A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 561: My Materia Medica

More than thirty Jindan monks were stunned.

Then, I only felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of my feet, straight into the sky, burning my three souls and seven souls extremely hot, and my eyes were blood red.

They spent a lot of hard work attacking the Disciple Peak Formation here.

As soon as this person comes over, he will take it away as soon as he talks.

What kind of truth is this?

"kill him……"

There is no need to talk nonsense, everyone has piles of magic weapons, their spiritual consciousness is locked, and they are ready to make it difficult for him to escape. In the underworld, they know that the first beak will die first.

"Wait a minute."

At this time, an old man with a goatee shouted to stop.

This person seemed to have a very high prestige. As soon as he spoke his words, the people around him immediately stopped and seemed quite orderly.

Jiang Ding was a little surprised.

The old man with the goatee cupped his hands and asked.

A ray of silver light appeared quietly.

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Boom!

In an instant, more than thirty Jindan monks took action together, and with some time to prepare and adjust, formation patterns appeared among each other, forming some kind of military formation.

Jiang Ding nodded.

"kill."

The shattered sword intention spread out in all directions, demarcating the area of ​​​​destroying spirits and annihilating magic. The torrent of many magic weapons suddenly dimmed, as if they had suffered a natural disaster at the end of the law, and their speed and power dropped more than a bit.

If you don't have a chance, you will get it if you have a chance.

As a righteous, kind and simple sixteen-year-old boy, he will not take the initiative to attack people who are not hostile. This is the bottom line he has drawn for himself.

"A nameless person, haha, Taoist friend seems to be quite stingy with his name..."

"Nobody."

The old man with the goatee smiled.

The crowds with different techniques, different spells, and different magic weapons actually did not distinguish between you and me at this time, forming a torrent of spells that thundered down, which was many times stronger than the chaotic attacks!

The overall aura was impressively close to the quasi-Nascent Soul level.

Keng!

Draw your sword and chop.

At first it was just a wisp, but in the blink of an eye it covered the sky and covered the earth, and it fell with a single sword.

"good."

Before the sword means first.

"Who is fellow Taoist? Can you leave me your name?"

From the perspective of his spiritual scanning, the skills practiced by these thirty or so people were mixed, including magic, blood, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The overall aura was chaotic, and he thought they were a temporary gathering of people.

"what is this?"

Great fear arose in the hearts of many golden elixirs.

Then, they all roared, and driven by hundreds of years of life and death experience, they burned the mana in their bodies regardless of the consequences, pouring all of them into magic weapons and spells, making their aura barely half strong again.

It’s not that I don’t want to do more,

For example, burning essence and blood, no one would care about it at this time due to fear.

It’s just that it’s too fast!

It’s too late!

That ray of silver light was first seen in the consciousness.

At the second glance, he was already in front of the torrent of spells and magic weapons. The sword light, which was almost condensed into threads, cut through the spells, passed through the piles of magic weapons, and came to the throats of everyone and in front of the shields one by one.

Also, pass through it.

It suddenly became quiet here.

Only the sound of hunting wind was left.

The sound of the magic weapon breaking through the air, the roar of the golden elixir monk, the crackle of the bird of fire spell... these are no longer there.

The torrent of spells is stagnant, and the magic weapon is stagnant, as if it came from it, frozen and motionless.

After a while,

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding... The solidified spell collapsed silently. There was not even a hint of aura of the spell that was used to sacrifice the explosion. It just disappeared like a bubble.

Magical weapons such as swords, guns, swords and seals such as Ruyi's spiritual light fell dimly. There was a sword mark on the magic weapon that was neither deep nor shallow. The broken will was deeply immersed in it, destroying the internal earth evil forbidden lines.

Boom!

Behind the weapons were the golden elixir monks flying at low altitude, with dim light in their eyes, a shallow sword mark on their throats, and their bodies falling to the ground one after another.

The golden elixir monk's body, which has been tempered for many times, is still intact, and even his face is still rosy, as if he has a living soul.

But inside his body, the meridians, bones, flesh and blood, and Dantian have all become flesh and blood, destroyed by the extremely condensed sword energy of destruction. There is no trace of life left, and only a piece of intact blood skin is left exposed. .

"You... who are you?"

There is no death.

The goateeted old man with the highest cultivation level fell from the air, blood overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely frightened, which was inconsistent with the late overhaul demeanor that he had previously lightly uttered the word "kill".

"not dead?"

Jiang Ding was stunned, and then sighed slightly.

With this sword, he had accumulated strength for a long time, and when he slashed it to the extreme, he was unable to kill more than thirty golden elixirs with one sword, leaving only one person alive.

Looking at the ground again, many magic weapons have only been partially destroyed and have temporarily lost their functions. There is still the possibility of repair.

This means that if you encounter some monks who practice the blood path or the human-machine integration method, you may still survive after repairing their natal magic weapon.

After all, it is not the real body.

Jiang Ding raised the hilt of his sword again.

"Your Mightiness!"

"Your Excellency Tushan Jianxiu!"

The old man with the goatee in the late stage of the Golden Elixir was frightened in his heart. Under death, his soul moved at a rapid speed, and he finally found a little bit of information in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Lord of Tushan Fairy City, Tushan Sword Cultivator!

Once upon a time, the Tushan sword cultivator escaped from the Yuanying cultivator!

"I am ignorant of Mount Tai, please forgive me!"

Blood overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of the mouth of the old man with the goatee, soaking a large area of ​​his chest, but he ignored it and said urgently: "I am the eleventh general of Blood Cloud, General Yangjiao. I have been ordered by my general to form the Blood King's Army... …”

"The Blood King's Army?"

Jiang Ding, who was about to raise his sword and strike down, was stunned.

The Great Sun Sword Sect and the Great Sun Fa Sect divided the power of the Beiyuan family and were protected by Wang Ting's dragon energy, which he could understand.

In any case, it is a force that can defeat the Good and Demonic Alliance from the front. If it were not for internal divisions, it would have unified Beiyuan by now.

Now, if a casual cultivator is bleeding and dares to raise an army, is he really at a disadvantage to the Beiyuan family?

For a moment, the gaze became very dangerous.

"We have strong support behind us!"

The old man with the goatee said quickly: "I don't know which force it is. Maybe it wants the Cholera Good Demon Alliance, but it is true that this formation that can unify everyone is also a gift from the other party."

"You, like my general, are both Beiyuan's geniuses."

The old man with a goatee said sincerely: "If you want to pursue the Nascent Soul Avenue, you must work together to break out a piece of the sky and turn the Beiyuan family upside down. There must be no more gaps."

"I would like to be your guide."

He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply, his gesture was very sincere.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "Then how should I account for the Jindan monks I killed?"

"It's just some rough repairs."

The old man with the goatee said without thinking: "Today in Beiyuan, as long as there is news about Yuanying Kung Fu, there will be many such Jindan monks. They were born in Beiyuan and come from various remote places."

"These people will definitely not affect your relationship with the general."

"Yes, Kusanagi."

Jiang Ding nodded.

With a flick of his hand, a flying silver sword flew out and pierced the old man with the goatee between his eyebrows.

The Destruction Sword Qi poured into it, destroying the vitality of the soul and body. The body fell slowly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

(End of this chapter)