being promoted to the Void Refining, and making a breakthrough in their soul calculation power, observation power, and scanning ability. Only then can they continue to explore. Otherwise, inspiration will only be inspiration after all. There is a long distance between that and real results.
As for trying to use formations to solve it?
That is another problem, and you also need to wait until you advance to a higher realm.
This is a paradox.
In the world of cultivating immortals, it is often those with the strongest cultivation who explore the way forward. This is not without reason, and is caused by various factors.
The Immortal Sect cannot escape from this common sense.
The difference is that the Immortal Sect has been following this path since it was the weakest. Now, the accumulation of relevant disciplines, Immortal Industrial Technology, and Formation Technology have been developed, and there is no need to face the problem of building many from scratch in order to solve this problem. discipline.
Jiang Ding withdrew his sword energy, and his spiritual consciousness spread to the entire Tushan atrium.
strangeness.
A strange place.
This was the first thought in his mind.
In the entire Tushan Atrium, from the maids to the government officials, to the monks from all over the country, the old Yuanying True Lord, the new monks... he didn't know any of them.
In Jiang Ding's own city, he became the only stranger in the Tushan Atrium that he built with his own hands.
Among the hundreds of thousands of monks in this mountain, there was no one he had any affection for. They were no different from strangers he had never met before.
At this moment, a desolate and lonely emotion grew in my heart.
Jiang Ding looked around.
It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, lonely and lonely, with no one to accompany him to talk to. It was difficult for those low-level monks to understand what he was thinking.
"No wonder, the closer the monk gets to the back, the weirder his temperament becomes..."
Jiang Ding sighed slightly: "After such a long time, which one is not a pervert, which one is not withdrawn and indifferent, which one does not regard all living beings as ants?"
"Of course, that doesn't include me."
"I will always be young, always sixteen years old..."
There was silence for a moment in the main hall.
"Here comes someone."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
Outside the Black Demon Palace, twelve maids at the peak of Nascent Soul, wearing long swords and long skirts, stood quietly outside the palace, guarding their monarch, taking turns to rest, which has lasted for 1,200 years. .
For twelve hundred years, generations of maids in the Nascent Soul stage were born, grew up, guarded the palace, and died, coming and going, experiencing reincarnation again and again.
Their predecessors, their ancestors, themselves, and their descendants will always guard this cold palace.
For countless years, the maids have regarded this place as an extremely important forbidden place.
They subconsciously ignored the possibility that there were still living people in this palace.
So, when a strange voice appeared in the palace, they were stunned.
"Enemy attack!"
A maid from the six-tailed fox tribe screamed.
"Who!"
"Those who enter forbidden areas without permission will die..."
Several maids drew their swords with murderous intent, completely ignoring the possibility that should be considered. One thousand two hundred years!
This is how many lives the Nascent Soul Lord has lived, it is too long.
The other maids were stunned.
They pulled the maid back with her sword drawn, and hurriedly found a jade slip "Tushan Maid Handbook" from the jade pendant in storage. They rummaged through it and finally found a voice, a breath signature, and a soul signature. And what you should do.
"My lord?"
A maid said tentatively.
Lord.
This title is similar to the titles "ancestor", "founder of the sect" and "ancestors" in the Tushan atrium. It is a title that is placed on the altar table.
No one has ever thought of him as a big living person, and he doesn't have this habit.
"My lord."
"My lord!"
"My Lord!!!!"
Soon, the Nascent Soul stage maids learned about the history one by one and were determined.
A flush appeared on their faces, and their eyes shone brighter than the stars.
No one needed to start, they rushed into the palace one by one.
Tushan Tianjun!
The strongest person in the history of this world!
Defeat the Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly Soldiers of the Thunder Department in the Upper Realm!
A stronger Heavenly Lord than the Ascended One, Shuoyang Heavenly Lord!
The monarch of Tushan Atrium, the founder of Tushan Atrium, the master of Tushan's maids, the oldest among the billions of creatures in this world!
What's more important is that in historical records, Tushan Tianjun is famous for being easy to talk to, and basically he will not show his anger to others. As long as you don't violate Tushan's law, your safety is extremely guaranteed.
They are probably the first people to meet Tushan Tianjun in twelve hundred years!
"Bye...Bye, my lord!"
The twelve Tushan maids at the peak of Nascent Soul, Yingying Yanyan, looked at the young man in green on the throne with a red face.
Time seemed to be frozen in his body, and no matter how many years passed, it could not be changed.
They seemed very reserved and hesitant.
Because they have never seen Tushan Tianjun.
To them, this was a stranger in the portrait. They were not even sure whether he was a real person, and they suspected that he had been impersonated.
If that were the case, that would be embarrassing.
"Hello everyone."
"This is the first time I have encountered this situation."
Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "A group of girls I have never seen before told me that they are my maids. I am also a little at a loss."
"The Lord is laughing..."
The maids couldn't help but feel ashamed when someone saw what they were thinking.
They hadn't heard of being called a 'girl' for an unknown amount of time, but now that they heard it, there was nothing embarrassing about it. Instead, they felt that it was how it should be.
"Get up."
Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.
His consciousness was connected to the Tushan Atrium Formation, causing it to buzz and circulate slightly, casting twelve spiritual flowers towards it.
These are some of the pure aura flowers that have been accumulated through the spontaneous operation of the formation for countless years. It has a very good effect on refining the magic power of the soul and can improve the success rate of becoming a god. It is one of the treasures of Tushan Atrium.
"The first time we have met in a thousand years, I give it to you."
Jiang Ding waved his hand gently, and twelve pure spiritual flowers fell on the chests of the twelve maids.
"Thank you, my lord!"
The twelve maids who were at the peak of Nascent Soul had no doubts at all, and with delicate voices, they paid their respects in unison.
(End of chapter)