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Chapter 620: The Warlord Tendency of the Tushan Maid Group
Jiang Ding hid his figure again, closed his eyes, and began to gaze at the sea of ​​consciousness as a sword master.

In the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, there are more than two hundred Tianguang Yaoyang Taoist flying swords scattered here and there.

Obviously, the development of the Tushan Maid Group has been affected over the years, but it is still in the process of self-expansion, and it is like a secret sect.

Most of the auras are in the late stage of foundation building and the peak state.

Only a small number of them are in the early and middle stages of foundation building, and are latecomers who replaced the maids after they died in battle.

There are also some who are at the peak of foundation building, there are about forty or fifty maids.

This is normal. Their lowest qualifications are those with outstanding understanding among the two spiritual roots and the three spiritual roots. They also practice the "Tianguang Yaoyang Sword Code". There is no shortage of second-level resources. After experiencing a After more than a hundred years of practice, it is not surprising that he has reached his current state.

Not to mention, the earliest one hundred and forty-four maids were personally taught by Tu Shan Jianxiu and imparted monastic knowledge.

Although there are many maids at the peak of Foundation Establishment, they are still divided into strong and weak ones.

The strongest ones are three flying sword phantoms that contain the will of spring, summer, and autumn. They are friendly with the thirty-six flying swords of Tianguang Yaoyang Taoist soldiers, and their breaths are in harmony.

A flower in front of you.

From time to time, he lost power in the political struggles within the clan and was exiled to a remote place. The golden elixir monks who were his direct descendants had no way to advance, so they could only focus on the mountains and rivers, and created many brilliant artistic achievements.

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his mind sinking into the shadows of these three flying swords.

Everything in front of him became hazy, and after a moment, a green grassland and a low mountain appeared, surrounded by spiritual energy, which was an obvious third-order spiritual vein.

Horseshoe Mountain is on the edge of the Black Snow Prairie. It has a third-level middle-grade spiritual vein. The cultivators from the direct line of the Black Clan's Golden Pill are entrusted here to sit in one place.

……

Faintly sensing the aura of Thunder Tribulation, Jiang Ding did not choose to enter the perspective of the three strongest people. Instead, he chose a maid at random and devoted more attention to her.

This pastoral and demure life often appears in the literary and artistic works created by the direct monks of Kitahara.

Since ancient times, the heroes who dominated the fate of Beiyuan were born in the royal court.

"Are they forming pills?"

Horseshoe Mountain.

The direct Jindan is stationed in various places. After practicing, he rules a place, collects spiritual stones, picks spiritual medicines, and digs spiritual mines. He intercepts 30% of it himself and turns over 70% to the clan. His life is peaceful without any disturbance.

This practice has continued for thousands of years and is called Horseshoe Black by the surrounding monks.

There are hundreds of auras of Heavenly Light and Yaoyang Sword around.

At this time, the three-mouthed flying sword flickers on and off. Sometimes its aura drops to a level that is worse than even the initial stage of foundation building. Sometimes its aura suddenly rises sharply, comparable to a weaker golden elixir, and it goes back and forth.

This is the edge of the Black Snow Prairie of the Black Clan, adjacent to the grassland of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

This kind of routine and order was originally very stable.

It looks like a pastoral song that begins at sunrise and rests at sunset.

The competition between the big forces mainly occurs in the center of Beiyuan, where the Royal Court is located. It is the center of Beiyuan's spiritual veins. Many earth dragons meet and breed a large number of fourth-order mid-grade, fourth-order high-grade, and even fourth-order top-grade spirits. pulse.

Of course, this is for the direct line monks.

Of course, they are just neighbors of remote clans.

Such popular poems as "Holding the Chrysanthemum" and "Qingquan", Gui Mozhi who is known as the sage of calligraphy, Yin Tiancong who is known as the sage of painting... These people, even their enemies, have to admit their talents.

This leisurely, peaceful and boring life lasted for nearly ten thousand years.

Since more than two hundred years ago, it has been broken.

So far, after two hundred years of war, peace has become a luxury.

The area around the Animal Spirit Fairy City in the center of the Black Snow Prairie was fine and orderly.

On the edge of the grassland, from time to time, direct lineage and collateral lineage Jindan monks died inexplicably, and it took a long time for Animal Spirit Fairy City to get the news.

Here, too.

On Horseshoe Mountain, there is blood everywhere, corpses everywhere, collapsed houses, broken ground, thick smoke rising from time to time, and the remaining fire has not been burned out.

Up and down the mountain, it was extremely quiet, with only the sound of hunting wind blowing, but it could not take away the smell of blood here. It was confined here and cut off from the outside world.

Strictly blockade, covering the inside and outside. His eyes narrowed again.

One hundred and eight foundation-building female cultivators stood quietly with long swords on their waists.

They were wearing cyan skirts, covered with light gauze, and their appearance was invisible. They stood on the nodes of their spiritual veins, and their body auras were faintly connected, exuding a terrifying overall aura.

They stood motionless, as tall as green pines, completely ignoring the corpses and the smell of blood around them.

suddenly,

A tall female foundation-building cultivator closed her eyes.

After a while,

Her eyes opened, her gaze was as calm as a lake, and her aura suddenly changed dramatically. It was sharp, cold, and even had the faint smell of the Soul-Destroying Technique.

"Sister Tao'er, you..."

The bodies of all the female Foundation Establishment cultivators around them all trembled, and they instinctively looked towards where the tall female cultivator was.

"Greetings, master!"

After a moment of confirmation, the foundation-building female cultivators all knelt down on one knee, their green skirts covering the ground, and the sounds of warblers and swallows echoed in the spiritual veins of Horseshoe Mountain where no living beings could survive.

Jiang Ding did not answer them.

His consciousness unfolded and he stared at the surrounding corpses, the surrounding spiritual veins, and the smell of blood that had not dissipated in the air.

In the sense of the sword heart,

The former kindness and admiration of many maids have now mostly dissipated, and have turned into awe, respect, and a hint of fear and reluctance.

Time, decades apart, is enough to change a lot of things.

As time goes by, nothing remains unchanged.

"stand up."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"Yes!"

Many maids in green skirts stood up and looked nervously at the tall woman in the center.

Many of the female Foundation Establishment cultivators who joined later were a little curious. They glanced at this legendary but never-seen master from the corner of their eyes and quickly looked away.

"Tell me about the situation here."

Jiang Ding asked.

The troops here have been abnormally mobilized without his consent.

Of course, it was also related to the fact that he was in Luoxu Sect at that time and could not receive the message.

However, the emergence of independent, warlord tendencies is undeniable.

Same goes for killing.

There is a tendency to expand the killing scope and approach the local monks' habit of treating mortals and low-level monks as ants.

"Owner……"

The foundation-building female cultivators looked at each other, feeling flustered. After a while, three female cultivators stepped out bravely.

"Chun Jian, the first maid of spring, Shang Gong, the first maid of autumn, and Shang Yun, the first maid of summer, need spiritual land to break through the golden elixir.

Therefore, we chose a suitable location, gathered together, and suppressed the unjust elements of the Hei clan with Taoist military formations, so that light could come to this grassland. "

"The original people here..."

The three female foundation-building cultivators glanced up secretly.

"Two early-stage Jindan monks and dozens of foundation-building monks from the Black Sect of Horseshoe Mountain...are stubborn and refuse to clean up their skin and become monks again."

"So we did some, a little cleaning up here."

(End of this chapter)