Chapter 833 The Tragic Galaxy Battlefield

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes on a third-level top-level spiritual vein.

The thousand-meter-high Sun God Tree beside him, which was absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun, also stopped as he stopped, and the brilliant light was restrained.

The turbulent sea of ​​clouds in a radius of a hundred miles gradually calmed down.

"The injury has recovered initially..."

Jiang Ding looked inward at himself.

The dilapidated sea of ​​consciousness full of spider web cracks is now more stable. Although the cracks are still there, they have become thinner, and the large gaps have basically been repaired. The soul is initially complete, and there will be no more chaos that will cause errors in simple numerical calculations.

The same is true for the meridians, which can initially accommodate the circulation of mana in them, and will not cause the injury to worsen.

The charred skin has grown out, and it is still very pale. Some places are translucent, and blood can be vaguely seen flowing under the skin, but at least it has grown out.

"My fighting power has recovered a little."

"If I encounter danger, my fighting power can be fully unleashed, but my injuries will worsen, and the safety in the realm will be further guaranteed."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly and calculated the time it would take for him to fully recover: "It will probably take another thirty years to fully recover without any sequelae."

"During this period, the speed of cultivation will be affected a little, but not much."

This is the terrible consequence of burning blood essence, burning soul, and burning flesh and blood.

This is the case when Jiang Ding has already used a large number of fourth- and fifth-level healing elixirs and elixirs sent by the immortal gate. Otherwise, it would be a great fortune to survive, and there would be no more extravagant hopes for the path.

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky.

In the past ten years, the starry sky battlefield has become more and more cruel and bloody.

The great powers of the eight immortal sects began to fight desperately, no longer so timid, the starry sky continued to break, and the star-level formation could not withstand it. The formation base collapsed, fought for, and repaired.

The two sides fought for life and death for each formation base, and the lives of the cultivators fell like raindrops.

From time to time, warships and starry sky fortresses were broken by powerful means, the hulls were shattered, the boundary wall was smashed, and they fell into the boundary.

When passing through the boundary thunder layer, most of the cultivators died, and only a few were rescued and sent to the boundary formation for healing.

But at most, they just waited for the injuries to stabilize slightly, and the soldiers of the starry sky force flew out of the boundary again, driving the spare warships of the immortal gate, and continued to kill into the immortal gate army formation, and no one could stop them.

In recent years, most of the aerospace forces in the boundary have been drawn and integrated into the starry sky air formation.

Ouyang Hui, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and other aerospace fleet generals have gone, with their troops, integrated into the starry sky air formation, and participated in the battlefield of refining the void.

Too many people died!

A large number of Yuanying and Huashen cultivators died, and the immortal gate army formation began to have gaps.

Whether it is the aerospace forces, the citizen conscription fleet, the scientific research institution conscription fleet, or even the graduate students and doctoral students of major universities, they all began to forcibly conscript and all were thrown into the refining void army formation.

Every citizen of the immortal sect who has the ability to fight must participate and must participate!

Because, if they fail, everyone will die!

The eight immortal sects will never leave any troubles behind, and will certainly exterminate all to ensure their ruling hegemony.

On the day they left,

Jiang Ding did not dissuade them, but just silently saw them off, watching them leave the cloud layer, enter the Gangfeng layer and disappear.

Then, he returned to the boundary formation and continued to heal his wounds until today, when he had initially recovered.

Today, the turbulent starry sky was shaken by the aftermath of the Lianxu attack, and the frequent natural disasters in the boundary began to calm down, no longer looking like the end of the world.

The starry sky also returned to calm.

Not for a while, but for the next few months, it was so calm, and the boundary wall was no longer attacked.

"How?"

Jiang Ding held his breath, his heart beat violently uncontrollably, and the sword intent could not stop it.

Subconsciously, his consciousness touched the tip of the broken sword.

If the battle is unfavorable, the situation is irreversible, the Xianmen Starry Sky Force has been completely destroyed, Yuan, Shenji Tianjun, Wanji Tianjun and others have all died in the battle, and the Xianmen's End City Mark cannot let him escape.

Then, he will leave here and enter Beiyuan, and will not come back for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Until he is promoted to Lianxu.

At this time, the voice of Shenji Tianjun came.

"Jiang Ding, we..."

"... Woo... Woo..."

Shenji Tianjun was sobbing, and there were many crying beside him. After a long pause, he cried bitterly: "We won, but my wife, Yun'er, died."

"Victory."

"Victory, victory."

He repeated, trying his best to suppress his crying.

Jiang Ding was silent.

Who said that Tianjun has no emotions?

High-level cultivators often show emotional indifference because their relatives, friends, and children have all run out of life in the process of growing up.

Later life, no matter how beautiful, eloquent, and wise, is difficult to enter the heart of an old cultivator who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

If they have been together since childhood, since they were low-level cultivators, and have walked hand in hand for thousands of years, how can their feelings be indifferent?

Jiang Ding pursed his lips and held the hilt of the sword.

Shen Ji Tian Jun's wife is also a Hua Shen Tian Jun. They were high school classmates. They are a couple of immortals envied by many immortals. They have always supported each other and come to this day.

I don't want to say goodbye today.

"It was done by Ying Moyuan."

"Many friends died in his hands. He is indeed very strong. He appears and disappears without a trace. The immortal gate Lianxu Army formation cannot always lock him."

Shenji Tianjun barely calmed down his emotions.

"The casualties among the eight Immortal Sect cultivators were at least ten times that of ours. Four of the eight great masters were seriously injured."

"The Xuanwu Tiangong Mighty, who is most seriously injured, is almost dying. The Qingmu Immortal Sect's Taiyi Aoki's energy liquid cannot cure the annihilating radiation toxin of the Immortal Sect's forbidden nuclear weapons."

"They had a premonition that if they continued to fight, they might die, die together with the Immortal Sect, and use their lives to make wedding clothes for the other four Immortal Sects."

"Under this situation, they were unwilling to continue fighting, so they retreated."

"Jiang Ding, you have to promise me something."

The Lord of Divine Machines kept chattering about many things.

He is particularly fragile now, and his Taoist heart has been greatly shocked and almost broken. He no longer has the iron-blooded killing of the Commander-in-Chief of the Starry Sky Front to the north of the Immortal Sect.

Like an extremely rickety old man with a short lifespan.

"Jiang Ding, you must promise me that if you are promoted to Lianxu in the future, you must seize the power of Shadow Demon Abyss, beat him to death, wipe out all Shadow Demon Abyss, take the heads of all Shadow Demon Abyss disciples, and put them in my Before my wife’s grave, I comfort her spirit in heaven.”

"...Even so, she is no longer here..."

The Divine Master couldn't control it anymore and cried loudly.

His gray hair was disheveled, and tears fell from his eyes, wetting the deck of the broken Starry Sky Fortress and flowing deep along the knife marks made by the Immortal Sect's magic weapon.