More than a hundred kilometers away.

It wasn't the direction of the Seven Feather Sect, so he chose a random direction.

Jiang Ding tried his best to condense his breath and stay away from the Golden Sword Mountain at the speed of the peak of foundation building, which was the state of maximizing his concealment ability, coupled with the ability of the sword intent to converge and condense the breath.

He was confident that even an ordinary Jindan late-stage monk would not be able to find himself within a ten-kilometer range of his divine sense.

And to destroy the sword intent, you must be able to discover the existence of the other party first.

"Although this is the case, there has never been anything certain in the immortal cultivation world, and chances, coincidences, etc. can be changed."

Jiang Ding said to himself, the divine consciousness is always connected to the core of the air and space fighter, and it can be summoned from the half-space layer at any time.

However, even so, there was not much certainty that he would be able to kill the Blood Transformation Ancestor Mu Tianxue.

At the Nine Heavens Ruins, a mere Qi cultivation clone surprised him at this woman's ability to escape, and I am afraid that the monks at the peak of Jindan may not be able to kill her.

"It's better to run for your life."

Jiang Ding held his breath, paused, strengthened his concealment again, and silently stared into the distance with his residual vision.

A terrible blood light flew from afar, and the blood cloud spread for several kilometers, soaking all the space.

Then, floated past him more than a dozen kilometers away.

Time and time again, the speed of the late Jindan monk was terrifying, constantly searching for hundreds of kilometers, counting this time, Jiang Ding met her three times, and the most recent time her blood cloud appeared eight kilometers away.

After a few moments, the blood cloud found nothing, away from here.

For hours, it didn't reappear.

It may have given up, it may be hidden in an ambush.

Jiang Ding's expression remained unchanged, he resumed the speed of the peak of foundation building, and flew out slowly, flying thousands of kilometers in a few days, without any accidents.

went around in a big circle.

Returning to Dongling Mansion again, the mountain forest where he first descended into this world.

Activate the third-order top-grade chaotic talisman that cost a lot of money and hit it.

A simple and heavy talisman flew out, turning into a transparent and chaotic light cluster, with the smell of chaos and disorder, and the invisible light shone on a radius of dozens of kilometers, like a sledgehammer to smash the nearby causal heavenly machine, and turned into a mess.

Even the Yuan Infant Cultivator who specializes in cultivating heavenly machines can't solve it.

If it is a few hundred years later, the wind and rain will blow, and the years will change, and the god-transforming monks who are proficient in heavenly machines will be helpless.

"That's the limit of what we can do at the moment."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

After everything was dealt with, it was a big circle again, and it took several days to return to the Seven Feather Sect from a completely different direction.

Jinling Mountain.

Jiang Ding waved his hand and released twenty-one storage bags, and his divine sense and sword intent poured into it, and in the shattered light, some of the divine consciousness forbidden traps were instantly washed away, dissipating and dissolving.

"The foundation building monk is so poor......"

Spirit stones, magic weapons, talismans, zombies, ghosts, all kinds of messy things, even at the largest valuation, the net worth of the twenty-one foundation building monks adds up to only six or seven hundred thousand.

And there are no third-order ore materials or anything, only these things will be Jindan seeds.

On average, a foundation-building monk has tens of thousands of spirit stones.

"It's not enough for an appearance fee for a Daozi."

"Not to mention my million-dollar spirit stone rune, I lost a lot of money...... It's no wonder that many Jindan monks are not interested in robbing the foundation building monks, and I thought that the high-ranking monks had their own bearing. ”

"The real reason is that they don't need these low-level things at all."

Jiang Ding shook his head and sighed, put these things down, took out a jade box, and opened it.

A round head with angry eyes.

It was the peak foundation building monk of the Blood Transformation Hall on the Golden Sword Mountain.

Jiang Ding casually untied the seal of the skull.

After a moment, the frozen eyes of the skull suddenly moved, and they regained their vigor again.

Lacking a seal and body, the aura of the divine soul dropped rapidly, and he could only live for dozens of breaths at most.

The so-called seizure, out-of-body and other magical powers, have nothing to do with a foundation-building monk.

His gaze finally turned to a young man in Tsing Yi, revealing a look of fear, and his memory seemed to remain at the moment when he was cut off by a sword.

"Let go of the soul and let me search for the soul, how about it?"

"The reward is, do not destroy the integrity of your divine soul, if there is really reincarnation in the underworld, you can be reincarnated normally."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

If it weren't for this thing, he would be in Xianmen by now.

He doesn't bring back any intelligent beings, whether it's a pet or a machine spirit.

"Thief!"

"The ancestor will not let you go, and I will never forget this hatred for the rest of my life......"

A thick color of resentment appeared in the skull, and the spirit roared incessantly.

"Forget it, it doesn't hurt if the effect is worse."

Jiang Ding had already activated the third-order soul searching talisman and slapped it on his head casually.

"Ahh

A terrible scream came, and in the severe pain, the spirit was twisted and deformed, and even the cheeks that had long been dead were affected, and the convulsions continued.

Bang!

After a dozen breaths, the skull shattered, and was annihilated by a fine sword aura.

A pure black talisman remained in place, wisps of faint blue light flashing from time to time.

Jiang Ding plucked it off.

In an instant, there were incomplete pictures from time to time.

From falling to the ground in infancy, soaking in the blood pool extracted from the essence blood of thousands of spiritual root children, and then being selected as a candidate for the blood transformation child when he was a teenager, participating in the Yu clan's blood transformation child competition, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of mortals and monks to refine the blood transformation god knife embryo......

I accidentally learned that the fate of the blood transformation son of the foundation building realm in the past dynasties was devoured and chewed by the blood-turning divine knife, and the blood light was a little brighter......

Then, he spent a lot of effort to withdraw from the blood-turning competition, survived by luck, and became the master of the Shadowless Hall of the family, specializing in intelligence spying and assassination......

The life experience of more than 200 years of blood transformation Yu Clan's foundation slowly flowed in front of him, and after special treatment, it was like a movie, and it did not affect him.

"The Demon Sect is ruthless enough to the people of his own family."

Jiang Ding was secretly speechless.

I have read these roughly, turned to the memories of this person fifteen years ago, and watched them carefully from the time he set foot on the Yue Kingdom, without letting go of a trace of details.

Until, when he came to the Golden Knife Mountain, his face was shocked, and he ingested dozens of strangely shaped silver-white projectiles from the ground.

"That's right, I don't need to find someone else."

Jiang Ding was overjoyed, rummaging in the shadow old man's storage bag for a while, a pitch-black wooden box appeared in his hand, padded with a red cloth, and dozens of silver-white projectiles were placed on it.

"Thirty-one, thirty-three, gone."

"Counting the three I picked up, thirty-six, and one is missing."

Divine sense swept over, Jiang Ding's face was expressionless, and he continued to flip through the memories of the shadow old man.

In one picture,

He respectfully offered a silver-white projectile with a faint spell-breaking attribute, which was ingested by the divine consciousness and fell into a tender white palm.

"It's snowing."

"Mu Tianxue...... You really want to die. ”

Jiang Ding put down the soul search talisman and said lightly.

(End of chapter)