A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1163 The beings in the upper realm regard all living beings as ants
Billions of demon armies and heavenly soldiers and generals from the Thunder Department went away towards the small world in the distance.

"Greetings to the Supreme..."

At the same place, the middle-aged monks with beautiful hair, Shuoyang Tianjun, Mingguangzi, and Xipingan kowtowed respectfully with the utmost humbleness.

But got no response.

The army from above arrived without any intention of rewarding or scolding them, as if a part had completed its mission and was no longer useful or valuable.

No one paid any attention to them.

"Ugh……"

Shuoyang Tianjun still maintained meticulous and humble etiquette. Even though the army from the upper realm had already gone far away, his heart sank: "The cultivators from the upper realm seem very arrogant, as if they are already superior beings. They are no longer the same species as us. Even talking to us is something they have to do with their noses pinched, as if they saw a stinky beggar."

"If you want to learn how to ascend to the upper realm from them, it will be difficult."

He was once the invincible one in the Small Thousand Worlds, the ancestor of the Beiyuan Family. He was very clear about the abyss-like gap between the upper and lower classes. It was almost impossible to communicate, to establish friendships, and there was no possibility of anything happening.

If you shamelessly approach them, you will be killed instantly.

"Now, all we can do is wait."

Ming Guangzi also appeared very humble, almost kowtowing to the army from the upper realm. He had changed a lot during his years of exile, and said coldly in his telepathic voice.

"See how Jiang Dingzi responds."

"What about the strength of the upper realm army? It's too strong. Jiang Dingzi will die instantly, and we won't have any chance."

"On the other hand, if we are too weak, that won't work either. It's best to maintain a stalemate. Then, these upper realm cultivators will become ants and have the possibility of communication..."

……

"You guys go ahead."

"No need to go into battle, just stabilize the formations in various locations and make sure they are not broken."

Jiang Ding put his hand on the hilt of the sword and stood up from the Six Paths Throne.

"Yes!"

"Tianjun!"

Mu Tianxue, True Lord Lieyang, True Lord Qingyun, Gong Caiyu, Heilouxi and more than 600 other Nascent Soul True Lords obeyed the order in awe, dispersed in all directions, returned to their subordinates, and were distributed in all directions through the teleportation array.

They will be stationed in the East China Sea, Southern Xinjiang, Western Desert and other places to garrison the bases of the Great Sun Boundary Array, provide them with mana, stabilize the array, and use pre-refined standard array components to replace and repair slightly damaged array bases.

That's all they can do.

Because they are only in the Nascent Soul stage, they are too powerless in the realm war, even though they have a large number of people.

Jiang Ding took a step forward, flew into the sky, flew over the clouds, flew over the strong wind layer, and finally came to the boundary thunder layer, merging with an invisible sun that formed a boundary formation. Through the boundary wall, he silently watched the two armies of gods and demons rapidly approaching the small thousand worlds.

Not long after, a terrifying world of lightning and shadows arrived.

The next moment, a gloomy and strange world filled with blood also descended.

The shadows of the two military worlds were filled with countless chaotic array runes, lightning flashed brightly, blood covered the sky and the earth, and billions of chain-like runes were generated to blockade and entangle the entire world, layer by layer.

"Order, the power of order..."

The furnace-like sun-like light flickered in Jiang Ding's pupils as he scanned these new things at a very fast speed.

These cultivators from the upper realm immediately displayed the power of order that only a quasi-emperor possessed, and they applied it with extreme sophistication that it was unheard of and was a military formation technology that was not possessed in the Nine Spirit Realm.

The thunder chains and the blood-colored demon chains were entangled with each other, spreading in all directions, diffusing into the galaxy, and even extending into the boundary wall, completing blockades again and again to ensure that the immortal arts would not escape, so as to facilitate a detailed search and not miss any omissions.

From the beginning to the end, these monks from the upper realm did not say anything and did not regard the monks from the small realm as the same race as themselves.

Until the blockade is complete.

"A monk from the lower realm who has attained divine enlightenment!"

“Kneel down!” A majestic Thunder God General appeared in the shadow of the Thunder God’s world, his eyes were cold and deep: “Release your soul and accept the slave seal of the Nine Heavens Thunder Sect, and you can avoid death.”

"Otherwise, your soul will be destroyed!"

Boom!

A thunder talisman fell from the sky like a thunder spear, instantly penetrating the boundary wall and piercing towards Jiang Ding's forehead.

The lightning contained a terrifying destructive force of thunder. It did not seem like the Soul Slave Seal, but more like a divine punishment from the Thunder Department to destroy demons and evil spirits.

Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all blessings from God!
These cultivators from the upper realm don’t want to know what the cultivators from the lower realm are thinking, nor do they need their answers. Even the Divine Transformation cultivators who are the masters of a realm are like ants in front of them, and they don’t care.

It's all so overbearing.

Release all your spirit and soul, accept the slave seal, and live.

If you are unwilling to let go of your soul, or hesitate for a moment, your soul will be destroyed immediately!

Boom!

The thunder talisman summons, and arrives in an instant.

When the thunder talisman was about to reach the green-clothed young man's brow, a finger appeared in front of the talisman at some point and gently grabbed it, naturally, as if grabbing a withered yellow leaf blown down by the breeze.

"madness."

Many cultivators among the Thunder Department's heavenly soldiers and generals showed mocking expressions.

The Lord of the Divine Sky, possesses the name ‘Shenxiao’!
He is one of the three Lords of the sect, namely 'Shenxiao', 'Shenlei' and 'Shenfa', and one of the strongest men under the sect's ancestor. Although it was just an ordinary attack, it was more than enough to kill several Divine Transformation cultivators in an instant.

This short-sighted ant cultivator from the lower realm is used to being the king of the small world. He is so carefree and leisurely walking in the garden. He really doesn't know how to write the word death.

However, it is not surprising, as most of the strong cultivators in small worlds are like this.

Ding!
The next moment, the pupils of many Thunder Department monks shrank.

The fingers of the young man in green accurately clamped the flashing Thunder Talisman. A faint sword energy emerged between the two fingers. The Thunder Talisman burst out with brilliant light, as if to destroy the world. Countless dense space cracks blossomed.

But in the end, with the faint sound of swords, all the strange phenomena of the thunder talisman disappeared and turned into a solid yellow talisman paper with many red patterns drawn on it.

"what?!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department were stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.

The Thunder God was even more stunned.

Although it was just a casual attack from himself, it should not have been taken by a cultivator from a smaller realm. He should not have such ability. He was just a cultivator from a lower realm.

It shouldn't be taken lightly!
"How could this be?"

"The monks from the upper realm... apart from other things, just considering their individual combat capabilities, they seem to be just like this?"

Jiang Ding casually crushed the Thunderbolt Talisman, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "This attack is beyond the peak of the Spiritualization Realm, but it is still very weak. I even doubt that the useless Shuoyang Tianjun can take it easily."

"What is the reason for this?"

"Is it because your status among the cultivators in the upper realm is too low, or is it because your sect is not known for its individual strength and does not care about this?"

"Or, the sect you came from,"

"So, so weak?"

The solar furnace in Jiang Ding's pupils bloomed, and a cold blood light emerged unconsciously: "Could it be that the cultivators in the upper realm are not all strong, there are also weak ones, trash, and weak sects."

"Like, you?"

"Is that right?"

(End of this chapter)