A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1766 is not mysterious
The world is quiet.

As the original group of eight immortal sects' domains, the Imperial Land in the current ruling center of the ancient Shinto domain has never been as quiet as it is now. The whole mountain is silent.

All living things were silent.

The Lianxu Hedao monks are dead.

The remaining monks' minds and consciousness were frozen. In such a battlefield, they did not even have the qualifications to think, not to mention that they were suddenly attacked deep into their ruling heartland. It was difficult for them to resist.

"A monk with high individual strength seems to be very suitable for sneak attacks..."

In the endless light, a young man in green clothes arrived at the foot of Huangtu Mountain at some point and climbed up the stairs step by step.

The surrounding heaven and earth are solidified, but only the living things are solidified, as if it has turned into a painting. The mountain breeze and spiritual energy can freely shuttle through it, bringing a slight feeling of coolness.

This place is like a world frozen in crystal.

If the sword cultivator's will does not dissipate voluntarily, this state will last for tens of thousands of years before it disappears. It will be so long that the souls of all the living beings in it will disappear and collapse, but their bodies will still be alive, as if they had never died.

Jiang Ding walked up to the top of the mountain step by step, and his sword intent carefully swept every formation and restriction to eliminate any potential threats.

He has maintained this good habit for tens of thousands of years and has long been accustomed to it.

A moment later, Jiang Ding came to the Imperial Palace and saw heads all over the floor, blood splattered everywhere, and cultivators of the Lianxu Hedao realm falling to the ground. Nothing was different at this moment.

"After tens of thousands of years, after draining away most of the natural resources, a Hedao monk was born from nothing. Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

The talent training system of the Ancient Shinto is quite good. Based on a vast domain, it can steadily produce Hedao monks. It is indeed a former overlord-level force in the world community.

Jiang Ding stretched out his hand.

In the distance, the head of the Yellow Earth God flew up and fell into his hands, and then his flesh and bones collapsed into a ball of white ash, leaving only a soul that was sealed by several sword energies and fell into a coma lying in the palm of his hand.

The soul of this god still exists and is not dead, because he is still useful.

"I haven't used it for many years. I wonder if my skills have become rusty."

"This person really can't find any reason to forgive amnesty, that's it."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Being a human being, no matter whether you are on the path of righteousness or evil, you should always have some bottom line. This is an important reason why this race still exists. At least we should protect the children within the race.

Unfortunately, some people don’t always understand such a simple truth.

Since they don’t understand, then they have no reason to live. This is the price of not understanding and being ignorant.

Strands of sword intent surged into the soul of the Yellow Earth God. Under the terrifying sword spirit that was like a realm crushing, his soul's resistance was completely useless. His sea of ​​consciousness was breached in an instant, and all the memories in it quickly emerged and were recorded by the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Yellow Earth God is named Li Xiaohuang. He was born in an ordinary poor village in a small world during the rule of the eight major immortal sects. Since the eight major immortal sects did not test the spiritual roots of every mortal in the small world, and this small village was isolated from information, he would have lived an ordinary life, working in a few acres of fields all his life and then died.

When he was three years old, an old and kind voice appeared in Li Xiaohuang's heart.

This voice told Li Xiaohuang that his ancestor was one of his twelve direct disciples. It happened that his qualifications were among the best in the realm and he possessed the Yellow Dragon Taoist body. Therefore, he would become one of the strongest men in this realm in the future and support the important task of reviving the ancient divine way.

This old and kind voice has been teaching Li Xiaohuang.

After that, Li Xiaohuang experienced many things, including boring cultivation, difficult life-and-death battles, and great opportunities gained through coincidence. He was respected and revered by cultivators all over the world, and he used many methods to achieve his goals. Among the cultivators of Hedao, he was not a weakling and was not an easy person to deal with.

All these scenes passed by swiftly in the six realms of reincarnation, with hundreds or thousands of years passing every second.

Finally, the picture freezes on the scene where Yellow Earth God, after being promoted to Hedao, is qualified to go to the ancient Shinto mountain gate to pay homage to the ancestor, and the picture begins to flow normally.

Passing through the dusty palaces, the Yellow Earth God saw the ancestor. His body trembled, and he felt an inexplicable fear.

In front of him was a monster as huge as a mountain. This monster had countless pitch-black tentacles with smelly mucus between the tentacles. These tentacles kept wriggling and roaring. Looking up along these tentacles, one could see a thick hard shell covering the entire body.

Until the top of the hard shell, there is a kind old man.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

The Yellow Earth God was filled with fear, as if the one before him was a monster that devoured everything and was not a human being at all. He tried his best to maintain a respectful expression on his face and kowtowed.

"child,"

"do not be afraid."

The ancient god ancestor's voice was as kind as ever, and he said kindly: "I am a human being, so there is no need to worry about my appearance. It is just a stinking skin. The only thing we can do is to climb the immortal path."

The Yellow Earth God accepted the instruction with awe.

Afterwards, the Ancient God Patriarch talked about some things about babies, and said that this was related to the major event of the ancestral foundation of the Ancient God Dao for hundreds of thousands of years, and that the younger disciples should be diligent.

The Yellow Earth God agreed without any hesitation.

The ancient god master was very pleased. He gave some pointers to Lord Yellow Earth on his cultivation and also bestowed upon him many magic weapons and elixirs.

What happened after that was the Yellow Earth God's many matters related to his cultivation and ruling the realm.

Jiang Ding looked at it indifferently.

"Does it look good?"

A kind and gentle voice suddenly sounded.

This voice suddenly appeared in Jiang Ding's sea of ​​consciousness. The sound spread far away, causing several ripples.

“It’s not pretty.”

"It's just some boring stuff."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

He was not surprised or frightened at all. Everything was under observation. Even the sound was put in by him from the sea of ​​consciousness of Yellow Earth God.

Otherwise, the sound will go out as soon as it starts.

Everything is different from the battle in the Immortal Gate many years ago.

"yes,"

"It's not a pretty, boring thing."

The Ancient God Patriarch's voice was filled with confusion: "Why did the restrictions I set in this young man's soul not work at all? There was no warning, and it didn't self-destruct. It just allowed others to view his memory."

“Even the infiltration of this ancestor’s soul was completely blocked.”

"I haven't seen you for many years. I'm surprised that your six reincarnations have developed to this point. You are indeed a young man, unlike this old fellow, the ancestor."

"It's different."

Jiang Ding agreed.

boom!
A terrifying light suddenly bloomed in the soul memory world of the Yellow Earth God, and a terrifying palm broke into it from the sky above the soul world, tearing apart layers of heaven and earth, layers of dreams and reincarnations, and then pinched a flower in the Yellow Earth God's memory, and picked up an ordinary white fat insect on the leaves with his fingers, and brought it to the outside world.

(End of this chapter)