After a few breaths, Jiang Ding arrived at the head of the train.

The doors he passed along the way opened automatically and one after another, without hindering him.

"Jiang Ding, is it? Are you sure you can solve the foundation building monk ahead? Either it is better to stop and wait for support, and there is no way to cause property damage and casualties. ”

A bearded conductor was already waiting, slightly nervous.

This uncle who looks very busy at work, in the middle of Qi training, he shouldn't have much time to pay attention to other things, so naturally he won't know any college entrance examination champions, and there are things in Xianmen every year.

"Yes, sir, yes."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Sonor!

The blue sword light flashed away, flying out of the pre-reserved exit, and the sword speed increased a lot, giving people the feeling of riding a horse and playing with a big gun.

The shadow of the sword flashed and disappeared in front of him.

"Why do the Tsukiji monks occasionally enter?"

Jiang Ding asked the Central Array Spirit Computer with his divine soul, feeling uneasy about this.

There is a good chance that he could flee when he meets Monk Tsukiki, but his mother and the rest of his family are basically going to die when they see each other.

“…… There are fish that have slipped through the net in the interface defense array, and there are sequences of destruction, please don't worry about your safety......"

"Understood."

After many experiences, Jiang Ding also knew a little about war, and immediately figured it out.

Xianmen has the ability to kill all the Zhuji monks who try to invade in advance, but for this, it is necessary to mobilize Jindan combat power or regular troops.

It's okay once, but once it's many times, the enemy sees the flaw,

Any Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Cultivator can lure away the Xianmen Jindan and a large number of regular troops, and send a few more Foundation Cultivators, and the entire defense system will fall apart, and nothing will exist anymore.

If a thief comes in the house, the police and civil forces can deal with it.

Because of the delay in the projection of power, there were some casualties, which was unavoidable.

War is like that.

The speed of the train slows down, and there is no trace of a platform building in the middle of nowhere.

"Flight attendant! What happened? ”

The faces of the people who were talking happily changed, and they hurriedly asked.

"Encounter the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace monk ahead...... Passengers are advised not to panic, remain calm and wait for the police to deal with them...... Be prepared for self-defense......"

The train radio was broadcast over and over again, causing all the passengers to panic.

"Monk of the Broken Realm!"

The girls who were talking around quickly moved closer to the brown-skinned teenager from Zijin University.

The same is true for the other passengers, and any prospective student of the monastic department has a high probability of wielding force far beyond the others.

"Classmate, can you protect us?"

Many good-looking girls pleaded.

"I try."

The brown-skinned boy's face turned pale.

The Boundary-Breaking Cultivator of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is definitely a foundation-building, what protection does he, a junior cultivator in the middle of Qi cultivation, have?

……

near the railway,

The space was hazy for a while, and an old man with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a rotten aura walked out of it.

"The mother realm of the East Pole Demon Gate, the land that many high-level monks desire, don't want to be old and decay, a foundation building monk, successfully arrived here near the end of his life."

"It's providential."

The old man stood on the bronze staff of the dragon's head, looked at the wilderness, and sighed.

The divine sense scanned the surroundings, turned into a faint light, and flew towards a train with the heaviest human breath thousands of meters away.

"God bless, let the old man kill 100,000 mortal thieves of the Demon Gate, and Shangzong will give me another Zhuji Dan of the Wang family, and the family of the Wang family of Qingzhu Mountain can continue to ......"

3,000 km, 2,000 km......

Many sharp-eyed passengers could even see the faint light in the sky, flying over without any cover, killing the cold and cold.

Any Xuanwu Heavenly Palace monk knows that in the home planet of the East Pole Demon Gate, don't try to do anything to hide and hide, it is useless.

"Nine hundred and twenty-seven...... Sixty-two Qi cultivators...... Eleven or twelve more times, the Qingzhu Wang clan will be able to gain a foothold again......"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the withered old man, his lips squirmed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth in the radius was restless, turning into hundreds of dark red fireballs the size of thousands of thumbs

Sonor!

There was a trembling roar in the air, and a blue flying sword that was hazy in his divine consciousness descended at this moment, piercing through the thumb-sized pile of fireballs, and the swarm of fireballs collapsed.

"A mid-foundation monk?"

Without continuing to attack, the azure flying sword was suspended not far from the old man, shaking the air and making a sound.

"Mortal? Warriors? ”

The withered old man's expression shook and he looked at what seemed to be an empty place.

At the moment when the sound of the sword appeared, it suddenly appeared within the scope of the divine consciousness scan, and it was a young man whose figure was hazy and could not see the specific appearance even under the divine sense.

"You're looking for death!"

The destruction attack of the East Pole Demon Gate came at any time, but the corrupt old man did not have time to delay, and his cold color passed by at a glance.

"Go!"

He had a little dragon head and a copper staff, and the powerful mana poured into it.

Roar!

The bronze staff of the dragon's head twisted and expanded, and it turned into a few zhang in an instant, and the copper-colored scale armor, sharp claws, and copper eyes were clearly visible, like a living thing, roaring, and opening Sensen's sharp teeth to rush towards the young man not far away.

The best magic weapon, the bronze dragon staff!

The famous magic weapon of the ancestor of the Wang clan of Qingzhu Mountain has been powerful for more than 100 years, and the number of foundation building monks who have been killed under the staff is more than two palms!

Shout!

The azure flying sword was not afraid, and turned into a streamer and pierced into the mouth of the copper dragon, and the sword qi overflowed, clanging in the sharp copper teeth that opened and closed and bited.

From time to time, terrible sparks sputter out of their mouths and fall on the ground, melting a deep crater, and the magma is clearly visible.

It can be clearly seen that the Azure Flying Sword is not the opponent of the Bronze Dragon, and the aura on the sword quickly dims, and it can only support a few more breaths at most before it is completely defeated.

"You're just a mortal!"

The withered old man was a little furious, and his soul trembled uncontrollably, clearly telling him that something terrible was about to befall him, and that his life was about to come to an end.

"Good! But mortals can compete with the foundation building, and they must be the Tianjiao of the East Pole Demon Gate, not comparable to just 100,000 mortals. ”

"Since the old decay will die, it is worth dying with people like you!"

The withered old man's face flashed ruthlessly, his face was flushed, his body was shaky, and even the bronze dragon that was fighting was much dimmer, and he was broken free by the flying sword.

Impressively using one of the few essences of blood!

"Soul Breaker!"

The withered old man drank vigorously.

A transparent blood-piercing phantom instantly passed through a distance of more than a thousand meters.

The old cultivator who is nearing the end of his life has nothing, but his life experience is extremely rich, and he can cultivate even the most extreme divine soul attack spells.

He has consumed almost all the essence and blood, and he is completely sure that even if a monk in the late stage of foundation building does not check, he will be seriously injured and dying!

Not to mention a mere mortal!

"Ahh

The withered old man screamed, his body swayed, and his mana was out of control.

The Soul Splitting Thorn pierced into the opponent's sea of consciousness, but it was like crashing headlong into the blue sun, the endless heat and sharpness, and the Soul Splitting Thorn carrying part of the divine soul attack was instantly burned to the ground.

Shout!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Azure Flying Sword got rid of the bronze dragon staff, and with a flicker, pierced his shield.

"Not good!"

The withered old man burst out with all his mana and barely dodged, leaving a deep wound on his face, and countless fine sword qi surged in it, destroying it frantically.

"My Path, Your ......"

He was about to do something more, and his face was miserable.

Woohoo!

In the sky, hundreds of missiles arrived, blasting him into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

(End of chapter)