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Chapter 426: Meeting with Senior Sword Ancestor Tushan
  Jiang Ding stretched out his hand.

Huang Bao's and the long-bearded old man's storage bags both flew into their hands, and with a sweep of their consciousness, Huang Bao's storage bag said that the restrictions had been erased, but in fact it still left a layer of extremely secretive tracking marks.

"These calamity cultivators..."

Jiang Ding sneered and kept this in mind.

You can't trust anything this evil cultivator says. Once his ability to scan his spiritual consciousness is even worse, when he walks on the road one day, there might be seven or eight golden elixir cultivators ambushing him.

The contents inside looked like [-] to [-] million low-grade spiritual stones, as well as some third-level heavenly and earthly treasure elixirs.

When he had just established his foundation, these spirit stones could keep him excited for a long time.

But now I just take it easy, I just glance at it and plan to recycle everything including the storage bag as raw materials.

The bearded old man's storage bag is no different from other people's.

Divine consciousness and sword intent poured into it, turning into a blue-gold sun, and the light of soul-destroying magic was washed away. All soul restrictions and spiritual consciousness traps melted like ice and snow, leaving not even a trace of dregs left.

The spoils of war include more than tens of millions of low-grade spiritual stones.

There are also two broken low-grade magic weapons, one is the jasper knife, and the other is his Taoist robe, which were sacrificed and refined into natal magic weapons, which can perfectly match his skills and cast magical powers.

"Divine Ability..."

Jiang Ding looked thoughtful as his consciousness scanned the big sleeves that had a transparent hole in the front and a bright hole in the back.

Supernatural powers,
  When the foundation-building monk was promoted to the golden elixir, he integrated a spell talisman seed condensed and mastered in his soul into the golden elixir, thus causing an earth-shaking change in the power of this spell, which is different from ordinary spells. It's a magical power.

The power of magical powers is related to the magic talisman seeds. The more complex and powerful the magic talisman seeds are integrated with the golden elixir, the more powerful the magical power will be.

Then there is the golden elixir. The different quality of the golden elixir such as inferior quality, low quality, medium quality, and high quality will also have a huge impact.

The last thing is the compatibility between the spell seeds and the golden elixir.

After all kinds of screening, the importance of inheritance is reflected. The immortal monk's spell seeds and the compatibility with the golden elixir have reached the limit of their abilities, and the same is true for the quality of the golden elixir.

Most of the Nine Great Immortal Sect monks are a little worse.

They need to constantly run around and make military exploits before they can finally get the relevant inheritance. It takes a long time and wastes a lot of time. There is a high probability that the inheritance they get will not reach the limit of their abilities.

Of course, these are middle- and lower-class monks.

The senior leaders and top monks of the Immortal Sect will not have such troubles, and the resources possessed by each of their individual monks far exceed those of the same level in the Immortal Sect. This is the huge difference between the systems of the two sects.

"Sword cultivator, it's not that troublesome."

Jiang Ding recalled the related skills he had read over the years: "Jian Xiu is actually an extreme variant of Fa Xiu. Its natal flying sword is the only compound spell talisman seed of Jian Xiu, which includes the two major abilities of attack and movement. After being promoted to the golden elixir, it will naturally become your natal magical power."

"However, after promotion, it is still necessary to spend a lot of time refining the natal flying sword and upgrading the formation within it."

"Huang Bao's magical power should transform into a golden monkey, and this long-bearded old man's magical power should be this Luo Tianxiu. They are both pretty good. If in the hands of a top-level magic cultivator, they can pose a threat to my life."

Collect the two broken magic weapons.

A ray of blue sword energy slashed out, and their bodies turned into ashes and disappeared.

To say that you want to shock them with their heads is an angry statement.

I am a kind-hearted sixteen-year-old boy. How could I do such a thing? It would affect my image.

Jiang Ding flew in the direction of Tushan Fairy City.

……

Tushan Fairy City.

The streets are as bustling as ever, with immortal cultivators coming and going, many Qi-training monks, and foundation-building monks seeing one or two from time to time.

They shuttled between various elixir stores, talisman stores, and magic weapon shops, and from time to time they entered the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce Auction House in the city, which had expanded more than ten times in size.

Because this place is far safer than other places, and encourages commerce, the demon country is rich in resources, and it has inherited the Beiyuan trade route. It has now become the most prosperous fairy city among the Three Kingdoms. Not only casual cultivators, but also sect disciples from Chu and Yue countries come here to trade in exchange for the materials and treasures they need. A large amount of spiritual stones are traded every day, and business taxes are rising every year.

Spiritual stone taxation is still secondary.

Relying on this huge trading platform, many casual cultivators and middle- and lower-level monks also gathered third-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and even occasionally encountered fourth-level materials.

All these are also very beneficial to the cultivation of Jindan monks.

The reason why Huang Bao and Huang Bao fell in love with this place was because they had carefully investigated it in advance. They were so excited that they were willing to take risks and fight.

"I wonder how the ancestor and my junior uncle are doing..."

Monk Fazheng and a group of people were waiting at the gate of the city, looking uneasy. Many of them had their spiritual consciousness on their flying magic weapons and talismans at any time, ready to flee if something went wrong.

There are also people who look calm.

I just don't know whether this calmness is due to confidence in my ancestor, or whether I am prepared to immediately turn to the new owner if something goes wrong, so as to be the first to correct the problem.

After all, no matter which Golden Core cultivator takes over the Immortal City, he will always need foundation building to run errands.

If he can seize the opportunity, he might even be able to achieve great success.

"Young Master is coming back soon!"

Gong Caiyu, Xia Tu, Chun Shi, Qiu Guo and other maids were not worried at all and had blind confidence in their hearts.

They were vaguely connected to each other by the aura of the formation. They had initially transferred to the lower level exercises of the "Tianguang Yaoyang Sword Code", practiced the way of military formation, and their combat effectiveness was stronger than that of the same number of foundation-building monks.

"How come there are so many people in Tushan Dojo?"

Many monks in the fairy city were coming and going, whether they were practicing Qi or building foundations, they all looked in this direction in awe.

"Could it be..."

Many monks looked excited and waited at a distance.

Don't look at the Three Kingdoms, there are golden elixir monks sitting everywhere.

In fact, due to their solitary life, many foundation-building and Qi-training monks have never seen a golden elixir monk in their lives, a figure who exists in legends.

suddenly,

Twenty miles apart,
  A sharp and hot pressure slowly descended.

Whether it is Qi training or foundation building monks, their breathing is stagnant, and their spiritual consciousness is extremely heavy, unable to detect anything, let alone make other reactions.

"Tushan Sword Ancestor!"

Many people's hearts trembled, and an idea emerged instinctively.

Then look at the horizon with your peripheral vision.

A young man with an ordinary face flew from the sky. The sword light all around him was brilliant, as if he were a fairy, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at him.

In his hands, he held two things.

One is a treasured garment covered in blood with two holes pierced through it.

One is a golden sword that was broken into three levels and barely repaired into shape. The blood on the handle is bright red, and the residual pressure of the high-level monks on the blood has not dissipated.

Both objects were filled with strong resentment and evil aura. Just a hint of it was enough to make the foundation-building cultivator tremble and he instantly understood what had happened.

"Bye,"

"Senior Tushan Sword Ancestor!"

Led by Monk Fazheng, at the gate of the city, many monks knelt down in a dense mass and worshiped. No one was standing, and there was no disrespect at all.

(End of this chapter)