"What do you two think?"

Jiang Ding flew in the sky, looked at the two of them, and asked.

The heavy pressure fell on his body, his breath couldn't help but suffocate, and his mana paused a little.

"Uncle Xiao's sword is profound, and the disciple has retired."

Lei Linghe said bitterly, clasped his fists, and left on his own.

Although he still has the strength to fight, he can't raise any fighting will, and he is already an empty shell without any soul.

"Kids!"

"If it weren't for you, the old man's path would have been bright and infinite."

Zhou Sleepylong's eyes were full of blood red and resentment, and he was strongly unwilling: "Why did you appear and seize my avenue opportunity?" ”

"Kill!"

He roared angrily, and the mana in the dantian poured out, urging to the extreme, not hesitating to destroy the best flame mountain magic weapon in his hand.

The hill instantly swelled to the size of seven or eight zhang!

The flames were scorching and violent, and countless hideous fire snakes spread outward, which were held in their hands, their muscles knotted, and their strength condensed into a point, and smashed towards the young man in Tsing Yi in the sky.

The mana flame at the pinnacle of the foundation is combined with pure power.

The head Lei Linghe changed color.

"Your hole cards, both cultivated and cultivated, and also cultivated to the pinnacle of foundation building?"

Jiang Ding said lightly.

The peak of the double foundation is one,

Even if four or five foundation building peak monks besiege him, they may not be able to help him, without himself, he should be the master of this golden fruit.

Sonor!

A blue flying sword, reined in most of the edge, slowly emerged from the center of the eyebrows, and the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath spread out and spread all over the world.

Unstoppable in the souls of all.

"This sword ......"

Princess Red Kite and General Moyu were chilled all over their bodies.

I vaguely remembered that compared with the demon race's instinct with its own bloodline talent, the human race was best at using foreign objects.

Shout!

The azure sword light passed through the best magic weapon of the Little Flame Mountain.

The small flame mountain is seven or eight feet high, and the fire snake on it roars hideously, the color is dark red, and it can burn gold and molten iron, but at this time, it stagnates and stops in the sky.

A subtle blue trace appeared in the middle of the small flame mountain, rapidly expanded, and then turned into two halves, and exploded violently, and two fist-sized mountain-shaped magic weapons fell, and the silky spider web-like cracks on the smooth section were clearly visible, seeping into the deepest part of the magic weapon.

"Poof!"

The best magic weapon that had been practiced for many years was broken, and Zhou Sleepy Dragon vomited blood, and his mana and divine soul were shaken.

"I'm unwilling!"

His eyes widened angrily, and what else did he want to do, a blue flying sword was as clear as jade, and the ruler was long, and it was against his eyebrows, making all his movements stiff.

"Unwilling to what?"

Jiang Ding flew in front of him, took a closer look at his big head and those blood-red resentful eyes, and asked softly.

What a good head.

It's a pity that it can't.

The two Qiyu Jindan are very particular about doing things, they should be given, and they should have the support, but it is not good to do things with bad rules in public, so that people of different races will look down on them.

"Unwilling to ......"

Zhou Sleepy's angry words stagnated, the soul of the dead was furious, the spirit was cold, and the words could no longer be spoken.

"It's good to do it yourself."

Jiang Ding patted him on the shoulder.

A subtle wisp of Taiyin-like sword intent simulated by the shattering sword intent fell on his shoulder, extremely concealed, and did not attract anyone's attention, including several Jin Dan.

It's not a big deal, it's just positioning.

In terms of concealment, Taiyin Sword Intent does have expertise, and Destroying Sword Intent is inferior.

Retrieving the Taiqing Flying Sword from the other party's eyebrows, Jiang Ding retracted the mana in his body, and without even unfolding the shield, Shi Shiran walked past him.

'Opportunity! ’

'Fa Xiu's body is as fragile as paper, at such a close distance, as long as I kill him, I will be the person who the sect Jindan hopes for the most, and the ancestor will definitely not blame me!" ’

A thought surged wildly in the sea of Zhou Sleepy Longzhi, forming a clear chain, automatically ignoring all the unfavorable factors on this chain, choosing the most beneficial possibility for himself, and forming a straw on the way.

Tyranny and decisiveness appeared in his eyes, and he looked at the unguarded back of the person in front of him.

The tendons tensed silently in his body, the strength of the brute dragon gathered, his knees bent slightly, and the nails of his claws flashed with a light like lava.

"Interesting."

The Peacock King and the Red Flame King watched this scene with interest.

"Idiot!"

Wednesday Yan sighed, his divine sense swept over, and fell on Zhou Sleepy Dragon's ears, making his body stiffen, and his movements stopped: "The resentment in your heart is too much, he has murderous intentions towards you, try not to go out in the future." ”

"Actually, why be resentful?"

"The weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, this is the life of our immortal cultivators, you haven't killed the Dao rivals in the sect in the past, this time it's your turn, why can't you see through it?"

"Ancestor!"

Zhou Sleepy's eyes were red, he regained his senses, and he actually cried out in front of the public, his nose flowed, and tears were dripping down, not looking at other people's eyes at all, more than 200 years of face.

No one laughed at him.

Many Zhuji have relatives in their hearts, their eyes are sour, and they also have similar emotions.

Life

Jin Dan is hopeless.

The last glimmer of hope for the fairy road ends from here, and I can't wait to cry, who cares what others think?

"Sleepy Dragon, your path is not broken."

This attitude aroused a trace of softness in Wednesday Yan, and vaguely remembered the scene of the birth of a big fat boy more than 200 years ago.

At that time, his parents were the foundation of the sect, they were younger, and they had a friendship with him for a while.

"Half Cheng, half Cheng, you are not young, find an opportunity to prepare for the Dan."

Wednesday Yan sighed: "I'll give you another kind of auxiliary knot pill spirit object, which can add a point of possibility, plus what you have yourself, that is, six points, you have also collected one or two kinds of knot pill spirit objects in the past two hundred years, that is, seven or eight points of possibility." ”

"That's it, fight hard, we immortal cultivators have been fighting for our lives against the heavens all our lives."

"I used to be like this, and so did you."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan!"

Zhou Jilong wiped his tears, knelt on the ground, and said gratefully.

The spiritual objects of the Jiedan, even if they are not rich in Jindan monks, are all prepared for future generations, and they take an unknown number of years to collect, which is very precious.

……

"Nine tricks bear golden fruits."

After saying a word to the two Jin Dan, Jiang Ding flew back to Jin Ling Mountain, sat cross-legged, took out a golden fist-sized fruit, looked at it carefully, and scanned it with divine sense and sword intent in turn.

The whole body is golden, and there are nine orifices, and King Kong is immortal.

"Yes, it's the same as the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit recorded in the Xianmen Library."

"I inherited a great favor from the ancestor of Qiyu."

"It's not good to sell my life, I have a much higher chance of being a knot than others, my life is not this price, if I have the ability in the future, I must at least protect the inheritance of the Seven Feather Sect for three thousand years."

After a long time, Jiang Ding confirmed, overjoyed.

"Raw clothes are a great waste, and there is no difference between them and primitive people drinking blood, it is best to make alchemy."

"Not to mention the better effect, there can be a few more."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, and his figure disappeared.

(End of chapter)