Tu Shan?

Name, Tu Shan!

Some of the monks around him were puzzled, angry, and felt that they had been played.

Many of the other foundation building monks began to tremble, remembering the past hundred years before.

From practicing qi to cultivating the foundation, most of his life has been shrouded in the prestige of Tushan Ancestor.

At that time, they even thought that from birth to death, and their children and grandchildren from birth to death, would be accustomed to the prestige of Tushan Ancestor until a time far beyond their own comprehension.

At that time, they were accustomed to the order in Tushan Immortal City, orderly, forbidden demon cultivation, and honestly doing a good cultivation in this life.

And then, suddenly.

The immortal monks of the Black Clan came, many people died, and a new order appeared, more chaotic, more bloody, and more brutal.

Diligence and craftsmanship are no longer a measure of a monk's strength, only the most cruel, bloody, and most able to extract benefits from other immortal cultivators and mortals are the people that Immortal City needs.

The road to Jindan has become a delusion that is difficult to export, and it will invite terrible disasters.

But what can be done?

The Hei clan will kill all the monks with foreign surnames who are likely to form a Dan, and even the monks with excellent qualifications in the middle stage of foundation building are on that terrible blood list, and they will disappear without a trace at any time.

Only mediocre, loyal Tsukiji monks will be allowed to live on the back road that the Black Clan has painstakingly managed.

At this time, at the moment when the word Tushan appeared,

The eyes of all the monks fell on the young man in green clothes in front of the city gate.

Tsing Yi, Sabre, sixteen-year-old boy.

There are also faces that have not changed in a hundred years.

Exactly as I remembered.

"Meet, Ancestor!"

One of the Tsukiki monks, whose hair had begun to turn gray, had a scorching glow in his eyes, and he fell to his knees without a moment's hesitation.

"Meet the Ancestor!"

"Congratulations on the return of the ancestor and immortality......"

Many of the surrounding monks also knelt on the ground, shouting feverishly.

These monks are more than in the middle stage of foundation building, they are older, they have experienced the era of the former Tushan Immortal City, they are completely one, and they have no descendants, or they do not care about their descendants.

There is only Jindan Avenue in his heart, regardless of everything, as long as there is hope, he will pounce on it like a moth to a fire.

The rest of the foundation-building monks hesitated.

There are older monks who have experienced the foundation building monks of the former Tushan era, who are worried, afraid of being implicated, and hesitate.

There was a younger monk who was suspicious and distrustful of the new stranger.

In the end, a small number of Tsukiji monks bowed down respectfully and sent summons to various places, whether they were die-hard members of the Hei clan, or the Chikuji monks of the Hei clan.

Qi cultivators, on the other hand, are ignorant and don't know what to do.

All beings have their own choices.

The only thing in common is that

Insignificant.

The wind blows, the mountains collapse down, and no matter whether the people in the middle of it are happy or afraid, nothing can be changed.

You can only get used to it and bear it.

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly, stretched out his hand, and Li Mingda's head fell into his hands.

Wisps of sword qi overflowed from between his fingers, and the vicious forbidden ice and snow that imprisoned the divine soul melted, without harming the divine soul in the slightest.

Instead, a clear light poured into it, making the weak spirit gradually become solid, and it would not disperse in the sun.

Knock knock knock......

At the moment when the head was removed, wisps of invisible curse entangled along the head towards Jiang Ding, and the formation of the city wall rumbled, spreading in all directions with stern orders.

Many terrible punishments of the Black Clan appeared in the souls of the monks guarding the city around them, and they couldn't help but shudder.

Farther away, more monks formed a battle formation and slaughtered here.

In a few breaths, more than 100 monks quickly arrived, all dressed in black, and they were furious.

The monks around them hurriedly avoided it, terrified and frightened.

These people are the famous black-clothed guards in the Immortal City, the nightmare in the hearts of many monks, I heard that the scattered cultivators in the past and the outstanding talents in the Immortal City are all dealt with by them, and they rarely miss.

"You!"

"Put down the heads of the remnants of the seven feathers!"

A square-faced monk in the late stage of foundation building shouted loudly in the battle formation of more than 100 monks: "After the Hei clan is the true monarch, even the Jindan Ancestor will be presumptuous in my Tushan Immortal City!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding monks were terrified.

