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Chapter 1035: Unknown Existence, What is it Looking for?

The life breath of Baizu Tianjun completely disappeared.

Not only here, within three breaths of his main body's death, the embryonic form of the Gold Cause and Effect of the Sword of Gold Destruction spread everywhere along the connection between the main body and the soul.

At this moment, seven cultivators from all over the world, one of whom was a cultivator from Hunyuan Fatiandu, and sixteen demon cultivators had a bright red blood-gold pattern appearing on their foreheads, which was icy and cold.

The cause and effect of gold has been confirmed many times to be correct. It is the life formed by a wisp of Baizu Tianjun's soul devouring the souls of others, and many people don't even know it themselves.

Then, these demon monks fell to the ground and died silently, their souls annihilated.

These many deaths occurred in public, causing panic among many monks around.

Many cultivators did not hesitate to report to the authorities and call in the cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Capital - these sword cultivators undertook almost all the killing missions in Tushan Courtyard, such as hunting down criminals, and they were inexpensive, efficient, and had a good service attitude.

They had to do so because Tushan law did not allow them to kill people or practice sword skills without rules, nor did they allow internal fights to the death.

If someone occasionally violates the rules, the Tushan maids will step in and kill them.

In order to find an opponent, the sword practitioners of the Great Sun Sword Sect were so worried that their hair turned white. They usually engaged in mad sword fights with restrictions, but when there was a mission to kill the enemy that complied with Tushan's rules, their eyes turned green.

Fortunately, there are still some of these enemy-killing missions.

The power of the immortal cultivators belongs to themselves, and there is no central array spirit computer watching over them all the time. Add to that the influence of Beiyuan's original social atmosphere, and the fact that many old cultivators are nearing the end of their lifespans and have fallen into madness. There are also all kinds of grudges and love affairs, narrow-minded human, demon, and racist races... and so on. Although the Small Thousand World is basically stable, there are quite a few homicides every year involving the foundation building, the elixir, and the Nascent Soul.

These are the jobs of the sword practitioners of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

They set up a Duwei Mansion to take charge of such matters.

Of course, these murder cases basically never reach Jiang Ding. In his eyes, everything is beautiful. The monks are orderly and polite, and everything is in order, which is indeed the case.

If he doesn't look for it deliberately, all the bad things will not appear in his life.

"The cleaning is done..."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and showed a look of satisfaction.

In the cause and effect induction of gold, the life form that is directly related to Baizu Tianjun no longer exists in this world.

The only surprise was that Lord Baizu actually did not leave any plans for resurrecting or splitting the soul on the sixty-year-old centipede named Jiajin, as if he had forgotten about it.

It seems that even a cold-blooded and ruthless person like the Centipede Heavenly King also has love for his children.

Jiang Ding stretched out his hand and a golden-green centipede shell flew in front of him.

Everything of the Centipede Lord was burned, and his flesh, blood, and soul turned to ashes. The only thing left was this golden-green shell, which is considered a top-grade fifth-grade treasure. It can be refined into armor, star fortress gun barrels, engine cladding, etc. Adding it as a biological material to smelting can improve the performance of the star fortress, and it is very valuable.

"The body of a fifth-rank upper-grade monster, with its concentrated essence, should be worth trillions of lower-grade spirit stones..."

Jiang Ding made an estimate.

His spiritual sense scanned the shell back and forth, repeatedly confirming it, and finally broke off a centipede limb that was as tall as a person.

This is the storage magic weapon of Baizu Tianjun.

"After all, he is the ruler of Southern Xinjiang, so this money can't be less..."

Jiang Ding happily held it in his hand and played with it: "Brother Baizu, don't worry. After deducting my appearance fee from this ill-gotten gain, I will donate 5% to the hundreds of millions of demon creatures in Southern Xinjiang to help them recover from their difficult lives. This can be regarded as your atonement."

He released a subtle wisp of spiritual consciousness and sword intent, which landed on the arthropod restriction.

I have no plan to open the storage magic weapon now. After all, it is a restriction on the transformation of the spirit, which will take at least half a year to one or two years. I just want to test the waters first.

"This ban is quite crude."

Jiang Ding took one look and felt that it was safe.

Click~
He was just about to study it in detail when the centipede's limbs flashed with spiritual light, revealing a subtle spiritual fluctuation. The restriction on the storage magic weapon opened spontaneously, and a complex and indescribable spiritual fluctuation emerged from it, spreading in all directions.

"This……"

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment, and then his expression immediately became serious. He stared at the limbs without saying a word.

A mass of brown, dried flesh.

It flew out slowly from the storage limbs of the Centipede Heavenly Monarch, generating an obscure wave that spread in all directions, searching for something.

"It's been ten thousand years... this little centipede is dead..."

"……could not find it……"

This mass of dried flesh whispered, like life, or like a magic weapon, performing some unfinished spell.

"... depend on living beings... look for..."

It murmured that it had some way of determining the most potentially powerful organism nearby and was unwilling to change hosts frequently.

Soon, the target was locked.

It flew slowly towards Jiang Ding's eyebrows.

It is clearly before our eyes, but it seems unreal, flying precariously in another space, as if it will fall at any moment. However, those who witness this scene have a strange premonition that it will definitely appear between their eyebrows, like fate that cannot be changed.

“Above the Divine Transformation…”

Jiang Ding's heart trembled and his hair stood on end.

Without thinking, he immediately used his spiritual sense to contact the tip of the broken sword and leave.

Now, if he faces Lianxu, he will surely die!

Not only when facing Lianxu's real body, but also any means, spells, and spiritual attacks of Lianxu are all useless!

hum!
At this moment, between Jiang Ding's eyebrows, a city mark of a deep blue color emerged, spreading out in circles around him. His whole body became hazy, as if it was about to disappear and escape with him.

The mark of the immortal gate’s city of the end of the law!

At the same time, wisps of azure electromagnetic light, containing the light of unknown power, fell on the mass of dried flesh and blood.

The mass of dried flesh and blood paused and stopped in mid-air.

"……people……"

That kind of obscure and complex spiritual fluctuation appeared again.

It scanned the boy in front of it, feeling the glow between his brows.

Then it left silently and disappeared.

"what is this?"

Jiang Ding's heart was pounding. He tried his best to suppress his instinct to touch the broken sword tip and escape, as well as the fear in his heart.

As he was filled with fear, along with the humming of the Taiqing Flying Sword, his sea of ​​consciousness became increasingly colder, stripping away the influence of emotions and becoming as precise as a machine.

This world is very important. It involves the realm of refining emptiness, and even the path above refining emptiness. He is really unwilling to give up unless he is faced with a situation where he is certain to die.

Jiang Ding froze in the air.

It was like this for a long time, not moving, not leaving, thinking about something, with an expression changing constantly.

Several months passed by in a flash.

That mass of dried flesh and blood never reappeared, it really left. Even the related memories gradually became blurred, as if it was just an illusion.

Only with the sound of the Taiqing Flying Sword can he recall it again.

(End of this chapter)