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Chapter 809: High Grade Infant Treasure Taiqing Flying Sword
Jiang Ding concentrated on the last stroke.

hum!
The twelfth Great Sun Tiangang Restriction is accomplished!

Accompanied by the buzzing sound, the twelfth Great Sun Tiangang Restriction shone brightly, with runes rising and dying on it one by one, shaped like an absolutely regular sphere, extending out hundreds of millions of rune veins, and in an instant, it was the same as the original one. The eleven Great Sun Tiangang Divine Forbidden City merged together and became a whole.

hum!
The Taiqing flying sword was red all over and humming. In a very short period of time, earth-shaking changes occurred in the sword, and the aura on the sword was elevated to a higher level in an instant.

The sharp edge on the sword was exposed, and its momentum shot straight into the sky. It was so terrifying that even the Golden Core cultivators were not qualified to look directly at it.

If you try to do it forcefully, your eyeballs will be pierced by countless sword energy in an instant, and blood will flow out like a fountain, which cannot be blocked by the golden elixir shield.

Finally, a top-grade baby!
For nearly a hundred years, more than one billion low-grade spiritual stones have been spent every year to synthesize Geng gold. The top-notch heavenly materials and earthly treasures such as Lieyang spiritual iron have been used regardless of the cost. A Taoist-level figure has worked hard day and night. Finally achieved.

"I've become stronger, a lot..."

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. He gently stroked the red and high-temperature sword body, letting the sword energy between his fingers sizzle under the high temperature, and green smoke came out.

He could clearly feel that his mana, consciousness, and soul were changing and improving, and the sword was like a human being.

After admiring it for a moment, Jiang Ding took out a small pile of Yuexi crystals, forming a stream-like mist. There was no sky or earth, and the air flowed in the space around him.

Dairi Tianchi is the cradle of Dairi Jianzi, which can greatly enhance the growth of Dairi Jianzi. Dairi Jianzi is incomplete without Dairi Tianchi.

The murderous intention in his heart was ready to move, and his eyes were filled with scarlet from time to time, getting more and more serious.

The two divine objects in the Great Sun Heavenly Lake, the Sun Flame Crystal and the Moon Creek Crystal, can be said to be opportunities for sword refining, and are the results of the exploration of the top immortal path by the realm-dominating sect.

"Great news."

This is the influence of the sword of the natal Taoist foundation on the monks, sharing life and death, and accompanying them throughout their lives.

That was the direction of the Eight Immortal Sects, in the absolutely safe rear, similar to his position in the Immortal Sect.

Jiang Ding looked at his natal flying sword carefully and felt her changes.

Jiang Ding planned in his mind.

Place the Taiqing Flying Sword in the misty sword energy. In the sizzling sound, the body of the Taiqing Flying Sword returns from red to blue-gold color. The metal fatigue in the body that is about to reach its limit is greatly relieved, and the spirit becomes active. A few points.

He looked in one direction.

"Good news."

The Taiqing Flying Sword had been stored in the mist crystal stream for a long time, then was taken out and flew in front of him.

"You can get the Nascent Soul level back from the Great Ritian Lake. By then, the speed of cultivation and the progress of swordsmanship research will be greatly accelerated..."

"Correspondingly, the ability to accumulate killing intent has also become stronger."

Jiang Ding couldn't help but be silent.

Jiang Ding gradually got used to it and no longer felt afraid of this kind of chaotic murderous intention that was faintly out of control. He got used to coexistence and said to himself: "Zhenjun Dinghai and the others are not dead. This is good, very lucky."

In this kind of battlefield, if Nascent Soul cultivator wants to survive, all he can rely on is luck.

Now, through the Taiqing Flying Sword, even in this battlefield covered by unknown forces, he can sense the auras of powerful people. Almost all of them are Nascent Soul monks, and many of them are even True Lord Dinghai and True Lord Killing Souls. The top monks of the Immortal Sect can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and are frighteningly sharp.

