Jiang Ding's hand moved, and in the white ash in the sky, the sporadic blood light converged, converging into a blood-turning divine knife with dim aura.

Generally speaking, after the death of the master, the natal magic weapon will also be severely damaged, and the aura will be completely dimmed.

Even if you spend a lot of effort to re-cultivate, you can only barely downgrade and use it, and you can't advance an inch for the rest of your life.

But this Blood Transformation Divine Knife is a little stronger.

"Blood Spirit Eucharist...... Nine Lives. ”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Recalling the memories of the Blood Spirit Holy Body in Mu Tianxue's Sea of Knowledge, and comparing it with the ancient books in the Xianmen Library: "This body and spirit are so dead that they can't die anymore, and they can't be condensed again in five hundred years." ”

"In other words, she still has eight lives, and I don't know where they are scattered."

"If necessary, refine this natal blood knife into an introduction, search a realm, and find out the other eight Mu Tianxue and kill them one by one...... I'll talk about it when I have time. ”

The Blood Transformation Divine Knife shuddered, and the blade curled up, shrinking from the size of a palm to the size of a thumb, trying to become smaller.

"Spiritually good."

Jiang Ding picked up a thumb-sized blood knife, threw it into a jade box, and applied layers of seals.

Now the gas is almost gone.

Mu Tianxue had better not bump into his hands again, otherwise he would refine a large number of drones, each with his breath to lock the magic weapon, and search the entire Northern Plains for decades or hundreds of years at most, to ensure that every needle can be found.

It's all done.

Jiang Ding looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, and suddenly hesitated and hesitated.

"Let's go to Kitahara."

"I need at least more than 30 million low-grade spirit stones and a large number of priority materials such as gold and bronze stones every year, which is simply not something that can be filled by occasional donations from well-wishers.

Xianmen loans can only solve a temporary urgency, and they have to be repaid, and Xianmen is very poor...... There must be a solid area of domination. ”

"Go and kill the Raven True Monarch!"

"In this way, I can send lasting peace and stability to the entire land of the Three Kingdoms."

After a long time, he made up his mind.

The blue electromagnetic light flashed, disappeared more than ten kilometers away, and then flashed, completely disappeared.

More than ten days later,

Jiang Ding came to the dividing line between the Tuguo Forest and the Wuling Gobi, and took one last look at this place where he had lived for more than a hundred years.

Actually, there is nothing nostalgic.

The people I know, Huang Deyou of Dongling Mansion, Zhendong Hou Tang Wang and others have been dead for I don't know how many years, Gong Caiyu, Han Lin, Li Qingyun and other only few people are forced to flee to the Beiyuan Immortal Cultivation Realm.

In this land, among the billions of living beings, there is nothing old.

"I'll be back."

Jiang Ding had no nostalgia and plunged headlong into the reckless spiritless Gobi.

……

The yellow sand was piled up everywhere, and the wind blew endlessly.

Jiang Ding hid his figure, silently flying in the sky, occasionally the blue light flickered, and appeared more than ten kilometers away over the tornado-like yellow sand storm.

These tornadoes are simply ubiquitous, appearing and disappearing suddenly, and each appearance can bring a great threat to the Jindan monks.

What's even more terrifying is that there is no aura around, and every spell casting requires a lot of mana, which cannot be replenished from the outside world, and can only be recovered by absorbing spirit stones, and the power of the spell is almost halved.

If the storm encounters too much, it is not uncommon for Brother Jindan to die.

At this point, it was already half a month later.

Jiang Ding went deep into the Spiritless Gobi, no, it should be called the Spiritless Desert tens of thousands of kilometers now, a very long distance, but as far as the eye can see, there is still yellow sand in the sky, nothing has changed, it seems to last forever.

"It will take about two years to get to the Northern Plains, but I can't use all my time to travel, and I can't afford to take a class in cultivating the Flying Sword...... About six years. ”

Jiang Ding calculated in his heart.

