A Swarm of Heavy Artillery Bombarded the Cultivators

Chapter 827 Changes in the Space Between the Eyebrows

After Jiang Ding finished writing, he took a look at his little notebook.

The first one is the mortal prince of Dongling Mansion. When he was sixteen years old, well, just a few days ago, he drove him out of Dongling Mansion and led troops to surround and kill him. If he hadn't run fast, he would probably have died. into a very dangerous situation.

This line is gray, not crossed out, not solved, because this person was beaten to death by others, and there is nothing that can be done.

The second ancestor of the Blood Slaughter Hall, Mu Tianxue, also led people to ambush him and wanted to kill him, but escaped at that time. This has been crossed out and completed.

The third shopkeeper of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce cheated him out of 155 million, which has been crossed out and settled.

The fourth one is True Lord Shencrow, who destroyed his Tushan Fairy City once...

The fifty-fourth one is the Great Sun Sword Sect. Their Nascent Soul Lord has attacked him. According to the principles of fairness, justice and morality, he needs compensation. This has not been resolved.

Lots and lots of them.

The one hundred and seventeenth one is An Tuzi, and the one hundred and eighteenth to one hundred and twenty-fourth one is the Void Refining Power of the Seven Immortal Sects.

Of course, if I don’t dare to remember my real name, I might have some kind of reaction, so I use a few circles and crosses to express it, so I just need to understand it.

Things that cannot be solved are grayed out, and things that have been solved are crossed out.

What is still bright is the problem that needs to be solved, and the management is very scientific.

There are not many bright ones, only a dozen or so.

"There are only so many enemies... you can imagine how generous and kind I am."

Jiang Ding put away the notebook and sighed in self-pity.

"How can I, a kind-hearted person like me, survive in the world of immortality?"

The moment Shadow Demon Daozi and Xuanwu Daozi Tian Xuanzi died, the crimson desire to kill deep in his sea of ​​consciousness was swept away. His soul was as clear as crystal, and he felt like he had turned into a warm, cheerful, innocent and kind boy again.

Don't always think about fighting and killing, there is still poetry and distance in life.

Not only that, but there are rewards.

Jiang Ding stared at the space between his eyebrows.

This is an unknown existence that appeared after the foundation was established. During the Taiqing Flying Sword Ceremony, it absorbed certain unknown substances from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen itself.

When he killed Zhong Yuanzi, he didn't feel anything. After killing Shadow Demon Daozi and Xuanwu Daozi Tianxuanzi, he could instantly feel that a large amount of unknown matter was escaping from the two Daozi's broken seas of consciousness. Every bit of it is absorbed and stored in the space between the eyebrows.

"Is this the reason why Jian Zi of Da Ri Sword Pavilion tirelessly seeks the Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect?

Far more than the desire for Yuanying monks. "

Jiang Ding was thoughtful.

"It should be noted that in terms of strength alone, there are still some immortal sects who are very powerful in their Nascent Soul, and their strength exceeds the peak of the Nascent Soul in the general sense."

"However, the Dauri Sword Master's desire for them is far less intense than the desire for Daozi of the Immortal Sect."

A large amount of unknown material is stored in a space of one square kilometer between the eyebrows. It comes from the three Taoists and accumulates in large quantities.

Suddenly, something changed.

There was a slight roar at the edge of the space between the eyebrows, and there was the sound of lightning and thunder, as if the world was being created, and life was gestating in the chaos, moving outward.

"This space has expanded?"

Jiang Ding had been observing carefully and immediately noticed subtle differences.

The space between the eyebrows began to expand from an extremely regular one square kilometer cube, to the sky and the earth, expanding to about half a centimeter in all directions, and then gradually stopped.

There was an instinct born in Jiang Ding's heart.

This place will continue to expand, a little more every month, and continue until the accumulated unknown matter is exhausted, and this speed will stop and continue to accumulate.

"Enlarged by half a centimeter..."

Jiang Ding's consciousness and sword intent scanned his weak soul and withered flesh and blood bit by bit.

This is the sequelae caused by burning oneself. It requires at least twenty years of cultivation to recover, and it also requires a large number of fourth- and fifth-level precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures, otherwise it will definitely leave sequelae that will affect the path.

If he were a golden elixir cultivator in the Small Thousand Worlds and had no heaven-defying luck, his path would be ruined.

Burning blood essence, burning soul, burning flesh and blood, this is not a joke, but to kill the enemy at the cost of self-destruction, regardless of everything.

If it continues for a few more seconds, cracks will appear in his Daoji.

Of course, these healing conditions are not difficult for Xianmen to achieve.

"The space between the eyebrows is a little bigger...but it seems to be of no use. Is the calculation speed of the soul's movement a little faster? Not sure."

Jiang Ding's consciousness and sword intention were scanned repeatedly, but he could not draw any conclusion.

The changes are too small, and the Immortal Sect has no research or inheritance on this aspect. It is quite complicated.

"Forget it, don't care, let's heal first."

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.

His injuries are too serious!

The skin all over the body fell into powder, revealing brown flesh and blood, which had lost water and essence of flesh and blood due to burning, revealing pale bones. The sea of ​​consciousness was turbulent and fragile, and cracks appeared in the meridians.

The miserable conditions are truly horrific.

At the moment, although there is no cure, we must try our best to maintain the current state and not continue to deteriorate.

Before Jiang Ding closed his eyes, he glanced at the battlefield.

After the death of all the elite troops of Qidaozi and the Tianjiao of the Immortal Sects, the combined forces of the Eight Great Immortal Sects still numbered more than 8 million and still had a certain fighting capacity.

At this time, morale suddenly collapsed, and the hearts were filled with fear. They evacuated frantically towards the gale layer and the boundary wall. They collided and killed each other frequently, ignoring the pursuit of the immortal gate fleet in the rear, and in an instant, they achieved far more results than in the past.

The situation is very clear.

In this world where great power belongs to one person, if the top Daozi and the elite battalion of Tianjiao fail, the entire battlefield will fail. There is no chance of victory, and staying is waiting to die.

The battlefields in the south, west, and north of the Fire Spirit Realm should be the same.

There is no Daozi-level combat power there, and the coalition forces of the eight immortal sects still have a huge battlefield advantage and can still fight.

But it is meaningless.

Once the Great Sun Sword Son is free, and the Dongji Demon Gate Fleet in the eastern battlefield is free, it will immediately bring a devastating blow to the coalition forces of the eight immortal sects in other directions.

If nothing unexpected happens, the coalition forces of the eight immortal sects in the three directions of the battlefield have begun to retreat to prevent the appearance and massacre of the Great Sun Sword Son and to preserve their vitality as much as possible.

In fact, they were overthinking.

Jiang Ding had little interest in this.

Inherited disciples, core disciples, known as Tianjiao, are indeed Tianjiao.

There are very few such geniuses in a small world.

They are tens or hundreds of people among tens of billions of mortals, and they are almost geniuses that appear in billions of humans. It is not excessive to call them Tianjiao, and it is appropriate.

However, from a higher perspective, there are hundreds of small worlds in the realm.

Such Tianjiao will be born in large numbers every hundred years.

After a few hundred years, this large number of Tianjiao will grow up again and become the inherited disciples and core disciples of the Jindan realm. They are simply endless and can't be killed.

If it is impossible to exterminate the Xianzong at once, it means delaying their lower-level power for hundreds of years. Compared with the tens of thousands of years of life of the Lianxu Great Power, it is not very useful.

Risking the risk of aggravating injuries and damaging the foundation of Taoism to do such a thing is undoubtedly a loss-making business.

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