The Great Sun Sword Light came to him.

Jiang Ding stared into the past.

Under the sword, a thumb-sized divine soul was suppressed, and it was the appearance of a Heavenly Madman, with his eyelids closed, sleepy, and instinctively holding a golden pill that was almost shattered.

"Congratulations to the Dao Destroyer, the Six Dao Sect Heavenly Crazy Dao Men are slaughtered!"

Bai Mei Lao Xiu and Wednesday Yan congratulated.

"Your Excellency is worthy of being the master of the Great Sun Sect."

Mu Tianxue's eyes rolled: "I heard that your sect is tolerant of all rivers, and it is not like the families of the Northern Plains, recruiting disciples with a surname......

The white-eyed old cultivator and Wednesday Yan also had a heartbeat in their eyes.

"I'm not from the Great Sun Sect."

Jiang Ding's face flashed with extremely obvious disgust, and he was very displeased, interrupting her words.

"This ......"

Mu Tianxue and the three of them were stunned.

If this is disguised, how can it not be disguised with disgust, right?

Did you guess wrong?

Not a person from the Great Sun Sect, or even an enemy of the Great Sun Sect?

As soon as I think of this,

The three of them couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Fellow Daoist, the magic weapon and storage bag left by this thief ......"

The white-eyed old cultivator and Mu Tianxue glanced at each other and arched their hands: "Just hand it over to the Daoyou, this liao will be killed by the Daoyou, which is exactly like this." ”

Wednesday Yan felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't refute it out loud.

"Not necessarily."

Jiang Ding did not accept their kindness, and turned into a majestic and scorching sword light and flew towards the sky.

"The results of the battlefield here are mainly obtained by the three people, so naturally they should be handled by the three themselves."

"Don't leave it at that."

The shadow of the sword faded away until it was gone.

"Destroy Dao friends, true sword cultivation."

The white-eyed old cultivator praised and looked at Mu Tianxue opposite.

The atmosphere unconsciously became tense.

The enemy is gone, and the situation is different now.

Although there is a Qingling Dao Deed in hand, this is not an absolutely safe thing.

"That's it."

Mu Tianxue's face was expressionless, and she and the white-eyed old cultivator each divided the magic weapon and storage bag left by the Heavenly Madman, and disappeared in a bloody light.

The great enemies inside and outside Chu are gone.

With a little bit of her hands and feet, she can destroy the two veins of the Hundred Ghosts and Poison Zombies with the Blood Yu Clan, annex the entire Chu State, and gather the strength of a country to serve herself, and it may not be impossible to further cultivate.

She is only over 240 years old, and she still has a great way to go.

The white-eyed old cultivator watched the two sides go away, leaving only the side of the host of the Yue Kingdom.

Long

Let out a long sigh.

"Senior brother, now that the sect has regained its sight, and has signed a Qingling Dao contract with Mu Tianxue, foreign enemies are worry-free, but what else is there to worry about?"

Wednesday Yan said with relief.

"Why should my junior brother comfort me?"

The white-eyed old cultivator smiled bitterly: "The Six Dao Sect has died here in the late stage of Jindan, and it is unknown whether it will give up."

If you don't want to, it's okay to come to a lot of Jindan in the later stage, see it early, and you can escape with your life, if it's the old monster who is in ......"

"Won't it?"

"How could the old monster look down on this remote place, and how could he come all the way to deal with us and other ants?"

On Wednesday, Yan's complexion changed drastically.

"Who knows?"

"Maybe the old monster doesn't know where to go?"

The white-eyed old cultivator sighed.

"Let's wait for one or two hundred years."

"It's a good thing that the sect is revived again, but if the inheritance disciples are far away, they don't need to be summoned back, but it's a pity that my disciple died at the hands of a hundred ghosts, and the sect has no successors to worry about, so it is ...... to plan early."

……

The teleportation array vibrated and roared.

In the flickering white light, a young man in Tsing Yi disappeared.

After more than ten times of teleportation, he concealed his body and carefully flew out of the underground cave, and his divine sense swept away, which was the junction of the reckless mountains and forests and the yellow sand Gobi in the sky.

