The statue collapsed and fell, and the soul was destroyed.

The surrounding thousands of miles of yellow sand and the land of the absolute spirit collapsed layer by layer, revealing the Fallen Void Ancestor Hall in the incense clouds.

Jiang Ding untied the shackles of gossip and broke the forbidden array.

"Whirring ......"

A large group of Jindan peak monks fell to the earth like falling leaves, regardless of the middle and late stages of Jindan, regardless of whether they were arrogant or not, their faces were pale, their meridians were in severe pain, and their qi and blood were empty.

Obviously, the formation had calculated their squeezing, and it was extremely accurate, and it just drew twelve percent of their mana and divine sense.

No more, no less, stuck in permanent damage, falling off the critical line of repair.

No monk dared to complain, glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi in the sky and the fragments of statues all over the ground in awe, sat cross-legged, and quickly entered a state of healing, so that the precarious and collapsing Jindan Daoji stabilized.

Jiang Ding is the same, closing his eyes in the sky to recuperate and recover his mana.

This battle is indeed a bit difficult.

A character like Shuoyang Tianjun, even if it is just a wisp of a split soul, is a bit too much for him to be a clone, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will die and his soul will be destroyed.

"Ten thousand years later, are you still alive?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself in his heart.

The lifespan of the god-transforming monk is 10,000 years, plus this person has become famous 10,000 years ago, and the time to be promoted to the god-transforming is much earlier.

Time has passed, and it should have reached the end of the day.

Even if there is a longevity pill or something like that, not to mention that the small world is barren and difficult to produce life-prolonging pills and heavenly treasures at the level of the gods, even if there is, it will only prolong life for one or two thousand years, and it will also be dead.

"Ascend to a higher realm?"

Jiang Ding thought of a possibility, and his heart jumped.

"No, it's not possible."

"Not to mention inheritance, it is only a small realm, and there is no soil for promotion and refining at all, it is like a flower pot, it is impossible to grow a towering tree.

Pure material and nutrition are not enough, cultivating immortals is not an idealistic fantasy, and must follow the constraints of the rules of reality. ”

For example, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, at its peak, dominates the situation in the realm, defeating the Eight Great Immortal Sects to the point that the sect is closed and the small realm is not out, and the small realm directly controlled by it is at least more than two hundred.

But even so, it can meet the needs of promotion and refinement, and it still needs to accumulate at least 10,000 years.

It can be seen that it is difficult to go to the higher realm.

It's not that you are peerless or anything, the material foundation must exist before the next step is possible.

Although Shuoyang Tianjun is invincible in the realm, it is far from enough.

"Sleep?"

"There is a glimmer of possibility, this world is not an ordinary small world, there may be related secret techniques, but it must not be in the peak state, it will take at least hundreds of years to recover, there is nothing to fear."

Jiang Ding went through all the possibilities one by one, and his heart was at ease.

When hundreds of years have passed, it's hard to say who will run away.

Let go of all distractions, cultivate your soul and mana with all your might, and enter a state of semi-retreat.

In front of the Ancestor Hall of the Luoxu Sect, it fell into a very quiet state, only the whirring wind blew, and there was no noise.

It lasted for more than half a month.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked around.

The surrounding Six Dao Holy Sons, Blood Liuyun and others had already completed their healing, and they stood respectfully on the side, not daring to urge anything.

Half a month is not a long time for Brother Jindan, just to recover some superficial injuries, recover some mana, and have basic self-preservation power.

But all the Jindan monks couldn't wait to finish their cultivation, and from time to time they looked at the fragments of the Bright Gold Statue around them, especially the fourth-order part with a pure and sharp aura.

There were also people who looked at the hall of the Fallen Void Sect Patriarch with covetousness, guessing what earth-shattering treasures would be in it.

If it were an ordinary person, the crowd would not be so excited and eager to do so.

What kind of treasure, inheritance, has always been owned by a few top powerhouses, and everyone is used to it, this is the practice of the immortal cultivation world, and a few powerhouses have most of the things

However, this one is different!

Many of the things he personally promised, at least for now, show no signs of being violated, which has to be reminiscent.

"It seems that fellow Daoists can't wait."

