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Chapter 579: Working is the destiny of the Holy Son

On the horizon, a majestic black palace appeared in front of you.

As high as a mountain and as big as a city.

Pieces of plain white curtains hang down from the roof, blowing in the wind, and the smell of incense lingers in them from time to time, making it seem like a heavenly palace in the clouds.

"It's well preserved and relatively complete."

Jiang Ding silently stared at this place, the holy place and spiritual sustenance in the hearts of all Luoxu Sect monks.

The location of the ancestor’s tablet.

Most high-level monks, especially those from sects, have extremely deep feelings for their sects, including some demonic sects.

Because this is his home.

Outer disciples and the like work all day long in exchange for a few spiritual stones. They work hard for several years in exchange for a few spells. From time to time, they are bullied, humiliated, and have the few remaining spiritual stones taken away.

In the eyes of the outer disciples, the true senior brother who is arrogant and domineering and who whips his disciples for fun is a cute little junior brother in their eyes.

Master loves and protects me, my uncle takes care of me, my junior sister admires me deeply, my senior sister is as gentle as water, caring silently...

The curtains are pure white, and the scent of incense on the top of the clouds still exists after thousands of years. This must be because of the deliberate reinforcement.

Many high-level monks have spent most of their lives in the sect.

The outer disciples were extremely frightened, and they were secretly called the Blood Massacre. The elder who killed hundreds of lower-level disciples at one time was seen by them as an amiable elder who often helped them, and sometimes was a bit naive.

Just like Master Baimei, he is ruthless, puts profit first in everything, has very little emotion, but is still willing to fight to the death for his sect. These are the factors.

The Patriarch's Hall is extremely well preserved.

High-level monks from sects are different.

If someone rubs you the wrong way, everything you have gained in your narrow escape will be taken away immediately, and you will gain nothing.

With all these things, it is not difficult to imagine the deep feelings that high-level monks have for their own sect.

If the uncles and elders above speak, dozens and hundreds of low-level disciples will have to die. After experiencing nine deaths, only a few of the hundreds will survive.

Everyone in the sect is his junior. They respect and admire him. Once he gives an order, everyone in the sect will try their best to complete it. They will be loyal and protect the sect throughout their lives and strengthen the sect...

When the senior monks grow up, nothing will happen.

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed with light.

Under such circumstances, it would be ridiculous to allow outer disciples and the like to have feelings for the sect. They would want to destroy their own sect.

In this way, the rewards are just one or two bottles of elixir and one or two magical weapons.

After all, who doesn’t like fellow disciples with good qualifications, firm character, and handsome appearance?

"Shuoyang Tianjun also has extremely deep feelings for his sect."

It is also proper to take care of them often, patiently correct them when they make mistakes, teach them life experience, and take out spiritual stones to help them in times of difficulty.

Not even these.

These emotions are real.

"The formation here..."

Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness unfolded, inserting some probing magic weapons from time to time, and assessing the formation's situation bit by bit.

Scattered around were the corpses of some golden elixir monks and fragments of magic weapons.

Obviously, there were monks who had been attracted to this place before, and then died here, one by one, which resulted in the place being empty.

"The fourth-level top formation is not damaged by external forces, and can trigger all the formation blessings of the entire Luoxu Sect in an instant. It is the core of Luoxu Sect."

"However, thousands of years have passed without any maintenance, which has a great impact on its function..."

Jiang Ding calculated silently, and after a few days, an answer emerged in his mind.

"Now, the surrounding auxiliary formations are damaged and collapsed. Taken together, it should be at the level of...a fourth-order mid-level formation. The disadvantage is that it is relatively rigid and operates sluggishly in many places. It is not difficult to break it." "The number of Jindan monks needs to be at least three hundred."

Jiang Ding thought about the number of people who entered the ruins of Luoxu Sect, his expression changed slightly, and he realized something was not good: "It seems that the number of people is not enough... No, these Jindan monks can't continue to fight, their lives are also lives, death is too big How bad."

"But even if they don't die now, it seems that there aren't enough people!"

Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart.

Golden elixir monks are rare to see in the outside world. They are enough to suppress an area. Many people were killed in the fight and many others were killed by him. Now the number is getting smaller and smaller. It is possible that the number of golden elixir monks in the entire area is less than 300. .

"Yes, there are also Xueliuyun and the others."

Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up: "One of them can barely be equivalent to forty Jindan monks. The three of them added together are one hundred and twenty people, which is almost enough."

"Fire Yang Sword..."

Thinking of it this way, Lieyang Jianzi is a bit of an eyesore.

Dare to pursue his fortune.

Shameless, extremely shameless.

"All right."

"Now it's time to meet Lieyang Jianzi, Xueliuyun, and the Six Paths Holy Son. It's such a beautiful sunny day. Instead of coming to work with me, you actually play a game of chasing and killing. It's simply unbelievable."

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, with murderous intent in his eyes, and turned around to leave the Patriarch's Hall.

……

Jiang Dingfei was flying in the sky, wandering around Disciple Peak, Sutra-Tiding Pavilion and other places. He searched a wide circle but couldn't find even a single monk hair.

"Where did they go?"

Jiang Ding frowned, and his spiritual consciousness landed on a white jade sword more than a thousand kilometers away, and asked: "Where is the place with the most monks?"

After a long time,

"Little uncle!"

Han Lin's voice came, mixed with the whistling of the wind, as if he was fleeing in embarrassment, and from time to time there were angry curses such as 'Give me my blood Yunzhi', but he blocked it all at once, and he took a breath and said: " Who has the most monks? Uncle Master, the place with the most monks should be in the elixir garden. Many golden elixir monks gather here, breaking through formations and searching for elixirs."

"I heard that there is even a refined Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng here. Its juice can increase the chance of conceiving a baby by one or two levels."

His voice suddenly became extremely hot.

"Uncle Junior, do you want to come?"

"I can't catch it, but I can sense where it is. If I can finally catch the nine-yuan spiritual ginseng that has become a spirit, I only need a drop of juice."

"talk later."

Jiang Ding was noncommittal and ended the interrogation.

This thing is of no use to him.

What really matters to him is the secret technique of forming a baby in the Great Sun. Then without any assistance, he can 100% break the golden elixir, condense the Nascent Soul, and control the void from then on, with a lifespan of 1,200 years.

It’s just that R&D is a bit troublesome.

After all, it is the secret art of infant formation by the master of the realm, which is related to the strongest single power in the realm. Even if the monk Yuan Shenchen joins in from time to time to help him and Zhang Junsheng deal with some key issues, the progress is still horribly slow.

According to the latest computer calculations of the Xianmen Academy of Sciences, according to the current research and development progress, it will take at least 3,700 years before a rough draft appears.

Three thousand seven hundred years!

This has made Zhang Junsheng a little desperate and discouraged recently, and he has lost the motivation to work.

To this end, the Xianmen Academy of Sciences also formulated a sleep plan for Jiang Ding.

The Immortal Sect allocates four to seven opportunities to become gods, intending to let him enter the secret realm of deep sleep at the age of two hundred and fifty, wake up every five hundred years, promote the research and development of the secret technique of childbirth, and then continue to enter deep sleep. Sleeping state, delaying the passage of life span.

It has been like this, waiting for thousands of years, until the secret technique of conceiving a baby on the Great Sun was successfully developed.

(End of this chapter)