The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Luoxu Sect is a huge octagonal tower.

The tower is 600 zhang high, with a total of six floors, and eight sharp corners reach into the sky, faintly flickering in the void formation.

"There is a formation."

"The Yuanying level formation may also pose a major threat to the Yuanying peak cultivators."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

As a fourth-order mid-grade array mage, a formation mage from a realm overlord-level force, his judgment was beyond doubt.

In terms of the breadth and refinement of knowledge alone, the fourth-order peak array mages in this world could not be compared to him.

"Damaged by external forces, not completely."

Jiang Ding looked at the top of the tower and said.

Although it is quite well preserved, but look closely, you can still see the remnants of a small half, maybe 10,000 years ago 600 zhang above, there is still a scripture pavilion on the six floors, but I don't know whether it was seven floors or eight floors.

They seemed to have been destroyed in an instant by a massive force, and the remaining fractures were so smooth and neat that no trace of them was once there without looking closely.

"Comprehensive Estimation ......"

Jiang Ding's divine sense carefully scanned the Scripture Pavilion in front of him, and from time to time he played one spell after another, one by one professional ancient style breaking formation magic weapons, and made a comprehensive assessment of the formation in front of him.

Long.

"The fourth-order lower grade formation is probably equivalent to the strength of a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant."

As soon as this result came out, Jiang Ding frowned.

The strength of the early stage of the infant.

It's no problem to change the body, but it's quite difficult for him to be a clone, and in the face of the Yuanying Monk, it takes luck to escape, let alone face the enemy head-on.

Unless according to the characteristics of the formation, design and refine targeted formation-breaking magic weapons, but there are no relevant materials and manpower here, and the time consumption is not much more.

"No,"

"Manned."

Jiang Ding suddenly muttered to himself.

Sonor!

A sword roared, and a sharp sound wave spread in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent of the Soul Destroying Law shrouded dozens of kilometers through the electromagnetic waves of the Divine Sense, and a huge will descended on all the Jindan monks in this range.

Seeing that the battle situation was not right, the sense of smell was extremely keenary, and the more than 100 Jindan monks who fled like wandering hyenas stiffened and showed a look of horror.

This sword intent is not very powerful.

After all, it was scattered over more than a hundred monks of the same rank, and it was not enough to imprison the Jindan monks and keep them moving.

What really stopped them was a faint sword mark on the soul, as well as a word.

"Fellow Daoists, meet for the first time."

"I want to inform one or two that the first ten Daoists to leave this place sixty miles will die."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, plain and indifferent, without murderous intent, and patiently explained: "The crime is to slaughter mortals and low-level monks. ”

"Please rest assured, if there are no such crimes, I will release them, and find someone to fill ten places."

"Never, reversing black and white."

"Won't turn black and white upside down?"

"Bullshit!"

More than 100 Jindan monks scolded in their hearts, not believing this promise at all.

Mana and divine consciousness worked wildly, constantly rushing towards the sword intent imprint in the divine soul, trying to eliminate it.

For a long time, it was of no use.

No matter how many, no matter how huge the divine soul and mana washed over, it couldn't make the sword intent imprint fade by half a point.

"Fellow Daoists, please come over and talk about it."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

Over the years, he has gotten along with the monks of the immortal cultivation realm a lot, and he has gradually figured out ways to live in harmony with them.

More than 100 Jindan monks stared at each other, their divine senses looked around, and they even focused their attention on their hearts, ready to burn their essence and blood at any time to escape.

No one made a move.

It seems that nothing has been heard.

Sonor!

Jiang Ding didn't talk nonsense, drew his sword, raised his eyes to inspect the four directions, and a little bit of killing intent bloomed: "Everyone, do you have to force me to kill?" ”

"You are chaotic and disorderly, there is no military formation, you are scattered with each other, you don't even know each other at all, do you really think you can escape?"

"Fellow Daoists, this place of the Fallen Void Sect doesn't seem to be big......"

His voice was cold.

"Don't dare!"

Many Jindan monks subconsciously beat a spirit.

They don't think they're cheating.

The ruler real person who can kill the rule mountain, this person can do this!

You must know that the real person of the ruler is the existence of the rules and regulations of the mountain and the iron family, second only to the righteous path Tianjiao rule.

Its reputation is huge, and in the battle with the Great Sun Sect, he doesn't know how many law cultivators, sword cultivators, and internal handling of thieves is also ruthless.

Many Demon Dao Jindan with foreign surnames are even more afraid of it than the rules.

Such a person simply died in the hands of this sword cultivator.

"I'll come here later."

Under the coercion of the huge sword intent and the shroud of killing intent, there was finally a Jindan early stage monk who couldn't bear it, his legs and feet were weak, and he flew towards this side tremblingly, with a deep head at a distance of more than 100 meters, and stood still.

Jiang Ding let go of the coercion of the sword intent.

The Jindan monk loosened his body, bowed again, and stood honestly.

"What about you?"

Jiang Ding looked at the others calmly.

The gaze is no longer murderous, no longer coercive, and the gaze has even become gentle and friendly.

Perhaps, one or two heads are needed.

It's simple.

Monks in the north plains, rules and regulations, innocent monks are not easy to find, and there are innocent and bloody Jindan monks everywhere, whoever chooses one.

Since these people have killed people, they should have no regrets when they are killed by him now.

"Fellow Daoists, slow down!"

Somehow, seeing him like this, many Jindan monks panicked in their hearts, and a chill rose from the bottom of their feet, pouring into their backs and heads, and the whole person was extremely cold.

"I've seen Daoyou!"

"Come here next."

"Fellow Daoist wait for a while, the special steps in the next exercise are slower, please bear with me......"

In an instant, a large group of Jindan monks flew towards here, scrambling to be the first, lest they fall behind, and they were deeply embarrassed at an interval of more than 100 meters, bending their waists for a large part.

Extremely smart.

It is worthy of the Beiyuan scattered cultivation who struggled to survive under the suppression of the family.

"Fellow Daoists, they are really helpful cultivators."

Jiang Ding's gaze really softened, and a smile appeared on his face: "Please come, it's just a small matter that needs help." ”

"Don't worry, it won't be in vain, there will be enough remuneration, and you won't be disappointed."

His attitude was superb.

These Jindan monks are useful.

In the future, if he is in charge of a piece of land in the Northern Plains, he will need people to guard a large area of grassland in order to gather a large number of spiritual stones and heavenly treasures.

Tu Shan's maid group does not have such ability for the time being.

Now, you can start by planting a small seed.

"I've seen Tushan Daoyou."

A Jindan peak monk with white hair and beard took a bold step and asked respectfully, "I don't know what a big deal it is, but if it is useful to us, I will definitely do my best to complete it for the Daoists." ”

This person is the real person with white eyebrows.

"White-eyed Taoist friends, I haven't seen you for many years, but your demeanor is still the same."

Jiang Ding stood up and bowed slightly.

Tu Shan Jian Xiu, who had hunted the Heavenly Madness Daoist with Bai Mei Zhenren more than a hundred years ago, was also considered an old man, so he naturally would not ignore it.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The white-eyed real person waved his hand again and again, and he was flattered in front of a monk of the same rank.

"Things, naturally, are related to this scripture pavilion."

Jiang Ding didn't ask why the other party was not in the Blood Cloud Eighteen Cavalry, it had nothing to do with him, pointed to the octagonal tower in front of him, and said lightly: "You need to follow our orders and break through this formation." ”

"Reward, for the possibility of transcribing a Scripture."

"You can have any book, but you can only choose one."

(End of chapter)