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Chapter 258 Why are you so eager to die?

More than 100 kilometers away.

It was not the direction of the Seven Feathers Sect, but I chose a random direction.

Jiang Ding tried his best to restrain his aura, and moved away from Golden Knife Mountain at the speed of the peak of foundation building. This was the state of maximizing his concealment ability, coupled with the ability of the sword to condense and condense his aura.

He was confident that even if an ordinary late-stage Jindan monk entered the ten-kilometer range of his spiritual consciousness, he would not be able to discover him.

And the Destruction Sword Intent will definitely be able to discover the opponent's existence first.

"Even so, nothing is certain in the world of immortality. Chances, coincidences, etc. can all change."

Jiang Ding said to himself, his spiritual consciousness is always connected to the core of the aerial fighter and can be summoned from the half-space layer at any time.

However, even so, there is not much certainty that he can kill the blood ancestor Mu Tianxue.

When he was at the Jiutian Ruins, a mere Qi-training clone surprised him at the woman's ability to escape. I'm afraid even a monk at the peak of the Golden Core might not be able to kill her.

"The main thing is to escape."

Jiang Ding held his breath, paused, stepped into hiding again, and silently stared into the distance with his peripheral vision.

A shrill bloody light flew from a distance, and the blood cloud rolled for several kilometers, soaking all space.

Then, it drifted past him more than ten kilometers away.

Time and time again, the late-stage Jindan monk's escape speed was terrifying, and he kept searching for hundreds of kilometers. Counting this time, Jiang Ding encountered her three times, and the most recent time her blood cloud appeared eight kilometers away.

After a while, Xue Yun found nothing and stayed away from here.

It didn't appear again for several hours.

He may have given up, or he may be hiding in ambush.

Jiang Ding's expression did not change, he resumed his peak foundation-building speed, and slowly flew outwards. He flew thousands of kilometers in a few days without any further accidents.

Made a big circle.

Returning to Dongling Mansion again, he came to the mountain forest where he first came to this world.

Activate and play the third-level top-quality chaotic sky talisman that cost a lot of gold.

A simple and thick talisman flew out and turned into a transparent and chaotic light group, with a smell of chaos and disorder. The invisible light illuminated dozens of kilometers in a radius, smashing the nearby causal heavenly secrets like a sledgehammer. , a mess.

Even Nascent Soul monks who specialize in heavenly secrets cannot solve it.

If hundreds of years pass, the wind blows with rain, and the years change, the god-transforming monks who are proficient in the secrets of heaven will be helpless.

“That’s the limit of what can be done right now.”

Jiang Ding said calmly.

After everything was taken care of, he went around a big circle again and spent several days returning to the Seven Feathers Sect from a completely different direction.

Jinling Mountain.

Jiang Ding waved his hand and released 21 storage bags, and his spiritual consciousness and sword intention poured into them. In the burst of light, some of the spiritual consciousness restriction traps were instantly washed away, dissipated and dissolved.

"Foundation-building monks are so poor..."

There are spiritual stones, magic weapons, talismans, zombies and ghosts, and all kinds of messy things. Even at the highest estimate, the total wealth of the 21 foundation-building monks is only 70 million.

And there are no third-level ore materials or anything like that, only golden elixir seeds can have these things.

On average, a foundation-building monk has tens of thousands of spirit stones.

"It's not enough for a Taoist appearance fee."

"Not to mention my millions of spirit stone talismans, I will lose a lot of money... No wonder many Jindan monks are not interested in robbing the foundation-building monks. I thought the high-level monks were self-sufficient."

"I'm afraid the real reason is that they don't need these low-level things at all."

Jiang Ding shook his head and sighed, put these things down, took out a jade box, and opened it.

A glaring head.

It was the peak foundation-building monk from the Blood Transformation Palace on Golden Knife Mountain.

Jiang Ding casually unlocked the seal on the head.After a moment, the eyes that were frozen in his head suddenly moved and regained their energy again.

Without a seal and a body, the aura of the soul is declining rapidly, and he can only live for a few dozen breaths at most.

The so-called magical powers such as seizing the body and leaving the body have nothing to do with a foundation-building monk.

His eyes finally turned to a young man in green clothes, with a look of fear on his face. The memory seemed to still linger on the moment when he was cut down by a sword.

"How about letting go of your soul and letting me search for it?"

"The reward is that the integrity of your soul will not be destroyed. If there is reincarnation in the world, you can be reincarnated normally."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

If it weren't for this thing, he would already be in the Immortal Sect now.

He will not bring back any intelligent creature, whether it is a spiritual pet or a weapon spirit.

"The thief!"

"Ancestor will not let you go. I will never forget this hatred in my lifetime..."

A thick look of malice appeared in his head, and his soul roared incessantly.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if the effect is less effective."

Jiang Ding had already activated the third-level soul-searching talisman and patted him on the head.

"what!!"

A shrill scream came, and in the severe pain, the soul twisted and deformed, even the long-dead cheek was affected and twitched.

boom!
After more than a dozen breaths, his head exploded and was annihilated by a piece of fine sword energy.

A pure black talisman remained in place, with strands of blue light flashing from time to time.

Jiang Ding took it off.

In an instant, scenes with incomplete pictures came from it.

From being born as a baby, being immersed in a pool of blood extracted from the essence and blood of thousands of young children with spiritual roots, to being selected as a candidate for blood transformation as a teenager, participating in the competition for Yu's blood transformation, and slaughtering hundreds of thousands of mortals and The monks refined the blood-forming magic sword embryo...

I accidentally learned about the fate of the blood-transforming sons of the past generations who were in the foundation-building realm. They were swallowed and chewed by the blood-transforming magic sword, and the blood glow became a little brighter...

Then, he spent a lot of effort to withdraw from the competition for Hua Xuezi, and luckily survived, becoming the master of the family's Shadowless Palace, specializing in intelligence spying and assassination...

The more than two hundred years of Huaxue Yu's foundation-building life experience slowly flowed past his eyes. After special processing, it was like scenes from a movie, and it did not have any impact on him.

"The Demon Sect is quite cruel to members of its own family."

Jiang Ding was secretly speechless.

After reading these roughly, I turned to this person's memories from 15 years ago, starting from when he set foot in Yue Kingdom, and watched them carefully, not missing a single detail.

Until, he came to Jindao Mountain, with a shocked face, and ingested dozens of strange-shaped silver-white projectiles from the ground.

"Just right, no need to find someone else."

Jiang Ding was overjoyed. He rummaged around in the shadow old man's storage bag for a moment. A dark wooden box appeared in his hand, padded with red cloth, and dozens of silver-white projectiles placed on it.

"31, 33, gone."

"Including the three I picked up, there are 36, and there is still one to go."

His consciousness swept over Jiang Ding's face expressionless as he continued to read through the shadow old man's memories.

In one screen,

He respectfully presented a silver-white projectile with weak spell-breaking properties, which was absorbed by his spiritual consciousness and fell into a tender white palm.

"Makuten Snow."

"Mu Tianxue...you really want to die."

Jiang Ding put down the soul-searching talisman and said calmly.

(End of this chapter)