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Chapter 1546 Three Swords
A grass dragon with a wingspan of several thousand meters fell into the starry sky.

There were a total of 2,627 wounds on his mountain-like body, where the scales were broken and the rules were cut off.

The immortal dragon body, the body of immortal life rules, which was famous between the realms, did not show any signs of immortality. It became cold and lost all vitality.

In theory, this shouldn't happen.

The vitality of monks who practice the rules of life is extremely tenacious and terrifying. Even if their bodies are smashed into pieces and turned into ashes, they can be restored instantly. No matter what means, they cannot be destroyed by swords, fire, ice... Not to mention that this is a dragon body, which has always been known for its solidity and immortality.

However, this thing that is completely inconsistent with the theory of immortality happened.

The dragon body of Grass Dragon God was cut by two thousand six hundred and twenty-seven swords. The last sword pierced through the heart and went out through the head, destroying all life.

His soul had already been chopped into pieces by the power of the sword soul, and not even a tiny particle of soul existed.

Keng!
The twisted golden sword light flew away from the head of Grass Dragon God, turned into a three-foot flying sword, returned to the side of the young man in green, and returned to the scabbard.

The sword comes out and the enemy dies!
"In the early stages of He Dao, it is indeed a bit weak..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

He stretched out his hand and a scale fell off the head of Grass Dragon Lord, flew towards him and landed in his hand. It was as dark green as jade, and flashed with the aura of the rules of life. It was obvious at first glance that it was a treasure.

This is the storage magic weapon of Grass Dragon God.

Jiang Ding made some magic spells and cast out runes, which fell onto the body of Grass Dragon God, shrinking it, and then stored it into the storage jade pendant.

This is the good thing about the demon race.

Its body is the best treasure from heaven and earth, which can be used to make elixirs, weapons, and raw materials for making certain warships. It can be said that its body is a treasure. Unlike human cultivators who mainly get magic weapons, their main harvest comes from here.

"There's more money."

Jiang Ding was somewhat satisfied.

However, although he has a lot of wealth now, it is actually not enough.

Taiqing Flying Sword, the treasure of Hedao!
Once the process of refining the Taiqing Flying Sword begins, no matter how many seventh-rank treasures there are, they will not be enough. The consumption will be like a mountain or an ocean, because one needs to forge a near-immortal foundation, and even have the ultimate goal of establishing an immortal foundation.

The battlefield of the Six Paths of Reincarnation shrank again, and various spells of internal fire, wind and water flashed inside, eliminating all cause and effect and magical power.

The starry sky returned to its original calm state without any changes.

……

Jiang Ding's escape light flashed and he set off again.

He followed the instructions of the central array spirit computer and went to one location after another, waiting.

The fifth time, the Lantern World, no.

The sixth time, the swamp world, no.

The seventh time, in the Yunwusha Small World, this time it was a beautiful female cultivator from the Painted Skin Peak of the Demon God Sect.

She looked at the young man in blue in front of her with doubt and surprise.

"Brother Da Ri Jian Zi..."

"Long time no see."

The Painted Skin God smiled sweetly, charming and alluring, his body was like a mountain with undulating peaks, exuding amazing charm: "How about you come to my Painted Skin Peak as a guest, brother?"

"I will serve you as my master, and wait for you to ascend to heaven and achieve great deeds like the ancient gods and ancestors."

"At that time, you and I will be a couple of gods and goddesses, won't we be happy?"

There were also illusions emerging around this woman, covering all directions, with human figures everywhere, forming a world.

In this world, scholars, court officials, constables, merchants, farmers...all kinds of worldly things, it seems that everyone is her, and yet it seems that no one is her, which is very strange.

"Middle stage of He Dao."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"Senior Painted Skin, I will give you three moves."

"There will be no changes to these three moves."

"If you can survive these three attacks... I will praise you and then give you another sword."

"Oh?"

The Painted Skin God was slightly stunned.

"The only difference is that the Painted Skin Summit will be recognized as valuable. After all the guilty monks are executed, the Painted Skin Summit will become one of the secondary civilizations of the Immortal Sect, and the ranking will be higher because you have proved its value."

"I wonder what you think?"

Jiang Ding explained seriously.

"Three moves?"

"This is hilarious, brother."

