The land of the Three Kingdoms is probably not dangerous.

It is too remote, it is impossible for Yuanying Zhenjun to stay for a long time, the resources of the second and third orders are almost useless to Yuanying Zhenjun, and not any force has an immortal path industry that synthesizes high-level resources.

However, it is better not to take the risk or not to take the risk.

Jiang Ding's body continued to fly towards the Spiritless Desert, he would look for a random place, and then dive deep underground, even if the Heavenly Monarch of the Transformation God did not want to find him.

Communication with the outside world is carried out by means of a strictly encrypted teleportation array.

This is not the end.

After a few years, he will leave here, and those who want to stay are destined to be disappointed.

The other Jiang Ding, a young man in Tsing Yi with a handsome face, wearing a long sword at his waist, did not hide anything, and walked towards Tushan Immortal City step by step.

Soon after.

"Long time no see."

Jiang Ding looked at the immortal city in front of him, revealing a trace of trance.

There are many immortal cities, and there are also many immortal cities in the northern plains, many of which are more majestic and magnificent than the immortal cities in front of them, but if you talk about the city with the deepest feelings, it is still here.

Every grass, tree, brick and tile here was built and born under his gaze.

After more than ten kilometers, I came to the bottom of the fairy city.

There were people coming and going around the monks, and there were all the monks who built the foundation and practiced qi, and from time to time some people looked at this brand-new young man's face with the greedy eyes of a fat sheep.

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't make a move, and turned to look for other targets that seemed easier to get by.

The elderly, the child, the crippled, walking alone in the wilderness.

This represents danger in the eyes of many seasoned monks.

Jiang Ding didn't care about the greed of the monks around him, and his divine sense swept dozens of kilometers in all directions, making a simple assessment.

"Public security has deteriorated dramatically, and there are people killing people and grabbing treasures in such a close area within ten kilometers of Xiancheng."

"There are a lot of demon cultivators, and it is not uncommon to devour souls and refine treasures in broad daylight, and to refine magic weapons with the flesh and blood of monks, etc., and others are accustomed to it...... It's a city that's friendly to demon cultivators. ”

Jiang Ding thought.

Decades have passed, and almost all the Qi cultivators around him have changed, and there is not a single one in his memory.

Some of the Zhuji monks are familiar with each other, and there are records in the Zhihai database, and some of them are not at all, and they should be from other places or newly born from the Qi cultivation monks.

However, no matter who it was, there was no reaction after seeing him, and he didn't know him back then, but he just appeared within the scope of his divine sense.

Decades have passed, the city is no longer what it used to be, many things have changed, and no one will remember a person who does not matter to their lives.

Immediately followed by the foundation building qi cultivators lined up to enter the city.

On the city wall, there are all kinds of heads, and there are monks who practice qi to build the golden pill, all of them have hideous faces and bloody faces, all of them are monks who violated the law of the Hei clan's Tushan Immortal City, and they were beheaded and hung in public.

Jiang Ding stared at one face for a moment, falling into memory.

This head seems to be called Li Mingda?

At the peak of the foundation realm, he was introduced into the Seven Feathers Sect from the rivers and lakes of Yue Country back then, and he also guarded the spirit mine together, and he had one or two points of incense.

Calculating his age, he is almost close to the age limit of two hundred and fifty, and it is the time to look back on his life and enjoy his old age in peace.

Now, he was beheaded and hung on the city wall, where his soul was imprisoned and tormented day and night by demonic fire until it was scattered decades later.

Jiang Ding sighed.

"Those who capture and kill the remnants of the Seven Feather Sect and the remnants of the Blood Slaughter Hall will be rewarded with heavy rewards, and they will be given a VIP order to Tushan Immortal City!"

"If there are two remnants of sins who surrender themselves, the guilt can be exonerated and the immortal city will be reused."

At the gates of the city,

A bearded monk said in a loud voice, staring at the monks with a fierce gaze.

All those who were targeted by his gaze were all shocked, and they all showed respectful and flattering expressions, lowered their heads, and did not dare to resist in the slightest.

"It seems that something has happened recently that has made those in power here nervous."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept away, and he got information from the transmissions of many monks.

"The Blue Fire Old Demon has attacked the third-order spirit mine in Immortal City again."