Ordinary Jindan monks, if they rush with all their might, they will be able to get out of this spiritless desert in about fifteen years, and the flying boat of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce is about the same.

He was much faster, but he avoided the main road for fear of an ambush on the other side, so the road would be much longer, and he would encounter more storms and dangers.

Of course, the danger was only for Brother Jindan, and for him, it was only a waste of a year or two.

"Half a month, the time is up."

An alarm clock rang in the sea of Jiang Ding's divine soul.

He walked only fifteen days at a time.

The figure vanished.

……

The peaks of Silverlight Mountain float in the air.

It moves irregularly within a certain range, and the sun god tree on it is brilliant and luxuriant, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the great sun within a range of tens of kilometers, rolling up a turbulent aura storm.

It lasts for three months and slowly stops.

"Mana has improved a bit."

Jiang Ding looked at the dantian inward.

In the lake of dantian, the mana accumulated to a third of the way and got a little closer.

"Affected by the hurry, the speed of mana accumulation has slowed down, and the time to break through the middle stage of Jindan will be delayed by a few years...... Nothing was a problem. ”

"The next two months are the sacrifice of the flying sword."

Jiang Ding's consciousness withdrew from the dantian, and his eyes looked at the smooth mirror-like ground, stacked like a hill of pure iron ingots and pure aluminum ingots, each with more than forty tons.

"Today is No. 21 heptane gold with miscellaneous grains to supplement trace elements."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He took out the Sun Yan Crystal and Moon Creek Crystal that had consumed a lot, and spit out a mouthful of burning azure Dan fire, taking over the flame of Sun Yan Crystal, the temperature rose suddenly, and the strong flame sword intent aura spread.

The Sun God Wood that pierced into the sky disintegrated, and in the midst of the spiritual light in the sky, a blue flying sword appeared and fell on the flames, turning red little by little.

Let go of the protection of the sword body, take the initiative to cooperate, and under the calcination of the Danhuo and the Sunyan Crystal Fire of the same source for more than ten days, the whole body of the Taiqing Flying Sword became red and entered a critical state.

Not far away, dozens of tons of iron and aluminum ingots flew in at this time, and they were continuously refined in the sound of Zizi, extracting the essence beyond the limits of ordinary materials, and dozens of tons were refined, leaving only a drop the size of a soybean.

"Hurry!"

Jiang Ding pinched the law decision, pulled the essence of iron and aluminum, and merged the energy of Gengjin that was synthesized on the 21st, using the three as ink, divine consciousness and mana as the pen, silently reciting the trick of "Dari Tianchi Sword Refining Method", and carved a subtle sun god ban on the sword body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, which was linked with the original forbidden lines, and then spread in all directions.

The essence of iron, aluminum, and gold spread in all directions with the tip of the pen, further refining the sword body and strengthening the tenacity and sharpness of the sword body itself.

Two months later, the last one fell.

Airplanes!

The forbidden lines of the Dao Sun God were activated, flashing dense and scorching hot lines, and the light gathered towards the center, undergoing complex and rapid changes.

Moments later, a geothermal ban was formed.

"The twelfth earth forbidden has been made."

Jiang Ding stroked the red sword body all over his body, and the mana and the high temperature touched it, making a sizzling sound.

Airplanes!

Inside the sword body, the twelve earth demon prohibitions resonated and resonated at this time, blooming with each other, colluding with each other, and the mana was unimpeded in it, forming a whole.

After a long time, it calmed down, and the aura of the sword went to the next level.

"In terms of prohibition, the medium-grade magic weapon is a step forward from the baby treasure."

Jiang Ding said happily.

After admiring it for a moment, his mind moved, and Yuexi Jing revealed an opening, and the cold white mist containing the Taiyin sword intent poured into the red Taiqing Flying Sword.

In the sound of sizzling, the sword body was refined, the dark wounds were repaired, and the twelfth Great Sun Divine Forbidden was completely stabilized.

(End of chapter)