Slightly recognizable one or two, the invisible light speed was fast, and a few quarters of an hour later, it descended on the former site of Tushan Demon City.

Below, the walls of the palace collapsed, many stone houses were melted down, and the ground was pitch black, burned by the fire for a long time.

In the very center, the original place of the Demon Palace, has turned into a piece of solidified magma, and there is no longer any left.

However, it is not desolate.

In just a few months, a large number of birds, beasts, and demon clans have gathered here, many of them are of the level of demon generals, and even the cave-like shops of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce are still there, and they are still open.

A scene of gradual prosperity.

This is the place where the third-order high-grade spiritual veins are located!

Cultivating here, not to mention that the cultivation speed has increased several times, the possibility of breaking through to become a big demon is far more than in other places, and in the past, it was occupied by the three-tailed demon fox clan and the five-colored peacock clan.

Now that there is suddenly no owner, which demon cultivator is not impressed?

More than a month ago, a bloody battle broke out, and no one on all sides could help anyone, which formed a situation where seven or eight demon generals each occupied a cave to cultivate.

Jiang Ding's figure was hidden, and his faint sword intent and divine sense swept towards the city little by little.

In the west of the city, a slaughterhouse was set up to slaughter livestock and humans for the many demon generals gathered here, so as to satisfy the appetite of the appetite after cultivation.

There is a thousand-year-old tradition in this regard.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless.

"Outside the demon city, there must be a lot of captive human races, with the number of people, everything is fundamentally there, not rootless duckweed."

……

Lingbao Chamber of Commerce.

Among the cave-like shops.

"Shopkeeper."

The bearded Zhuji looked in the direction of the original Demon Palace, and his heart was itching: "This is a third-order high-grade spiritual vein!" Among my merchants, only a few clan elders in the Jindan Realm can enjoy it, but now it is occupied by seven or eight demon generals. ”

"Can you be willing?"

"If we don't say that we will occupy all this place, why should we also seize half of the cave mansion and give it to the brothers?"

His voice was not very beautiful, but it had a strong color of demagogy, and the hearts of the five or six foundation building monks around him were on fire, and their hearts were aroused.

Third-order high-grade spiritual veins!

This is something that can only be enjoyed by the strong in Jindan Zhenren, and it can be used as the heritage of a race.

Cultivating on them, without any panacea, could easily increase their cultivation speed by more than several times.

If you can occupy it for ten years, it is idle to break through the small realm.

"Don't go!"

The middle-aged Confucian said in a deep voice: "Third-order high-grade spiritual veins, this is something that a few of our foundation building monks can touch?"

This empty situation will not last, and after the surrounding sect melee is over, there will inevitably be Jin Dan who will come to receive his loot. ”

"Just imagine, if you see a few juniors occupying their lair, what will happen to this senior?"

"How?"

The surrounding Tsukiki imagined this kind of scene and shivered.

"We are the descendants of the Lingbao Shang clan, and we may not be able to ...... it"

The bearded man is unwilling to build a foundation.

Tsukiki shook his head.

Although the Shang clan is strong, they will not send Jin Dan all the way to do anything for the sake of a few foundation building monks.

If any junior who has been wronged is called like this, where will Jin Dan still have time to cultivate.

Instead, he became a busy slave of the juniors.

How is this possible?

Whoever dares to think like this must be ready to die without a place to be buried, not just a few words of uncle and it will be fine.

Sonor!

A clear sword roar appeared in the city.

Then came the sound of scolding, roars, the explosion of spells, the shrill sound of weapons clashing, one after another.

After a breath,

It was the sound of heavy objects constantly falling to the ground, and everything calmed down.

"Won't ...... how"

The bearded Tsukuji swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a chill ran down his spine.

The foundations of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce hurriedly flew out of the shop.

But behold, in the midst of the sky,

A young man in Tsing Yi silently watched everything in the city.

A circle of corpses of demon generals and demons spread around, hundreds, and the thick smell of blood spread outward, making the city return to its former quietness.

(End of chapter)