Jiang Ding hid his figure again, closed his eyes, and began to gaze at Zhihai in the person of the sword master.

In the corner of the sea, there are more than two hundred scattered Heavenly Light Radiant Yang Dao Soldier Flying Swords.

Obviously, the development of the Tushan Maiden Group has been affected over the years, but it is still in the process of self-expansion, like a hidden sect.

The breath, most of which are in the late stage of foundation building and the peak realm.

Only a small number of them were in the early and middle stages of foundation building, and they were latecomers who were replaced after the death of the maids.

It is not uncommon to build the pinnacle of the foundation, about forty or fifty maids.

This is normal, their worst qualifications are all those with excellent comprehension in the double spirit root and the third spirit root, and they are cultivating exercises like the "Tianguang Yaoyang Sword Codex", and the resources of the second order are not very lacking, after more than a hundred years, it is not surprising that they have cultivated to the current realm.

Not to mention, the earliest one hundred and forty-four maids were personally taught by Tu Shan Jianxiu to impart knowledge of cultivation.

Although the number of maids at the peak of the foundation is large, there are still strong and weak.

The strongest is the three flying sword phantoms that contain the will of spring, summer, and autumn, and they are friendly with the thirty-six flying swords of the Heavenly Light and Bright Yang Dao soldiers, and their breath is blended together.

At this time, the three flying swords were uncertain, sometimes the breath fell to a situation that was not as good as the early stage of foundation building, and sometimes the breath suddenly soared, comparable to the weaker Jin Dan, which was uncertain.

"Are they getting married?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his mind sinking into the phantom of the three flying swords.

A flower in front of my eyes.

Everything in front of him became hazy, and after a while, a verdant grassland, a low mountain, surrounded by spiritual energy, was an obvious third-order spiritual vein.

There were hundreds of breaths of the Heavenly Light Shining Sun Sword around.

Faintly perceiving the aura of the thunder tribulation, Jiang Ding did not choose to enter the perspective of the three strongest people, but chose a maid at random and paid more attention to her.

……

Horseshoe Mountain.

This is the edge of the Black Clan's Black Snow Prairie, adjacent to the grassland of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Of course, it's just a neighbor of a remote sect.

The competition between the big forces mainly appeared in the center of the Northern Plains, where the royal court was located, which was the center of the Northern Plains spiritual veins, and many earth dragons converged, giving birth to a large number of fourth-order middle-grade, fourth-order high-grade, and even fourth-order top-level spiritual veins.

Since ancient times, the heroes who have dominated the fate of the northern plains were born in the royal court.

Here in Horseshoe Mountain, it is the edge of the black snow prairie, with a third-order mid-grade spiritual vein, and the monks of the Hei Clan's Jindan lineage are divided here and sit in one place.

This practice lasted for thousands of years and was called the Horseshoe Clan by the surrounding monks.

This kind of practice and order was originally very stable.

The descendant Jin Dan sits everywhere, and in addition to cultivating, he rules a place, collects spirit stones, picks elixirs, excavates spirit mines, intercepts thirty percent by himself, and hands over seventy percent to the clan, and lives a peaceful life without a trace of waves.

There is quite a bit of an idyllic look like that the sun rises and the sun sets.

Of course, this is for the lineage monks.

This idyllic and quiet life is often seen in the literary and artistic works created by the monks of the Kitahara lineage.

From time to time, he lost his position in the political struggle within the clan, and was exiled to a remote place to get a descendant of the Jindan monks, who had no way to advance, and could only place his affection in the mountains and rivers, and created many brilliant artistic achievements.

Like what are the popular poems such as "Holding Chrysanthemums" and "Qingquan", known as the rule of the sage of calligraphy, and Yin Tiancong of the painting saint...... These people, even the adversary, had to admit their talent.

This leisurely, peaceful, and boring life lasted for nearly 10,000 years.

From more than two hundred years ago, it was broken.

To this day, after the 200-year war, peace has become a luxury.

In the center of the Black Snow Prairie, near the Animal Spirit Immortal City, the surrounding area is okay and orderly.

At the edge of the grassland, from time to time, there were descendants and side Jindan monks who died inexplicably, and it took a long time for the Animal Spirit Immortal City to get the news.

Here, too.

On Horseshoe Mountain, there was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere, collapsed houses, broken ground, smoke rising from time to time, and the embers never burned out.

Up and down the mountain, it was extremely quiet, only the wind of hunting was blowing, but it couldn't take away the smell of blood here, and it was confined here, cut off from the outside world.

Tightly sealed, shielded inside and out.

Eyes zoomed in again.

One hundred and eight female cultivators of the foundation wore long swords at their waists and stood quietly.

They were wearing cyan Taoist skirts, covered with light veils, and they couldn't see their appearances, each standing on the node of the spiritual vein, their body breath faintly connected, exuding a terrifying overall aura.

They stood motionless, tall and tall like green pines, completely oblivious to the corpses and the smell of blood around them.

suddenly

A tall Tsukiki nun closed her eyes.

A moment later,

Her eyes opened, her gaze was as calm as a lake, and her aura suddenly changed dramatically, sharp, cold, and even faintly with the smell of breaking the spirit annihilation.

"Sister Tao'er, you ......"

The surrounding Zhuji nuns' bodies trembled in unison, and instinctively looked at the location of the tall nuns.

"Meet, master!"

After confirming for a moment, the Zhuji nuns knelt on one knee in unison, the cyan skirt covered the ground, and the voices of warblers and swallows were connected, echoing in the spiritual veins of Horseshoe Mountain, where no living beings survived.

Jiang Ding did not answer them.

His consciousness expanded, staring at the surrounding corpses, the surrounding spiritual veins, and the undissipated smell of blood in the air.

In the sword heart induction,

The former kindness and admiration of many maids have now dissipated most of them, and have turned into awe, respect, and a faint hint of fear and unwillingness.

Time, at intervals of decades, is enough to change a lot of things.

Nothing remains the same over time.

"Get up."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

"Yes!"

Many maids in green skirts stood up and looked nervously at the tall woman in the center.

Many of the Zhuji nuns who joined later were a little curious, and secretly glanced at this legendary but never-before-seen master with their spare eyes, and quickly looked away.

"Tell me about the situation here."

Jiang Ding asked.

There was an unusual movement of troops here without his consent.

Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that he was in the Falling Void Sect at that time and couldn't accept the message.

However, the emergence of independent, warlord tendencies is unmistakable.

The killing aspect is also true.

There is a habit of expanding the killing range and approaching the native monks who regard mortals and low-ranking monks as ants.

"The host ......"

The Tsukiki nuns glanced at each other, panicking in their hearts, and after a while, three nuns came out with a hard head.

"Spring Jian, the first maid of spring, Shang Gong, the first maid of autumn, Shang Yun, the first maid of summer, needs spiritual land to break through the golden pill.

Therefore, we chose a suitable place, gathered together, and suppressed the Black Clan's unrighteous people with a Dao army formation, so that the light could descend on this grassland. ”

"The original people here ......"

The three Tsukiji nuns secretly glanced upward.

"Two early Jindan monks of the Black Clan of Horseshoe Mountain and dozens of foundation building monks...... stubborn, unwilling to wash his face and become a monk again. ”

"So we've done some, little cleaning up here."

(End of chapter)