"It is sharper and has a stronger ability to utilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

There, there were eight familiar auras gathered together and sensed by the Taiqing Flying Sword. Even the battlefields of the Void Refining Level could not hide it. This was destiny and was almost equivalent to the induction of the causal level.

This sudden gathering of eight kinds of aura must mean that something is about to happen.

Jiang Ding was vaguely looking forward to it.

"Jiang Ding," I don't know if it was a coincidence or not, but the words of Shenji Tianjun came, faintly tired, but very exciting: "After three years of bloody battles, the Eight Immortal Sects' steady and gradual advancement strategy has cost us a heavy price. After breaking through, there is chaos inside. The Eight Immortal Sect coalition forces temporarily retreat, and there is no need to worry that the Immortal Sect fleet will be destroyed in the next moment. "

"They protected that old guy Xuanwu, is it useful?"

Lord Shen Ji Tianjun sneered: "Who stipulated that we must keep an eye on that old guy Xuanwu? How stupid!"

"Since the old guy from the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect is so jumpy and the first one to stand up and provoke the Immortal Sect, then he will bear the consequences. We carefully selected the time. The artillery group of the Immortal Gate Fortress suddenly concentrated on bombing. The old guy from the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect was unable to Cha, seriously injured.”

"At this time, he is facing a slight death crisis, and there is a small possibility of his complete demise."

"The same is true for the Immortal Sect. It is even more likely to be destroyed under the siege of the other seven powerful men than the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect."

"Then, the old man Wan Beast ignored the possibility of his death and ran away like crazy, causing chaos on the front lines of the Eight Immortal Sects, causing them to collapse for a moment, and a large number of Soul Transformation Nascent Soul cultivators died."

"Hahaha!"

"It's exactly what the saying goes, dogs that bite but don't bark, dogs that bark are stupid dogs."

Lord Shenji was so happy that he tried his best to ridicule: "This old guy looked rough and fearless of death. He was the first to jump out with a far-reaching vision. I thought he could really fight to the end. I didn't want to risk his death, so I just Fleeing in embarrassment."

"It's true that the older we get, the longer we live, and the closer we get to old age, the more we fear death."

He was not without emotion.

Immortality is noble and private.

In the hearts of many immortal cultivators, nothing in the world and all the people in the world combined are incomparable to their own lives.

Even the sect that has lived for tens of thousands of years since childhood and has placed countless emotions on it can only be ranked second, a distant second.

Fighting for the sect, fighting for the sect, fighting for the continuation of the ancestor's inheritance, these are all fine. This is fighting for one's own interests and fighting for years of emotions.

But to die for these is not possible.

"The current situation is that the Eight Immortal Sects have temporarily given up the frontal attack and need a period of rest and recovery."

"After losing the frontal battlefield, they plan to open up an in-bounds battlefield."

Divine Lord Shenji was a little embarrassed to say it, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, we old guys are not strong enough, we don't have the initiative on the battlefield, and we can't stop it. The eight immortal sects' internal landing operations are coming soon."

"Once multiple small realms are lost, the Beidou Stars in the sky will be broken instantly, and the military formation outside the Immortal Sect realm will also be affected to a considerable extent."

"At this time, the Eight Immortal Sects will attack again."

He lowered his head, guilt evident on his face.

He hated his own incompetence, which had caused the inner war to fall into a huge disadvantage from the beginning, with a small number fighting against a large number. He wanted a junior to face such a situation and such a war.

"Senior, there is no need to apologize."

"This is a very good thing, both for me and Xianmen."

Jiang Ding stood up and put the Taiqing Flying Sword into the scabbard on his waist.

At this moment, his eyes instantly changed from reddish to deep red, scarlet covering the entire eyelid, bloodthirsty and crazy, a strong warning sign in people's hearts.

Everything in the world, the universe, and the galaxies were all covered with a thin layer of blood at this time, making them blurry.

Only the figures among them, especially the figures of the strong men, became clearer and clearer.

(End of this chapter)