There was a divine consciousness transmission from the Zhuji monk and his companions, and they said in horror: "Up and down the spirit mine, the monks of the Hei clan and the monks stationed in Xiancheng were all dead and burned to ashes. ”

"Alas, since the departure of the two old city lords, the immortal city has been in a lot of chaos, and the remnants of the two hidden sects have become active again."

"When is the head, no matter which side gains power, it is us casual cultivators who die......"

"This ghost Xu San, who fights people, when the old men of the Black Clan don't like to use you, Lao Tzu will definitely ......"

The voices of the monks were as clear as chatter on the street.

"Green Fire Old Demon ......"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

In this world, there is no shortage of outstanding people.

As long as the soil is there, time passes, there will be a steady stream of high-level monks born, and fierce beasts will begin to find their own hunting grounds, especially after the Hei clan sent a large number of monks from Tushan Immortal City to participate in the battle of concubines.

Among the many monks who bowed their heads, the young man in Tsing Yi with a calm expression was particularly eye-catching.

Many monks who bowed their heads looked at him gloatingly, wondering to themselves where best to hide if there was a dispute, so as not to let the blood spill on them.

"Who are you?"

"Isn't it the remnant of the Seven Feathers Sect? Give me ......."

The bearded monk, the later stage of the foundation known as the ghost head Xu San, stared coldly at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, and was about to order his subordinates to arrest him, and casually deduct a crime and send him to the black prison.

My heart suddenly burst and I was extremely cold.

It's like a rabbit encountering a tiger, its brain is blank, and its body and soul are instinctively stiff and cold, unable to move.

This instinct is so strong that it even transcends reason.

"Take it for me!"

The ghost head Xu San reacted, roared angrily, and two pairs of ghost hands like iron arms stretched out, grabbed a monk with a level of qi cultivation in front of the young man in Tsing Yi, and said sharply: "Are you the remnant of the Seven Feather Sect?" ”

This first-level Qi cultivator is twenty or thirty years old, dressed as a chivalrous man, and at first glance he is a chick who has gotten the magic of the Dharma from the mortal world and came to look for the fairy fate.

"Immortal...... Immortal Master,"

The knight's face turned pale, and he stammered: "I, I'm not a remnant of the Seven Feathers Sect, I'm really not a ......."

Under the pressure of the Zhuji monks, his mind was blank, his past pride and ambition, and the fight on the rivers and lakes completely forgot to be clean, his body was constantly shaking, and there were faint urine stains on his trouser legs.

"Isn't it?"

"It's good if not."

The ghost head Xu San's face softened, and he said kindly: "Since it's not, then it's okay to compensate Xiaoyou, this is compensation for Xiaoyou, don't blame it." ”

He handed out a storage bag and stuffed it into the young knight's arms.

More than a dozen subordinates who were about to arrest the thief froze in place.

The casual cultivators who lined up to enter the city were also stunned, suspecting that they had hallucinations, how could the ghost head Xu San become such a good person, not to mention the reparations, and give people spirit stones?

"This uncle,"

Soon, when the queue arrived in Jiangding, the ghost head Xu San kowtowed to the ground and said respectfully: "This is the first time you have come to Tushan Immortal City?" Dare to ask your name? What are you doing here? ”

Without waiting for an answer, he explained with a smile.

"You don't need a real name, you can just take one, and it's the same for everything, just say it, just let the little ones have to write, and then record your breath and you can enter the city, there is no entrance fee, you can stay as long as you want."

"If you're bored, just write these little ones for you."

The eyes of the monks around them bulged out.

One by one, they were all thinking wildly about which big man was descended from, so that this person was so groveling.

Gradually, the Qi cultivators were fine, but some of the old Zhuji Cultivators' bodies were shocked, their faces were shocked, their scalps were numb, their bodies began to tremble, and they wished to give birth to eight legs in an instant and leave here far away.

"Okay, I'm not an uncle."

"I'm only sixteen years old this year."

Jiang Ding registered according to the regulations and said softly: "My name is Tu Shan. ”

"The purpose of my coming here is to kill all the Jindan cultivators of the Hei Clan, and to kill all the demon cultivators who use humans as cultivation materials."

"That's all, no more."

finish

(End of chapter)