Even the Tsukiji monk, who knelt down at the beginning, had a lot of regrets in his heart, and his eyes were looking left and right, looking for a way out.

Jiang Ding ignored these.

He continued to carefully comb through Li Mingda's shattered soul with mana and soul-nourishing elixir.

This old man, although he has no friendship with him, is also an old man.

Over the years, Long San, Huang Deyou and others have gradually died, and the old people have withered one after another, and they have a lot of feelings.

"Look for death!"

"Stubborn!"

The square-faced monk was born in the Hei clan, he didn't know what an old man was, he only knew that if he hesitated to patrol again, the punishment of the lineage monk would make him unable to survive and die, hundreds of times more terrible than death.

"Kill him!"

The square-faced monk drank vigorously, and a mouthful of the ghost-headed broadsword with a strong wind slashed down, and the knife technique was solemn, and the eighteen-headed ghost general would be accompanied by a wail.

"Kill!"

More than 100 monks on the side shouted, and the magic weapons also followed, and the cooperation was extremely exquisite, and the magic weapons converged into a river, and it was a faint increase in the battle array, which was terrifying, making the faces of many foundation-building monks around them change greatly.

These terrible attacks mercilessly hit the young man in Tsing Yi who was holding the treatment of the weak remnant soul.

Sonor!

There was a slight sword thud.

I didn't see the flying sword out of its sheath, and the sword aura overflowed.

Gathered into a river, the terrifying magic weapon torrented, the spiritual light was extinguished, and it fell from the sky, smashed on the ground with a clanging sound, and sparks splashed everywhere.

"No ......"

The square-faced monk and more than a hundred other black-clothed guards had frightened expressions, and they couldn't say a word, the spell shield dissipated, their breath was gone, and their bodies fell to the ground limply.

Up and down his body, there was not a trace of scarring.

"Hiss ......"

The surrounding foundation building qi cultivators were terrified.

All of them bowed their heads deeply and fell silent, and many monks who were less readful immediately engraved the name Tu Shan into their minds.

Jiang Ding was engrossed in healing the remnant soul in front of him, without being distracted, and let his soul be kept intact as much as possible.

If there is really reincarnation or something, it is good to be reincarnated in a good family, and it is not in vain to have a fellowship more than a hundred years ago.

“…… It hurts...... Spare me......"

“…… Spare your life......"

The remnant soul awoke, his face was hideous and twisted, and he couldn't stop wailing and weeping, obviously having endured torture beyond the limits of his soul in the past, and wept bitterly.

It took a long time before he barely regained a trace of sanity.

"Uncle Junior?"

"Little Uncle!!"

Li Mingda looked over again and again, his body was shocked, and he was ecstatic.

In front of him, he was the most talented ancestor of the Seven Feather Sect in the past dynasties, and he had a crippled innate sword body!

That alone wasn't enough to surprise him so much.

What's even more exciting is that this little uncle is notoriously cautious, and when he was young, he could stay on a hill for decades in a row, not leaving half a step, and his patience was terrifyingly strong, and he could never be in danger.

Other words......

"Well, it's me."

"Senior Li, take a break."

Jiang Ding responded with a smile, telling him that it was not a delusion.

comforted a little and put Li Mingda away.

Jiang Ding looked at the empty void not far away, as well as the third-order top-level formation patterns that were constantly wriggling around.

There's a guy here.

"Are you the late stage of Jindan?"

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised, and recalled the information of the Hei Clan.

After reading a lot of classics, he can now be said to be the most knowledgeable monk in the world.

In the next few hundred years, if someone wants to study the Black Snow Prairie Heishi, he will be a well-deserved Taishan Beidou-style figure.

"Your name is Kurosawa Feng, you are the son of Hei Chengwu, he put you on this back road, it seems that he is also a painstaking person, and he is not completely ruthless."

Jiang Ding said quietly.

"Who are you?"

Ahead, the void was hazy for a while, and a short-bearded man who looked like Hei Chengwu, the patriarch of the Hei clan, was forcibly pulled out of his stealth state, and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him in disbelief.

(End of chapter)