A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 263 A group of air and space fighters descend on Liyun

The Tianhai Sect monk maintained a respectful posture.

He watched the fighter jets fly away, hundreds of kilometers away, before slowly getting up.

"There is no intention of recruiting..."

Master Tianhai's respectful expression condensed, revealing a hint of gloom.

"Three years ago, I didn't go to the Steel Floating Island Base for an audience. Xianmen was suspicious."

An old man at the peak of foundation building lowered his voice: "Ancestor, please make a decision early."

"Old Ancestor, no!"

The surrounding Foundation Establishment monks showed fear.

However, even they themselves know that their words cannot influence a real Jindan person in any way.

"You said decision...what decision? But with the early stage cultivation of Jindan, there is nothing I can do to make a decision."

Master Tianhai ignored them and sighed softly.

……

"Has entered Liguo territory."

In the regimental channel, An Siyan prompted again.

"Bone, so many bones!"

Someone said, showing a bit of fear uncontrollably.

Jiang Ding silently looked at a city of 10 people below.

At noon, when the market was busy, the teahouses were bustling with people, and people were coming and going on the streets, there was not a trace of smoke, and it was eerily silent, not even birds or animals.

On the streets and in the markets, where people used to be next to each other, there is a thick layer of white bones piled up, covered with clothes of different materials. The bones are as old as seven or eighty years old, as young as a few months old, lying on the ribs of women with young bones. superior.

These clothed bones are scattered in houses, government offices, and every corner of the city. The bones are clean and tidy, but the flesh and blood have long since dissipated. Three years have passed, and they are covered with thick dust.

"This is the magic cultivator."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

"Students, we must adapt to this kind of cruel war." Jin Lingfeng paused and said, "The cultivators outside the world are so cruel and bloody. We must adapt and then destroy them one by one."

No one answered for a while.

Jiang Ding looked towards the countryside, and a few wisps of smoke could barely be seen rising from the kitchen.

No matter how cruel he is, no demon cultivator would spend a lot of time searching for one or two mortals in the mountains and wilderness.

The seeds are preserved like this.

After dozens or hundreds of years, the number will recover again, and mortals will live in the world of immortal cultivators with tenacious vitality, living like weeds.

Recording these images into the regiment group, the aerial fighter group continued to pass through the sky.

Flying all the way, it is simply shocking!

Any mortal city that comes close to Liyun Sect will most likely be wiped out by blood sacrifices, and all living beings will die. The information lightly states that there are tens of millions of mortal casualties, but in reality it is so heavy and bloody.

"There are still two days to arrive at the Liyun Sect Mountain Gate."

"One hundred kilometers ahead, the demonic blood sacrifice formation and the demonic cultivators were discovered."

An Siyan used his super computing power to operate the third-order spirit son radar electromagnetic interaction array and constantly reported the intelligence he obtained to the regiment headquarters.

"Demon cultivator!"

Many students had a flash of murderous intent and looked at the detected scene.

In a small city of more than [-] people, it can be seen that many people have been evacuated to the countryside, greatly reducing the number of people.

But it was still useless, streaks of blood lit up all over the city, passing through the bodies of the people who were crying and fleeing. The flesh and blood bodies turned into silk cloth and wrapped around the bones, and fell to the ground, scattered in pieces.

A blood-robed monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and more than 50 Qi-training monks were busy all over the city, collecting blood drops transformed from blood light, greedily adding a few mouthfuls from time to time, and putting them into jade bottles.

"These people are damned."

Jin Lingfeng said coldly.Three Hunter missiles poked out of the magazine, leaving a white mark and disappearing into the horizon amidst a shrill roar.

After a few breaths, he descended over the city filled with blood.

"Fairy Gate..."

The blood-robed foundation-building monk suddenly raised his head, showing a horrified look, and turned into a streak of blood and fled frantically.

call out!
It was instantly flooded and penetrated, and turned into ashes in the fire.

"The messenger from the Immortal Sect is here!"

The remaining fifty or so Qi-training monks screamed in fear and ran in all directions. Some escaped from the earth, and some instantly changed their appearance and expression, blending into the people of the city, using all kinds of methods.

The remaining two Hunter missiles restrained their power, passed through the bodies of twenty or thirty Qi Practitioners, and then rushed high into the sky, causing a terrifying self-destruction that could kill the Foundation Establishment monks.

The blood light formation terminates.

"There is no foundation goal."

Jin Lingfeng frowned and discovered the huge shortcomings of the air and space fighter fleet.

No long-range clearing ability.

At the price of a Hunter missile, killing a few Qi-training monks, even if the Immortal Sect and Immortal Dao industry is developed, cannot be so wasteful.

Do this dozens of times, and all the missiles carried this time will be exhausted.

If you want to clear the area, you must cooperate with ground troops, or fly down from a fighter plane to manually clear it, but this will undoubtedly involve great danger.

"No wonder, the Immortal Sect will cultivate Taoist troops, even if there are many hidden dangers."

An Siyan sighed and discovered the same problem.

"Mr. Dainichi Kenko!"

Then get excited.

Without her needing to say anything, an invisible escaping light approached quietly with a speed that was not much worse than that of a Golden Core cultivator.

Jiang Ding carefully circled around the small town, using his sword intention and the magnetic dotted lines generated by the "Second-order Electromagnetic Induction Wave Method" to sense carefully, but found no abnormalities or ambushes.

Keng!
There is the sound of swords in the void.

Amidst the weak spiritual energy fluctuations, 31 light blue sword energy appeared, blooming like a lotus, and shot towards a radius of ten kilometers. In many places, screams could be heard one after another.

A moment later, 31 storage bags and a bunch of blood-light array bases flew into the sky and were ingested by aerial fighters.

"There is another place that is special."

While Jiang Ding was thinking, the top of a tall pagoda in the city exploded, and a palm-sized stone statue of Guanyin flew out with a strange smile on his face, smelling of resentment and incense.

"Namo Guanyin of Mercy!"

The moment I saw it, a name appeared in my mind, as if I saw thousands of believers worshiping, with a peaceful smile on their faces, and the soul and blood of the body integrated into the Guanyin statue.

There are also traces of incense, passing through the Guanyin statue, into the unknown space.

"Blood food, ghosts, gods, cults!"

Jiang Ding recalled the records in the book, and his expression suddenly changed, flashing back to the memory of Xuanwu Tiangong monks driving and bewitching millions of people during the college entrance examination.

"It must be a technique passed down from outside the world. Some monks are trying to advance by using incense to prolong life."

"He doesn't know that after making a short-term profit, he will lose himself and die."

"The Shinto incense is said to be invisible, but after collecting enough clues, the Canghai Steel Floating Island Military Base can still locate the place where it gathers. There is no way to escape."

"Now, destroy Liyun Sect first."

Jiang Ding's mind searched for the officials in the city, comforted them a little, and left silently.

Two days later.

One hundred and eight aerial fighter planes appeared a hundred kilometers away from the Yun Sect. Through the third-level reconnaissance formation, one could already see the entire sect's monks boiling with fear.

The huge protective sect formation light shield lit up, it was cold and dark, and thousands of ghost shadows flew across the sky, roaring and roaring viciously.

(End of this chapter)