A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1918 The old days are old
The thunder of heavenly calamity rumbled down.

The creature in the thunder was welcoming the thunder, spitting out blood from time to time, its body was shattered and healed, and much of its flesh and blood was blasted into charcoal by the thunder and torn into pieces.

Surviving such a dangerous situation, walking between life and death, there is no calmness at all.

This made many powerful immortals change their faces, including the God of Wanji, the God of Shenji, the God of Gulin, as well as the God of Mie Ri, the God of Cang Hai, the God of Si Yan, the God of Ling Feng and others who had awakened from their slumber.

Even if they are far away from the heavenly tribulation, this is the case. Do they still have a chance?

"Don't worry too much."

"Orthodox heavenly tribulation is not like this."

Jiang Ding smiled and explained, "If you just want to be promoted to a celestial being, Yuan can be very calm and not even a hair will be hurt. He has such ability."

"But he has bigger ambitions."

"Then, we can only face this danger."

“It’s a huge blessing.”

“You must know that in the endless starry sky, there are countless extraordinary geniuses with great talents and opportunities. In the vast world, peerless geniuses appear only once every tens of millions of years. In their youth, they stumbled and walked on a road full of thorns and fog. There is no such good thing as a clear direction for their transformation into an ordinary person.”

"Being born in the Immortal Gate is the common fortune of us citizens."

"happiness?"

Lord Mie Ri, Lord Cang Hai, Lord Si Yan, Lord Ling Feng and others looked at the young man in blue in front of them in confusion and discovered many differences.

ancient.

Profound.

The aura of time on this sixteen-year-old boy in blue was simply too terrifying, as if he was - no, actually an old monster who had lived through countless years.

Compared with these old monsters who have experienced such a long time, these Hedao gods who fall into a deep sleep from time to time to slow down the passage of time are just like children, ignorant and foolish.

This feeling really makes people feel a little awkward.

"Um, Jiang Ding,"

"You seem a little old?"

An Siyan said somewhat uncertainly.

In the past, although this guy had gone through many years, the kind of vitality and childishness in him was almost overflowing, and if you didn't pay attention, you could easily mistake him for a high school student.

But now, I'm afraid even a mortal would not admit his mistake.

The aura formed by the accumulation of time is so obvious.

"Oh?"

"Nonsense!"

"Bad talk!"

"nonsense!"

Jiang Ding's expression was indifferent, but he lost his composure the next second and said angrily, "An Siyan! I'm only sixteen years old now, do you want to be beaten?"

How many years has it been?

How many years!

No one has ever dared to say this. If it happened outside the Immortal Gate, someone would definitely be beaten severely.

"real."

"I'm telling you, it seems a little different."

An Siyan said weakly.

"Really?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

Jiang Ding was skeptical: "I have only lived one fifth of my life, less than twenty years old... not much different from sixteen, right?"

"..."

Lord Mie Ri, Lord Gu Lin and others were speechless.

This kind of blatant show-off really makes people want to beat him up.

Seeing that the people around him were silent, Jiang Ding seemed to realize something. He looked inward, constantly scanning his soul and body, and finally found some clues. He cursed inwardly: "It seems that I am really a little vicissitudes... Damn it, this must be because I haven't achieved the Eight Steps of Nirvana."

"If I were a real fairy, I wouldn't experience this kind of vicissitudes even if I lived for a million years."

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Ding coughed and said casually: "What did we talk about just now? Yes, Yuan is in the process of Nirvana. You can also try to comprehend the Nirvana Sutra. Even if it is only the first or second transformation, it is good."

When designing this Transcendental Scripture, he had already made a plan, and many powerful people in the Immortal Sect can use it as a reference.

"How many people can comprehend the 'Nine Transformations of the Elemental Magnetic Nirvana'? Even if you can comprehend a little bit, it's fine."

Jiang Ding asked. "Me."

The Sun-Destroying God raised his hand.

“I can understand a little bit…”

The four Gods, namely, God of Bone Forest, God of Canghai, God of Wanji and God of Shenji, also raised their hands.

Then, it was gone.

These are limited, very rare.

"what about you?"

Jiang Ding looked at An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

All those in the circle around him are old friends of Da Ri Jian Zi, with whom he has deep feelings. Other cultivators in the Immortal Sect may be more talented and gifted, but they naturally cannot obtain Da Ri Jian Zi's personal friendship. Everything is done according to the Immortal Sect's system, and everything that should be there will be given.

"Jiang Ding, I don't understand at all!"

"Not even a little bit, not even a little bit..."

Jin Lingfeng had a sad face, grabbed the sleeve of the young man in green, and wiped her tears hypocritically: "Besides, Jiang Ding, I am not even sure of being promoted to a celestial being. It's 2 to 3 percent at most. Even if I get auxiliary pills and magic weapons in the future, the success rate will not exceed 10 percent."

“I’m so mediocre!”

"I am a useless person! Wuuuuuuu...wuuuuuuu..."

"This guy!"

The people around were at a loss for words and felt completely embarrassed.

However, what Jin Lingfeng said might be a helpless fact.

Lord Lingfeng, who was one of the top geniuses in the Xianmen sect in that era, is indeed too mediocre among the geniuses accumulated by the Xianmen sect over the past tens of thousands of years.

For such a being, promotion to celestial being depends entirely on luck, even if there are various opportunities.

However, he is lucky.

Do not!
We are lucky.

The Sun-Destroying God said secretly.

"so what?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes.

"What do you say?"

Jin Lingfeng said confidently, not looking embarrassed at all.

"Okay, I see."

"Don't panic."

Jiang Ding curled his lips and rolled his eyes, saying: "I am very strong. If I can be promoted to the Supreme... Of course, if I am not beaten to death, I should be promoted to the Supreme."

"I will be very strong by then. I should be able to help you guys advance to the Celestial Realm. It won't be a problem. But you'd better not slack off, because there are also basic requirements."

“Even a Seventh Tribulation Supreme Being or an Eighth Tribulation Supreme Being cannot elevate a mortal to a celestial being.”

Jiang Ding instructed and warned.

In the past, when the Lei Yang Patriarch of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm was promoted to the Supreme, he was able to bring some of his old friends to heaven with him. If he is promoted to the Supreme in the future, he can do the same.

The premise is that he was not beaten to death.

The risk is not small.

Dainichi Kendo is too restless and likes to get close to places where Daozi is.

At that time, he would naturally die together with these 'old friends of Da Ri', so it wouldn't be a big problem.

"Of course I know."

"Da Ri Jian Zi, you are so young, I think you are only fifteen years old, what others say is completely nonsense!"

Jin Lingfeng immediately said seriously.

"Easy to say, easy to say..."

Jiang Ding smiled reservedly.

"Hahaha……"

"You shameless bastard!"

Everyone burst out laughing.

Amid the sound of everyone talking, Yuan's body in the heavenly calamity gradually fell apart, became old and withered, and lost his vitality and breath bit by bit.

Life gradually drifted away from this old man.

(End of this chapter)