A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 593 Beiyuan Dahao surrenders in blood

"Can you talk?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

He thought it belonged to an innocent and cute little baby.

"Shit!"

Jiuyuan Lingshen cursed loudly: "I'm over a thousand years old, do you think I can speak? The words of our ginseng clan are babbling."

"But that doesn't mean I'm young!"

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"rent."

After a long time, he said quietly.

"Okay, anything is fine."

"After all, the people who can lend you money are people who trust you, good brothers, and good friends. Such people must not be let down."

Jiuyuan Lingshen had a flattering smile on his face and said flatteringly: "Serving you for five hundred years is simply a great blessing that Xiao Shen and I have accumulated through two thousand years of practice. If word spreads, I don't know how many of my fellow tribesmen will be envious, jealous and hateful." Woolen cloth."

"Let me just say that you are a good ginseng with high moral character."

Jiang Ding put away his sword and sighed: "I will never fail to pay back money. You know, I hate people who fail to pay back money the most in my life. I want to cut them into pieces."

Keng!

Draw your sword.

"hehe."

"Your kindness,"

"Actually no..."

These words made Jiang Ding feel a little embarrassed.

"That's good."

"This fellow Daoist Han Lin is, well, relatively poor. He may need some cash."

"You work for me for five hundred years. Well, you don't need to work. You just need to give me some ginseng whiskers every hundred years. If you give it five times, the rent of Luoxu Sect will be paid off, and then you will be free. "

"From the Luoxu Sect all the way to the Six Paths Sect, and even as far away as the East China Sea, no one knows about it."

"Your integrity,"

Jiuyuan Lingshen raised his chubby hand and swore an oath.

"Absolutely not!"

"You're not the kind of ginseng who doesn't pay back money you owe, right?"

Jiuyuan Lingshen smiled disdainfully.

Jiuyuan Lingshen said weakly: "I saw in the Luoxu Sect's library that you humans have always been so hypocritical and arrogant. I thought it was an exaggeration. I didn't expect it to be worse than what was in the book. I am unlucky to meet you. "

He emphasized: "I am an upright and kind-hearted monk, and I will not harm your ginseng safety because of debt issues."

The expression on Jiang Ding's face softened further, and he pointed to Han Lin beside him: "This is another landlord. After the death of the monk Luoxu Sect, the debts of the sect will be handled by the two of us, and he has 30%."

Jiang Ding gestured with his eyes and looked in another direction.

I am too upright and kind,

Can't see these.

Han Lin understood, grabbed the chubby Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll, walked to a hidden forest, and discussed it in a good voice for a while before sending the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll back.

Jiang Ding glanced at the doll.

This guy's skin is dull, his energy is weak, and his aura has dropped a lot. It will take at least a hundred years to recover. However, the foundation of his vitality is not damaged, and it is taken very accurately at the critical point.

"this is for you."

Jiang Ding threw out a large bag of spiritual fertilizer.

Produced by Xianmen, he prepared it when he thought he might need to collect medicine.

For the Immortal Sect monks, it is basic common sense to replenish water and fertilizer after collecting herbs. There is no need to teach them specially. Everyone around them has done this since childhood.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The Jiuyuan Lingshen doll pushed it away and said disgustedly: "Send me to the white plaster soil quickly and bury me for at least twenty years, otherwise my cultivation will fall."

"You try it."

"What to try, are you a ginseng or am I a ginseng? Do you understand or do I understand?"

Jiuyuan Lingshen doll said angrily.

Han Lin looked at the jade bottle in his hand with joy. The Jiu Yuan Ling Ginseng doll was very honest in front of him. It didn't have so many things at all. A little scare gave him enough spiritual liquid to conceive two babies. "Yes, you are ginseng."

Jiang Ding didn't bother to pay attention and directly grabbed a handful of spiritual fertilizer and blocked its mouth.

"Since I know it's you, still... wu wu wu..."

"what?"

The Jiuyuan Lingshen doll had its mouth blocked by the spiritual fertilizer. It struggled hard at first, but soon started swallowing the spiritual fertilizer in big mouthfuls, stuffing its mouth full, and its eyes shone brightly: "What is this? I Why have you never eaten it?”

"Ling Fei, if you want it, you can work for me in the future and take care of spiritual plants to earn money."

Jiang Ding replied casually, took out a storage bag that could hold living things, and stuffed the Jiuyuan Lingshen doll into it.

He will not bring any intelligent beings into the Immortal Sect.

However, even in this world, there are large tracts of spiritual fields that can be planted. If there is a mature ginseng willing to take care of it, it will not be difficult to increase the yield.

The two returned after a gap of several months, attracting the attention of a large number of Jindan monks.

Including the Holy Son of Six Paths, no one has ever left here. Two months have passed easily, practicing cultivation, refining elixirs and refining treasures.

"Greetings to Master Tushan!"

Many Jindan monks stood up and saluted without asking where the two of them had gone.

"According to the message on the Luoxu Order, the Luoxu Sect's mountain gate will be closed in six months. I can choose to leave when the time comes."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Now, follow me to find Xueliuyun, and ask him to join us in attacking the Luoxu Sect's Patriarch's Palace. If there is an opportunity such as martial arts, we will follow the rules of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

"Yes!"

Master Baimei and others remembered the skills they had obtained, and their morale was greatly boosted.

"One from the cadres, one from the Kun department, one from the Zhen department... come out."

As Jiang Ding's order was issued, a small military formation composed of more than a hundred Jindan monks appeared again.

The only difference is that after the Holy Son of Six Paths, a quasi-Nascent Soul level prodigy, joined, the difficulty of controlling the formation dropped again and the speed accelerated again.

The Bagua icon reflected all around, exerting heavy pressure and slowly advancing into the distance.

……

A formation of blood clouds,

A formation of Bagua.

The two are one behind the other, more than two thousand kilometers apart, and the distance is getting closer and closer, unstoppable.

The entire Bloody Cloud Eighteen Cavalry was filled with despair and pessimism.

"How long until we collide?"

Xue Liuyun said in a low voice.

From the beginning to the end, no one said anything about disbanding the military formation and scattering and fleeing.

Once dispersed, the Tushan sword cultivator can kill everyone without any effort.

"Nineteen days."

The blood gun will Hei Loucheng said in a deep voice.

There was a dead silence.

The eyes of many Jindan monks flickered.

Obviously, they would never be able to accompany the Eighteen Bloody Clouds to fight to the death. They were just being monitored all the time and could not leave alone.

for a long time.

In this calm, there is a sigh.

"Brother, surrender."

It took a long time for the bloody-handed demon Li Tu to finally return to his adult size, but his breath was still very weak. Many Qi-training monks were worse. He coughed for a long time and said: "The Holy Son of Six Paths and the Lieyang Sword are defeated, we... ...Maybe it’s not as good as this. If we continue to delay like this, there will be no results other than continuing to anger Tushan Jianxiu.”

"Although this person is vicious and vicious, he may still be trustworthy when he speaks. I heard that most sword cultivators are very committed to their promises."

"Zhenren Baimei, the Holy Son of Six Paths, didn't kill him either."

"Second brother..."

Xue Liuyun's face was filled with sadness.

Surrendering and handing over his fate to a monk he had never met was unimaginable in his past life. He had no other choice but to live or die standing.

(End of this chapter)