The monks of the Tianhai Sect maintained a respectful posture.

I watched the group of fighters go away, hundreds of kilometers away, before I slowly got up.

"There is no intention of requisition......"

Tianhai Zhenren's respectful expression converged, revealing a hint of gloom.

"Three years ago, I didn't go to the base of the Steel Floating Island to meet you, Xianmen, I doubted it."

An old man at the peak of foundation building lowered his voice: "Ancestor, please make a decision early." ”

"Ancestor, no!"

The surrounding monks looked terrified.

However, even they themselves knew that their words could not affect a Jindan Zhenren in any way.

"You say decisive...... Decide what? However, Jin Dan is in the early stage of cultivation, what can I decide. ”

Tianhai Zhenren ignored them and sighed in a low voice.

……

"It has entered the territory of the country."

In the regiment headquarters channel, An Siyan prompted again.

"White bones, so many white bones!"

Someone said, uncontrollably expressing fear.

Jiang Ding silently looked at a city with hundreds of thousands of people below.

At noon, when the market is lively, the teahouses are full of people, and the streets are full of people, but there is not a single smoke in the cooking, and the silence is terrible, and there are no birds or animals.

On the streets, in the bazaar, a thick layer of white bones was piled up next to each other, covered with clothes of different materials, with bones as old as seventy or eighty years old and as small as a few months of babies, lying on the ribs of young women.

These clothed white bones are scattered in the houses, in the palaces, distributed in every corner of the city, the white bones are clean and tidy, but the flesh and blood have long since dissipated, and three years have passed, covered with thick dust.

"This is Demon Cultivation."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"Students, you have to adapt to this brutal war." Jin Lingfeng paused: "Immortal cultivators outside the realm are so cruel and bloody, we have to adapt to them, and then destroy them one by one." ”

No one answered for a moment.

Jiang Ding's eyes looked at the countryside, and there were barely a few puffs of smoke rising.

No matter how cruel it is, there is no demon cultivator who spends a lot of time looking for one or two mortals in the mountains and wilderness.

The seeds, just like that, were saved.

After another few tens or hundreds of years, the number can recover again, and mortals live in the world of immortal cultivators with tenacious vitality, living like weeds.

These images were recorded in the regimental group, and the group of air and space fighters continued to pass through the sky.

Flying all the way, it's just shocking!

But if the mortal city close to the Liyun Sect is empty, nine times out of ten it will be empty of blood sacrifices, and the living souls will die, and the light sentence on the intelligence that mortals have been killed and injured is so heavy and bloody in reality.

"There are two days left, and we will arrive at the mountain gate of Liyun Sect."

"One hundred kilometers ahead, discover the Demon Dao Blood Sacrifice Formation, and discover the Demon Dao Immortal Cultivator."

An Siyan used his super computing power to run the third-order Lingzi radar electromagnetic interaction formation, and constantly reported the information he had obtained to the regiment headquarters.

"Demon Dao Immortal Cultivator!"

Many of the classmates disappeared with murderous intent in a flash, looking at the detected picture.

In a small city of more than 100,000 people, it can be seen that many people have been evacuated to the countryside, greatly reducing the number of people.

But it was still useless, and blood lights lit up all over the city, passing through the people who were fleeing and screaming, and the flesh and blood turned into white bones wrapped in silk cloth, fell to the ground, and scattered in scattered places.

A blood-robed foundation mid-stage monk, more than fifty Qi cultivation cultivators were busy all over the city, collecting blood droplets turned into blood light, and from time to time greedily secretly adding a few mouthfuls and putting them into the jade bottle.

"These people deserve to die."

Jin Ling said coldly.

Three hunter missiles poked out of the magazine, with a white mark, and disappeared into the sky with a terrible whistling sound.

After a few breaths, it descended on the blood-filled city.

"Xianmen ......"

The blood-robed foundation building monk suddenly raised his head, revealing a frightened look, and turned into a bloody light and fled frantically.

Shout!

In an instant, it was submerged and pierced, and turned into ashes in the flames.

"The envoy of the Immortal Gate is here!"

The remaining more than fifty Qi cultivators shouted in fear and fled in all directions, some of them fled, and some of them changed their faces and expressions in an instant, blending into the people all over the city, and their methods were chaotic.

The remaining two hunter missiles reined in their power and passed through the twenty or thirty Qi Cultivators, before rushing into the air with a terrifying self-explosion that was enough to kill the Tsukiji Cultivators.

The Blood Light Formation is terminated.

"There is no foundation goal."

Jin Lingfeng frowned, and found the huge shortcomings of the air and space fighter group.

Does not have the ability to clear the field from a distance.

At the price of hunter missiles, to kill a few Qi cultivators, even if the Xianmen Immortal Dao industry is developed, it can't be such a loser.

Dozens of times like this, this time the missiles carried will all be exhausted.

If you want to clear the field, you have to cooperate with the ground forces, or fly off the fighter plane to clean it up manually, but this is undoubtedly in great danger.

"No wonder, the Immortal Sect will cultivate Dao soldiers, even if there are many hidden dangers."

An Siyan sighed and also found this problem.

"Mr. Kenko Oinchi!"

Immediately exhilarating.

Needless to say, an invisible light approached silently at a speed not much worse than that of the Jindan monks.

Jiang Ding cautiously circled around the small city, carefully sensing the sword intent and the magnetic induction dotted line generated by the "Second-Order Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Method", and did not find any abnormalities or ambushes.

Sonor!

There was the sound of swords in the void.

In the faint fluctuation of the aura, thirty-one light blue sword qi appeared, like a lotus flower blooming, shooting towards many places within a radius of ten kilometers, and the screams came and went.

A moment later, thirty-one storage bags and a bunch of bloodlight array bases flew into the sky and were ingested by the Aerospace Fighters.

"There's another place that's special."

Jiang Ding's thoughts were moved, and the top of a tall pagoda in the city exploded, and a palm-sized stone statue of Guanyin with a weird smile flew out, with a strong resentment and incense smell on its body.

"Nan no mercy Guanyin!"

The moment I saw it, a name came to my heart, as if I saw the scene of thousands of believers bowing and worshipping, and finally with a peaceful smile on their faces, their souls and blood were integrated into the statue of Guanyin.

There are also wisps of incense, through the statue of Guanyin, transmitted to the unknown space.

"Blood food, ghosts, cults!"

Jiang Ding recalled the record in the book, and suddenly his color changed, flashing the memory of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace monks who drove to bewitch millions of people during the college entrance examination.

"It must be a practice that came from outside the world, and some monks tried in vain to prolong their lives with incense."

"He didn't know that after a short profit, he would lose himself and die."

"Shinto incense is said to be invisible, but after collecting enough clues, the Canghai Steel Floating Island Military Base can still locate the place where it gathers, and it can't escape."

"Now, let's destroy the Cloud Sect first."

Jiang Dingshen searched for the officials in the city, calmed him down a little, and left silently.

Two days later.

One hundred and eight air-space fighters appeared a hundred kilometers away from the Cloud Sect, and through the third-order reconnaissance formation, they could already see the fearful and boiling appearance of the entire sect cultivators.

The huge Protector Formation light shield lit up, cold and pitch black, and thousands of ghosts crossed the sky, roaring and roaring resentfully.

(End of chapter)