A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1009: Send troops to sweep away the injustice of the world
Jiang Ding played with the ray of Yin-Yang magnetic divine light between his fingers, examined it carefully for a long time, and placed it on the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Cute little cartoon hands extended from the smooth blue-gold body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, grabbed the divine light, and dragged it into the flying sword little by little, followed by a crisp crunching sound.

An image emerged in the minds of many True Lords: a cute little girl was holding a ray of divine light and chewing it.

Jiang Ding stared at the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Her essence began to transform into the form of primordial magnetic light, but it seemed not to be light, but only an energy form. It did not have the characteristics of light's wave-particle duality and had many differences from the physical rules of the starry sky.

In general, the flying sword's 'wind resistance' and 'spatial resistance' have been greatly reduced, making the flying sword faster.

If it is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is almost impossible to see the Taiqing Flying Sword in flight. The same is true for many early Spiritualization cultivators. There is not much difference.

Jiang Ding came out of his thinking and calculations and looked down the ninety-nine steps.

True Lord Tianyang, True Lord Xufang, True Lord Qingyun, True Lord Yindao, True Lord Bingxue, True Lord Yunyu and other Nascent Soul cultivators stood solemnly with their hands clasped, like statues, without a sound of breathing; even a pin drop could be heard.

Number, one hundred and eighty-seven.

This number is greater than that of the Western Desert Demon King. It is the first time that human cultivators have an advantage in the number of Nascent Soul cultivators. Many Nascent Soul True Lords look full of confidence.

Over the past two hundred years, all industries in Beiyuan have developed rapidly and prospered immensely. Yuanying Zhenjuns have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and internal competition has increased dramatically.

More than two hundred years ago, a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage could occupy a fourth-order spiritual vein and claim to be the ancestor of a sect.

Today, cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage are no longer as good as before and can only serve in various places in the atrium and share the fourth-order spiritual veins of the atrium.

However, this is not poverty.

No one wants to go back to the old days.

Although the status of cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage is lower now, the spirit stones, natural treasures, elixirs, magic weapons and other things they obtain are much more than when they were independent cultivators before.

The former leader of a sect, although it sounds nice, is actually just the leader of a desolate vein. He has nothing but a fourth-level spiritual vein.

He collected and refined all the fourth-level elixirs, magic weapons, and talismans bit by bit by himself. Compared with the super power Tushan Zhongting, the difference was simply worlds, even though he was only one of the hundreds of True Lords.

"Jianzi, can we send troops to the Western Desert?"

True Lord Tianyang said eagerly.

Even though he is a magic cultivator, his desire to fight seems to be even stronger than that of a sword cultivator, and he can hardly bear it any longer. The magic cultivators around him are the same, eager to get their own chance in the Western Desert.

As for the sword-cultivating True Lords such as Xu Fang Zhen Jun, they all had boiling murderous intent, but they restrained it within their bodies and looked calm instead.

"Ah."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded gently: "But it's not about sending troops to the Western Desert."

"what?"

True Lord Tianyang was stunned.

Sword cultivators such as Zhenjun Xufang and Zhenjun Lieyang showed excitement.

"Yes, send troops to all places except Beiyuan."

Jiang Ding said slowly.

"Anywhere in this world, wherever the human race suffers injustice, wherever there are evil cultivators harming the world, wherever there are incense and obscene sacrifices that deceive the people of Dawn..."

“These should all be eradicated one by one.”

"Give back a bright and peaceful world to all the people in the world!"

Anywhere?

Anywhere in this world? ! !
The Yuanying Zhenjuns held their breath.

"Yes, Lord Tian!"

Then, all the True Lords showed fanatical light in their eyes, and the shouts were like a tsunami, even forming a strong wind and huge waves, blowing in all directions. Under the will of Tushan Zhongting,
Jindan cultivators from all over Beiyuan, as well as cultivators at the peak of foundation building, began to gather in the Tushan Courtyard - yes, as of today, there is no need for those below the peak of foundation building to join the army.

Among the three armies of Tushan, the weakest soldiers are the cultivators at the peak of the foundation-building stage. There is no place for any weaker cultivators.

