Chapter 834 The Final Victory Belongs to the Immortal Sect

Jiang Ding's knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of the sword.

I wonder how many True Lords, Heavenly Lords, and citizens of the Xianmen sacrificed for the victory of this war?

He didn't know how to comfort a crying Heavenly Lord.

"Sorry, the dead cannot be resurrected?"

Your wife died for the Xianmen, and she died for a good cause. Future generations will definitely remember her?

Too hypocritical!

Too shallow!

A Heavenly Lord, who has experienced so much, is still so sad, especially when his wife died in a battle that he personally promoted. For her own goals, his wife constantly helped and promoted behind the scenes, but in the end...

Jiang Ding didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, Shen Ji Tian Jun only needs someone to listen, and doesn't need any comfort.

Jiang Ding thought silently.

After a long time, Shen Ji Tian Jun's emotions eased a little.

"Senior,"

"Why do you underestimate yourself?"

Jiang Ding said seriously: "Dominating the battlefield of Lianxu with the body of the God of Incarnation, killing countless Gods of Incarnation, severely injuring many Lianxu, and forcing them to retreat, what a great feat is this?"

"What realm of genius, what realm of heroes, are not worth mentioning in front of you."

"Lianxu, you will definitely be able to see through it."

"Beyond Lianxu, you can also achieve it."

"At that time, please take revenge in person, I am willing to be a vanguard, serve under your command, charge into battle, kill the enemy, and never retreat half a step."

"I look forward to that day."

"Yes,"

The tears in the red and swollen eyes of Shenji Tianjun stopped for a while, and said bitterly: "I am also very strong."

"My wife is also very strong, and it should be so, but she is shy and introverted by nature, doesn't like to stand in front of people, and has been helping me silently..."

He sighed and hung up the call.

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

Many figures appeared in his eyes, those of Lord Dinghai, Lord Luling, Zhang Junsheng, and the weaker Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan...

How are they?

If they all leave, will there be anyone in this world to comfort him?

As time goes by, will the immortal cultivator be alone after all, and all relatives, friends, and confidants will leave, becoming a cold and ruthless old monster in the eyes of the world?

He doesn't know.

Jiang Ding holds the hilt of the sword, standing between heaven and earth, not practicing, like a statue, looking at the sky in a daze.

At this time, he realized how difficult it is to do it like Lord Mie Ri, with tears mixed with laughter, singing songs to bid farewell to friends.

Lord Mie Ri,

must have experienced many such wars, such scenes of the continuous death of relatives, friends, and teachers.

Ding!

After an unknown period of time, the voice of the North Star Front Army Spirit was passed on.

"Commander of the Northern Space Front, Mr. Jiang Ding, the Xianmen has won this war."

"The coalition forces of the eight major immortal sects have retreated, and most of the Lianxu Dao soldiers and Lianxu military formations have collapsed and been destroyed, and many powerful people have been seriously injured.

It has basically been determined that within two thousand years, the Xianmen will no longer have the ability to continue attacking within the life cycle of a Yuanying cultivator's growth, promotion and death."

"The military merits are being counted..."

"The post-war military deployment is being arranged, and the Xianmen Military Committee is consulting your opinion.

Do you want to continue to serve as the commander of the Space Front and develop in the army? Or resign from the military and concentrate on the scientific research affairs of the Xianmen in the future? Until war occurs again."

"Resign from the military."

Jiang Ding did not hesitate.

Holding the military power and commanding the Space Front, this can certainly gain a lot of merits and a lot of resources, but it is not the most important thing for him.

Even if there is no seizure, the Xianmen can provide him with a loan sufficient for growth.

The most important thing is

the research and development of the Great Sun Infant Secret Art, swordsmanship, and skills!

In this regard, Xianmen University and scientific research institutions have unique advantages, and there is no reason to give up and change positions.

"Your opinions have been recorded, please sign to confirm."

A blue notebook appeared in front of Jiang Ding, with what he just said on it.

This is part of the strict system of Xianmen, to prevent people from abusing their power for personal gain, blocking the upward channel, forging signatures, etc.

The position of the commander of the Northern Space Front has too much power, and some people may be blinded by greed and do irrational behavior.

There is no doubt that even in Xianmen there are such people, even some people with great military exploits, who are not afraid of death on the battlefield, fight bravely and fearlessly.

Off the battlefield...

It is the instinctive pursuit of human beings to love leisure and hate work, and to get something for nothing.

Without institutional constraints and supervision, under the temptation of corruption over the years, even people with noble character will fall.

Especially when a phased victory is achieved, foreign enemies are gone, and a large amount of fruits are produced, it is also the time when internal conflicts are most likely to break out, and more precautions are needed.

"Confirmed."

Jiang Ding signed his name on it.

"Please note that the Xianmen Military Committee will carefully consider your personal opinion, but may not necessarily agree with it. Please do not leave your post without permission and must stick to your post until the transfer order arrives."

The voice of the Northern Starry Sky Front Army Array Spirit sounded.

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

This possibility is very small. As long as the shortage of people is not to a certain extent, and the situation is not dangerous to a certain extent, the Xianmen Military Committee will respect the personal opinions of the cultivators.

No accidents.

After waiting for several months, Jiang Ding handed over his military post to a deputy commander who took over as the commander of the Northern Sky Front, returned to the boundary formation, and stepped onto the teleportation formation back to the Xianmen.

This deputy commander of the air and space had taught at Beidou University, and his military quality was excellent. As long as the Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect did not come in person, the defense line of the Fire Spirit Realm would be foolproof.

Amidst the white light transmitted through the hazy space, Jiang Ding closed his eyes and opened them again after an unknown amount of time.

The leaves of the sacred tree covering the sky are emerald green, covering the entire sea of ​​clouds, spreading to the end of the line of sight, piercing into the starry sky, absorbing the light of the stars and turning it into billowing spiritual energy that is released to the entire planet.

Jiang Ding relaxed suddenly, and his aching soul seemed to feel much better.

Everything about the mother planet is so reassuring that it makes people want to find a grassy spot and sleep in the sun without caring about anything until they are full.

Jiang Ding wanted to do this, but he still had worries in his heart and couldn't settle down.

After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and looked at the names in the address book.

Take it back, take it out again.

Take it back, take it out again.

Hesitant, afraid of hearing some terrible news.

At least it's good now.

No news is the best news.

"talk later……"

Jiang Ding hesitated for a long time and did not dare to face it.

He simply put away his mobile phone and walked in an atmosphere completely different from that of the Small Thousand World. The low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero had no effect on him.

Passing the corner of a sky-covering banyan tree branch the size of a mountain peak.

Jiang Ding was stunned.

In front of him, several people were revealed. They were all missing arms and legs. Only their heads were left. The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord was still blinking and blinking. The Soul-killing Lord had no head at all and his spirit resided in a machine puppet. Dinghai had a broken arm. Zhenjun and others, as well as the pale-faced An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, Ouyang Hui and others.

They were looking at him narrowly.

"Hahaha!"

"I just said you can hide it, right?"

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord, who was being supported by An Siyan, was beaming with joy and said proudly: "What about the Great Sun Sword? Even if I only have one head left, I can still suppress it with the flip of my palm!"

"Tell me, are you convinced?"