Jiang Ding stood up, nodded slightly, and his divine sense swept in all directions.

Suddenly

Within a radius of tens of kilometers, many Yaojin fragments flew from all directions.

Some are as big as houses, some are as fine as dust, regardless of size and grade, all of them fly here and fall to the ground, forming a humanoid statue that is a hundred feet high, and the shape of Shuoyang Tianjun can be faintly seen.

The Holy Son of the Six Daos, Hei Lou Xi and the others looked into the distance a little uncomfortably.

The Beiyuan family, regardless of the right path of the devil, attaches great importance to filial piety, which is its political correctness, and many high-ranking monks also sincerely agree that there is no ancestor, and there is no self today.

The statue of the ancestors, which has been desecrated to this point, should be guarded desperately and will not stop until they kill all the enemies.

How......

The Six Dao Holy Sons just looked away, and they didn't make any movement at all.

"Thirty percent of them belong to me."

Jiang Ding said lightly and looked at the monks around him.

"Naturally!"

"Lord Tu Shan, Gao Yi!"

"Admire ...... below"

Baimei Zhenren and others were ecstatic, and they promised and flattered endlessly, and they were all sincere, and they didn't feel numb.

Because it's close to the truth.

Many Jin Dan asked themselves, so many Yaojin, among which there are many fourth-order heaven and earth treasures, if they are themselves, they must not be given to others, especially a group of weak people who are not in the same heart.

The weak eat the strong, this is the natural principle of cultivating immortals.

"Very good."

Jiang Ding nodded, and with a wave of his hand, pieces of Yaojin on the Yaojin statue flew out, a large pile of the third order, and a small pile of the fourth order, suspended in the air.

Ordered many Jindan monks to scan them one by one with their divine senses, and after confirming their weight and quality, they collected thirty percent of them.

These things, worth more than a billion lower-grade spirit stones, are rare materials that are rare in the outside world, and they are very suitable for refining flying swords.

Everyone looked at the rest of Yaojin with fiery eyes.

"Next, it's yours."

Jiang Ding didn't talk nonsense, threw out a jade book, carefully burned some information, and distributed it to everyone.

Many Jin Dan hurriedly took the jade book and stared at it with bated breath.

Han Lin also took the jade scroll that flew in front of him with both hands, and his divine sense poured into it.

Above is a ranking, and at the top, the name of the Burning Sun Sword Lieshan comes into view.

"Meritorious first, Lieshan."

"The Lord departs from the hexagram, sorts out the formation, reconciles all Vientiane, and adds three hundred meritorious deeds; Jindan peak, meritorious service plus ten; The nineteenth breath of the formation operation assists in the formation of the sword of the fire hexagram, and the meritorious service is increased by thirty; When the formation collapsed, he took the lead in responding to the reorganization of the formation, and his meritorious service was increased by eighty ......"

Under the name of Lieshan of the Lieyang Sword, a line of spiritual text is engraved with his merits, and in each line of words, there are pictures attached, which is the reason for the other party's words and deeds in the battle, and the reason for the meritorious service, without any mistakes.

So detailed?

Han Lin's heart was shocked inexplicably.

"Lieshan, four hundred and forty-seven meritorious deeds, reward the third-order Yaojin ......, reward the fourth-order Yaojin......"

"Meritorious second, Yin Dao."

"Jindan's peak meritorious service is added by ten; The main trigram is worth three hundred meritorious deeds; …… Shaken, the first to collapse, the slowest to recover the response, minus sixty ......"

"Three hundred and fifty-five meritorious deeds, reward the third-order Yaojin ......"

The second Six Dao Saint Son and the Blazing Sun Saint Son were originally not much different, but the other party made a mistake in the battle, so there was a lot of difference.

"Meritorious third, blood flowing clouds, meritorious service two hundred and fifty-seven, reward Yaojin ......"

By the third, merit had suddenly dropped dramatically.

Han Lin looked carefully, the picture of the divine consciousness on each line of meritorious feats passed by, and compared the two former, he found that the level of this monarch's formation was too poor, far from being able to compare with the Six Dao Saint Son and the Burning Sun Sword Son, and it was all supported by the strength of the Quasi-Yuan Infant Rank to the third.

(End of chapter)