It is not a blessing that I cannot join the army.

Many subsidies and merits will no longer be available, and the hope of advancing to a higher level will be closed. This is more terrifying than death for a cultivator.

One by one, the Foundation Establishment Pill cultivators from Beiyuan gathered quickly to the Tushan Courtyard like ants by flying and using teleportation arrays.

I don't feel this way elsewhere.
If you are near the Liudao Sect stationed in the Tushan Courtyard, you can see groups of armored warriors gathering here, covering the sky and the earth. They are instinctively attracted to each other by the military aura. They have all undergone at least a hundred years of rigorous military training, and it is almost instinctive.

These millions of cultivators gathered together, and without the need for a military formation, they exuded a terrifying and heavy aura, which could suffocate Yuanying True Lords and make Shenhua True Lords wait in a solemn manner.

While recruiting monks from all over the place, the warehouses that had accumulated treasures for hundreds of years in various places in the Tushan Courtyard were also opened, and stacks of talismans, bottles of elixirs, and magical instruments and treasures were distributed to all the monks in the army.

They are all standard elixirs, standard magic weapons and artifacts.

But it doesn't mean the quality is poor.

On the contrary, almost all of them are top-notch works of their kind, high-quality magical weapons that are rarely circulated on the market.

These things were distributed like water to all the monks in the army, arming them to the teeth.

……

The general mobilization in Beiyuan could not be concealed, and it almost instantly alarmed the other three regions, and they could no longer sit idly by.

Bingyuan Tianjun has been waiting in the Western Desert for a long time, but Xi Pingan, who has always been very enthusiastic and tried his best to persuade him to destroy the Six Paths Sect, has not come. He feels uneasy.

After thinking for a long time, her clone went to the East China Sea and came to the incense temple hanging high in the sky.

This incense-burning temple is shaped like an elliptical sun, emitting infinite scorching light. It is feared by many gods-transforming monks, who dare not step into it in person. Bingyuan Tianjun is no exception. Even in an emergency, she only dares to send her clone.

Without any delay, the Icefield Lord was immediately received by Xi Ping'an and passed through the layers of guards of the mighty sword-armored generals.

She met the Sword Master of the East China Sea on a shining great sword throne.

"Congratulations fellow Taoist!"

As soon as Bingyuan Tianjun saw him, he showed a happy smile on his face: "That villain is finally willing to leave the Six Paths Sect and expose his ambitions. It is a good opportunity for the three of us to join forces to surround and kill him..."

She said so for a reason.

Before this, Xi Ping'an had been trying his best to persuade her and Baizu Tianjun of Southern Xinjiang to jointly encircle and kill Tushan Tianjun of the Six Paths Sect, even if it meant attacking the heavily guarded Six Paths Sect's formation.

He even took out a strict Dao contract, willing to pay a huge price, promised not to take a penny of the spoils, and was willing to give a large number of fifth-level natural treasures in advance, allowing the two of them to choose freely from the treasury of the East China Sea Divine Court.

Such a huge price was paid, and it also told how dangerous Tushan Tianjun was and how he would become a big trouble in the future... and so on. It appealed to their emotions and made them understand the reason, just to join forces to kill Tushan Tianjun.

However, Bingyuan Tianjun and Baizu Tianjun did not agree for various reasons.

There are many reasons, such as lack of trust in each other, thinking it is a trap, having doubts, or being happy in life and unwilling to take the risk of change and needing to wait, etc.

The Heavenly Monarch has extremely rich experience, having lived for thousands or nearly ten thousand years. He has his own firm and stubborn heart of Taoism. It is extremely difficult, almost impossible, for others to convince him with words rather than overwhelming strength.

Now, the Icefield Lord has come to the door on his own initiative.

She thought that the other party would agree immediately, after all, they had been so enthusiastic before.

However, the golden-armored god on the throne just stared coldly at the Ice Phoenix clan's Heavenly Monarch in front of him without saying anything.

There seemed to be violent murderous intent, mockery, and anger in those huge golden pupils.

For a long time, no one said a word.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"

Bingyuan Tianjun's heart sank.

(End of this chapter)