Chapter 787 The Swordsman Who Was Born with the Luck of the Sun Sword Pavilion for Hundreds of Thousands of Years

The life of the strong and the proud,

For sword cultivators, this is a great opportunity!

"so crazy……"

"It makes me want to just catch a strong man and kill him. I don't care about the enemy or the situation, just keep killing, keep killing..."

A deep red appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.

This is not the influence of sword refining, but simply the strong greed exposed to the outside, which can be seen by outsiders.

"No, no."

"He's going to die."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, looked into his heart, and cleared away the sudden burst of greed from his soul little by little: "No matter how much the sword cultivator desires the strong, no matter how much his sword intention improves, this kind of madness, this kind of sinking into The phenomenon of killings is not a good thing and is obviously abnormal. "

"Monks, you must have some inner persistence to move forward steadily and far."

"It all depends on killing. Sooner or later, you will fall into madness, fall into a bottleneck, self-destruct or be unable to make any progress."

Sword cultivator, a human profession born on the racial battlefield, takes an eccentric approach to swordsmanship, which is too crazy and dangerous.

Once there are no external enemies, the pure kendo sect and kendo monks themselves will explode and split. If there are no opponents, they will have to create opponents. This is not a normal path.

Jiang Ding thought about himself for a long time and opened his eyes.

Calculating the time slightly, it can be seen that a few breaths have passed. The war has just begun to enter the next process, far less than the earth-shaking changes that have occurred in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Scan the battlefield.

Twenty-four air and sky army fleets were guarding him, and the rest were cleaning the battlefield, killing all the monks who refused to surrender.

The Xuanwu Tiangong monks were fleeing in all directions, fighting for the road from time to time, and the chaos was extremely chaotic.

Among them, a large number of low-level foundation-building monks surrendered.

They have no loyalty to Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, and there is no burden for surrendering. Because they are small characters, the soul restriction is also very simple. The Xianmen fleet can easily suppress the outbreak, and it takes no effort to lift it.

As for the Jindan monks, many surrendered, and they had bypassed the soul restrictions in advance and made various hints. They would not surrender until it was confirmed that the Immortal Sect was willing to surrender and was willing to take action to suppress the restrictions.

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is a typical sect that only belongs to a few people. The centripetal force is very weak. Even when it is at a disadvantage, it still resists tenaciously. There are very few people who go against the current.

However, these people do not include the core and above disciples of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

Whether they have feelings for the sect or whether the Tiangong prohibits Xuan Miao, the core disciples of the Xuanwu Tiangong, as well as King Mu and others, use their own methods to escape crazily, without any thought of surrender.

The group's warship cannon roared, and the Lingzi radar waves scanned all directions, killing again and again. The Mu King and others who lost their military formation had little resistance, and only one or two people escaped.

"The pillars of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are very powerful."

Jiang Ding said calmly, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword.

However, he did not look at the fleeing King of One or Two Heavenly Palaces. He just cast his gaze in the distance, on a black and white chessboard with thirty-six white stones vertically and thirty-six black stones horizontally.

On it, a deep sword mark is very clear.

Chong Yuanzi’s natal magic weapon, the innate Bagua chessboard, and the embryo of a virtual refining weapon!

"Xuanwu Daozi..."

Jiang Ding showed fear and did not step forward to collect his spoils.

The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has a very special system. Every realm has a Taoist disciple, and the Taoist disciples are not destined by fate. They are selected and cultivated from an early age with amazing talents.

But it comes from killing, from devouring, from the well-deserved strongest!

So, how can Xuanwu Heavenly Palace ensure that its Taoist strength is not weaker than or even better than that of other Immortal Sects, and that it has the potential to be promoted to Lianxu in the future?

You must know that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Taiqing Divine Iron, the Five Elements Heavenly Sect's Five Elements Void Bronze, and the Greenwood Immortal Sect's Greenwood Heavenly Seed are all amazing divine objects. Before Daozi practiced Taoism, he had been integrated into Daozi's soul since he was a child, cultivating each other day and night, and cultivating each other day and night. Promote growth.

In this way, the miracle of Daozi's realm of suppressing the world appeared.

This cannot be made up for by your being ruthless, bloody, and talented in fighting.

The solution to the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is to refine and inherit the seeds of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace!

Jiang Ding has read relevant information.

There is a sentence that appears in large numbers in the Xianmen's research books on Xuanwu Tiangong Daozi.

"The Daozi of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are not Daozi, but the seeds of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, which are slowly but never-endingly strengthening from generation to generation.

The monk is only its temporary bearer, not its owner. "

Jiang Ding stared at the chessboard, thinking about many things.

"Little friend,"

A vicissitudes of life, a kind voice, appeared in the soul.

Jiang Ding was shocked.

Everything in the world must have traces.

Whether it is spiritual communication, sound transmission, or text, when information is transmitted, there must be a carrier. This is an obvious natural law.

However, this voice suddenly appeared.

There is no sound, no fluctuation of consciousness, and no image. It just suddenly appears in the sea of ​​consciousness and is known to others.

Jiang Ding's expression was uncertain.

After a while,

He took a deep breath and said politely: "Young man, I have met my seniors."

"senior?"

"Hahaha……"

The old and kind voice smiled: "Don't you always call me that old thing, or the old immortal of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace?"

"This is the result of two naughty boys Yuan and Shenji."

Jiang Ding was even more fearful and said nothing.

This is already the limit.

Daozi-level souls were raising alarms like crazy.

Danger!

Danger!

Get away quickly!

Don't do anything or say anything. These are all touching the dangerous abyss. If you don't pay attention, you will fall and sink forever. Even if you just look at it, you will be affected and your soul will undergo unknown distortion.

There was no response.

The old and kind voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"My friend, you are really gifted."

The old voice did not care about such impolite behavior, and was still kind: "In the world, there is a saying of luck. It is not the luck that the Dongji Demon Sect denounces as superstition, but the art that is said to be inherited from the true immortals."

"There is a fragment in the Heavenly Palace, named "Luck", which was brought by the ancestor from his hometown."

"It says that people have luck, all living things have luck, and heaven and earth have luck. These are the three lucks."

The old voice is like instructing the younger generation.

"The Sun Sword Pavilion had the potential to unify the realm back then. This is a kind of destiny of all living beings. When a great power is about to be born and take off, under the influence of the destiny of all living beings, a son of destiny will be born, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the Sun Sword Pavilion and transcending the refining void."

"For example, if the mortal dynasty is unified, there is a great possibility that the son of heaven who will sweep the universe will be born."

Jiang Ding kept sounding the alarm in his heart.

He asked for help from the starry sky troops and the central array spirit computer. He didn't dare to do anything himself. Facing such a strong man, everything was wrong, even doing nothing was wrong.

"Friend Jiang, you are the son of sword born from the accumulation of the sword luck of the Sun Sword Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of years."

The old voice said solemnly.

"According to the theory of innate Bagua arithmetic, the unification of the realm by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was almost a foregone conclusion. We were all in despair. Who would have thought that the anomaly outside the star field, the Dongji Demon Sect, would appear."

"In the end, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion failed."

"But their son of the sword of destiny is still alive in the world."

"Over the years, our eight major immortal sects have been looking for him. The Qingmu Immortal Sect thought they had found him, and the Wanshou Immortal Sect believed that the son of the sword of destiny had died with the demise of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

"I think he is not dead yet, and is just around the corner."