The Painted Skin God showed a smile and said, "Little brother, if you can be promoted to the Hedao in the future, it may be possible, but now? You should come back to the Painted Skin Peak with me. I will treat you well..."

hum!
The terrifying sword soul will descended. This sword soul will was overbearing, destructive, destroying the law, annihilating everything, suppressing the heaven and earth, covering the entire starry sky, and no place was immune.

"This……"

The Painted Skin God couldn't laugh anymore.

She felt a chill in her heart and turned around and fled.

In an instant, the illusory world around her collapsed, and billions of creatures in it, including merchants, farmers, emperors, constables, hawkers... all of them came to life and fled in all directions, sky and earth, surging like a tide. It seemed that every one of them was the Painted Skin God, and it seemed that every one of them was.

In fact, this is what it is.

This is the supreme secret technique of the Painted Skin Peak of the Demon God Sect, the art of reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes. As long as one phantom escapes, the Painted Skin God will be able to escape in the end. Although his magic power will inevitably be greatly reduced, it will definitely be restored to its original state after thousands of years. It is a first-class secret technique for escape.

Even a cultivator at the peak of the Hedao realm might not be able to kill her.

Keng!
Between the realms, the sound of swords rang out.

Jiang Ding stood in the world of six realms of reincarnation.

He looked at the countless figures in the starry sky and slashed out with his sword. As the sword came out, the sun rose in the east, and after going through the six reincarnations three times and eighteen levels of acceleration, it turned into 12,280 golden flying swords, forming a bright sword formation that descended into the world.

Twelve thousand two hundred and eighty flying swords shuttled back and forth, and hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of swords were slashed out at the same time in an instant.

The sword energy was everywhere, and the destructive sword pressure filled the entire starry sky.

"what!"

"Have mercy, I am just a scholar..."

“Please, Immortal…”

Under the countless sword lights, the human figures appeared vividly, as if they had vivid life. Blood was splattered, limbs were broken, and in the blink of an eye, all the human figures were wiped out and completely destroyed.

Billions of figures, no matter where they were, no matter what escape techniques they used, not a single one escaped.

"The first sword."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

After billions of phantoms died, endless black air rose in the realm in an instant, transforming into billions of evil spirits that cursed and roared, and billions of living beings cried, wailed, and resented.

"Why are you trying to kill me?"

"My whole family..."

"Kill you, kill you..."

This is the cursed ghost!

They instantly penetrated the space, the rules, the sword energy and the protection of magic weapons. They had extremely strong penetrating power and instantly appeared in Jiang Ding's sword soul, frantically devouring all the souls.

Keng!
In the materialistic Sun Sword Soul, the sun's rays shine everywhere!

The scorching, destructive, and annihilating sword light illuminated the entire sea of ​​consciousness, destroying all living beings. No matter how much resentment or hatred they had, all were wiped out and turned into dust, leaving them extremely fragile and unable to resist the slightest.

This spiritual attack is too fragile for sword cultivators, so there is no suspense at all.

"The second sword."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

His gaze penetrated tens of thousands of kilometers of galaxies and fell on a place deep in space where someone was trying hard to avoid and hide their breath. His gaze was like the sun's rays, shining clearly and revealing the figure of an enchanting female cultivator.

"stop!"

"Jianzi, no, Your Highness Jianzhu, please spare my life..."

The Painted Skin God turned pale and was extremely terrified. He begged, "I am willing to submit, willing to be your slave, willing to obey your will, and to build a great sect for you that surpasses the ancient gods..."

"Please, Sword Master..."

She made many compromises for the sake of her life.

It’s a pity that she was not born in the Nine Spirit Realm, otherwise she would not have wasted such time.

Keng!
The sun rises in the east, and after six reincarnations, it turns into a twisted golden dotted line, which is the prototype of the Sword of Destruction of Gold. It accompanies the sword master throughout his life and is the longest-lasting sword technique.

This golden sword light cut through the illusory membrane magic weapon and flashed away from the waist of the Painted Skin God.

"The third sword."

Jiang Ding said quietly.

The beautiful face of the Painted Skin God was stiff as he pleaded.

Then, a golden sword light appeared at her waist and cut her in half. Her flesh and blood turned to ashes, and her soul was destroyed.

Only a tough humanoid membrane remained.

It floats along with the dark wind from the realm.

(End of this chapter)