A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 580 I know it’s a bit too much

Jiang Ding hid his figure, avoided various formations, and flew at low altitude all the way to the elixir garden.

After traveling for more than a thousand kilometers, we indeed began to see scattered golden elixir monks appearing.

Two groups of three or four golden elixir monks wielded magic weapons, and used spells to attack each other. Big seals and swords fought fiercely, vines entangled, and water dragons roared, stirring up the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

From time to time, someone's head was broken, and their bodies and their own magic weapons fell to the ground.

"Competing for opportunities..."

Jiang Ding glanced at the center of the fight between the two groups.

It is a palm-sized grass with shining silver light. It was originally in a closed state. Now its stems, branches and leaves are slowly unfolding, revealing a metal fruit that looks like a silver-iron pour. It shines brightly, and wisps of pure spiritual energy spill out. out.

Silver Blood Sky Spirit Fruit.

Jiang Ding searched slightly in the sea of ​​​​consciousness and quickly recognized what it was.

A young man with an ordinary face suddenly appeared in front of them, but did not look at them. He came to the Silver Blood Sky Spirit Fruit, recalled it for a moment, took out a silver knife, and picked the fruit bit by bit, without damaging the spirit. Plant every cent.

The seven golden elixir monks, who were ferocious and crazy, with their eyes turning red, froze up, showing a hint of fear. They felt that the mana and soul in their bodies were instantly stagnant, making it difficult to mobilize them.

There is constant fighting, life and death, but when new predators arrive, they can quickly unite and drive them out first.

"Two middle-stage Jindan monks just died..."

A semi-metallic plant life, its fruits can be used to refine weapons, make elixirs, arrange metallic formations, etc.

On the grassland, this kind of thing is normal.

This person was very powerful, in the middle stage of Golden Core, and his fire sword magic weapon was extremely sharp. He jointly beheaded one of their Golden Cores in one face to face, and he did respond.

Just for the main medicine of the third-level high-grade level-breaking elixir, which is not the complete elixir, there are so many golden elixir monks who risk their lives and sacrifice their lives.

Every Jindan monk has experienced this scenario countless times on his journey.

The people around him hesitated and did not dare to act rashly.

"Who are you..."

The most famous role is in refining the third-level high-grade level-breaking elixir, which is its main ingredient and can help monks in the middle stage of the golden elixir break through to the later stage.

He believed that his opponent would understand and respond.

Among the three people opposite, the one with the highest level of cultivation was a bearded man.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

The poverty of the casual cultivators in Beiyuan and their tendency to fight and fight can be seen clearly.

After Jiang Ding took off the fruit, he sprinkled a handful of powdered spiritual stones and used the third-level spiritual rain technique in the direction of the golden line to replenish the vitality of the spiritual plant.

This is what this group of early and middle Jindan monks are fighting for.

A middle-stage Jindan monk made up his mind and shouted loudly, with cold murderous intent filling the air, and pointed with his eyes at several opponents who had been fighting a life-and-death battle before.

Reveal your figure.

A sword intent that shatters spirits and destroys magic washes away.

"Bye,"

He knelt down on one knee without hesitation, placed the flaming red sword in front of him, and bowed his head deeply.

"Goodbye, Lord Tushan!"

"Kill first together——"

The monk in the middle stage of Golden Core who was the first to speak took out a heavy hammer magic weapon and gave a sharp shout. Just as he was about to say something, his hand shook and the words got stuck in his throat. He suddenly turned back and looked at the bearded man in front of him in disbelief.

He remembered that this person had a nickname, he was called Crazy Sword Hou. He came from the famous Huo Ran Bandit on the grassland. He was always ruthless, greedy and bloodthirsty. He was famous for wanting money rather than his life. In the late stage of Jindan, They all dare to join forces with others to fight.

How could he be so spineless?

Is this someone else's hidden illusion? Have you lost your mind?

"Greetings to Master Tushan!"

"Goodbye..."

It was not just the middle-stage Jindan cultivator Crazy Sword Hou. After he let go of the magic weapon and knelt down on one knee, three more people made the same move that was close to surrender. There was even a person coming from behind the Golden Core cultivator who was the first to speak out, and he was his subordinate.

"What are you doing..."

The middle-stage golden elixir monk who used the sledgehammer magic weapon trembled, and seemed to realize something. He grabbed the heavy hammer magic weapon that was about to fly out, threw his knees to the ground, and quickly saluted.

"Greetings to Master Tushan!"

Brother Sledgehammer didn't know what this Tushan was, but that didn't stop him from making such an action and showing a very flattering expression.

Under the influence of several people, the remaining Jindan monks were all like this, and no one was left standing.

"……good."

Jiang Ding released his hand from the hilt of the sword and looked at the faces of several Jindan monks: "Fellow Taoists, have we cooperated before? This is good. We don't need to get to know each other again."

"My lord, the Sutra Pavilion is a great kindness. I dare not forget it even though I am humble."

Crazy Sword Marquis said respectfully, he was not greedy for money or life, or crazy and bloodthirsty at all as rumored by the outside world.

"How dare you forget your grace as a human being..."

The other three golden elixir monks also spoke out, apparently appearing in the previous trip to the Sutra Pavilion.

The monk behind the Sledgehammer magic weapon monk who was the first to attack Jiang Ding showed a trace of panic. His mind moved quickly and he quickly explained something to his boss.

Obviously, out of consideration for keeping the technique secret, he did not tell the other party what happened.

"Several fellow Taoists, I have a deal now and would like to discuss it with you."

"Well, it's just a small business, it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not."

Jiang Ding didn't care about these little tricks, nor would he interfere with how others handled his trophies. He smiled and said: "First, no more Jindan monks are allowed to fight in Luoxu Sect. Anyone who violates this will be killed."

The bodies of the surrounding Jindan monks trembled.

"Secondly, I own 30% of all the elixirs in the elixir garden, no matter what grade or type they are."

"The remaining part will be distributed in the form of meritorious deeds to the monks who obey my orders. The general principle is ten shares for the monks at the peak of the Golden Core, six shares for the monks at the late stage of the Golden Core, three shares for the monks in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and one share for the monks at the early stage of the Golden Core. Then increase it according to the amount of merit."

"What do you think of my little Taoist business?"

"I am willing to serve you!"

Crazy Sword Hou said without hesitation.

On the grassland, the strong are respected.

The person in front of him was far more powerful than him, and he acted according to rules and was willing to share benefits with his subordinates. Naturally, he said what he said.

If you encounter something you can't do in the future, let's talk about it later. Anyway, the legs are on you.

"I am willing to serve you!"

The other six Jindan monks also said respectfully without any hesitation.

"very good."

"It seems that everyone is very interested in my small business."

Jiang Ding nodded, his sword intent shrouded down, and he marked the souls of the seven people respectively so that they could be tracked and restrict their behavior. He also took out some ores, silk leaves and other heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and casually refined a few A low-grade magical artifact was thrown to a few people.

"A low-grade magic weapon, a one-eyed silkworm."

Seeing that several people looked confused, Jiang Ding explained: "It is a small gadget. You must wear this thing at all times. You are not allowed to cast any concealment spells. I will watch what you do the whole time as a reward for your merits." Judgment criteria.”

"If it's broken, I will view it as hostile."

"I know this is a bit excessive. Monks all have their own privacy, so I am very embarrassed..."

Jiang Ding said embarrassedly.

"You won't cover it up and destroy it on purpose, right?"

"No, no! No!"

Crazy Sword Hou and others shook their heads crazily and said repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)