Chapter 856 Ancient Immortal Civilization

"It has to be at home..."

After dinner, Jiang Ding lay comfortably on the sofa and watched TV, crossing his legs to watch the TV news.

Taiqing Feijian was busy in the kitchen, washing dishes and pots, making cheerful sword sounds from time to time.

The news is still the same. Today, some industrial park has been built in the Fire Spirit Realm. Tomorrow, some seven-star tourist attraction has been built in the Tianhai Realm. It has the effect of enlightening the Water Element Technique. Everyone is welcome to visit.

All kinds of construction are in full swing, and there is no sign of slowing down after 40 years. It is still accelerating.

"News from our station,"

"The Geomagnetic World has built a museum of the Horned Demons, and everyone is welcome to visit."

"The Horned Demon Clan is an indigenous race that existed before the Nine Immortal Sects came to this realm hundreds of thousands of years ago. This race once gave birth to refining-level beings, and was later destroyed by the Nine Immortal Sects. Its Immortal Civilization is unique and unique. Bizarre, cruel and bloody..."

"...Sacrifice is the most important activity among the Horned Demon Clan. It is used to communicate with ancestors and obtain blessings. Legend has it that the more powerful the sacrifice and the more excellent the talent, the more joyful it will be for the distant ancestors of the Horned Demon Clan..."

"Nowadays, the Horned Demon Clan is on the verge of extinction in the realm. It is a rare species. The only remaining one exists in the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect..."

The newly built Museum of Ancient Immortal Civilization in the Geomagnetic World is being shown on the news.

Generally speaking, buildings like Xianmen are not just simple landscapes, but also have functions such as enlightenment and increasing knowledge.

The levels range from one-star scenic spots to nine-star scenic spots, and the effects vary.

Many citizens of the Immortal Sect often break through their bottlenecks while traveling around various small worlds.

If there is a fee, it is free for mortals because they cannot realize the Tao. Citizen cultivators will get a 50% discount, indigenous cultivators will get five times the original price, and immortal cultivators will get a twenty-fold discount.

That’s it, don’t think it’s too expensive.

This is a building with the ability to enlighten!

Even in peaceful times, only monks such as the Qingmu Immortal Sect and the Five Elements Celestial Sect are eligible to visit, and the likes of the Xuanwu Celestial Palace cannot even think about it.

"The ancient immortal civilization...the horned demon clan...it seems so interesting."

Jiang Ding said with some yearning.

Now, without the protection of the Starry Sky Force, he did not dare to leave his home planet.

Otherwise, the powerful Immortal Sect will definitely find a way to kill him.

After introducing the building, the news also included the appearance of the Horned Demon Clan.

This seems to be a wax figure of a female horned demon clan, covered in pure black armor. This is what they are born with. It is the same as the demon clan's fur and scales. Occasionally, the delicate snow-white skin is exposed between the armor plates. It looks both dangerous and tempting.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally the single horn on the head of this horned demon woman. It is pointed and full of mysterious black runes. There is also a swirling basalt on the top, which has some kind of magic power and firmly attracts people. People's eyes cannot be moved away.

"The bloodline race of refining void-level creatures... looks very strong."

Jiang Ding judged.

Judging the strength of the demon clan is very simple, it is based on bloodline, which can be understood at a glance.

Unlike human beings, bloodline is not the main reason for judging their strength and weakness. It has no importance. The height of their immortal civilization and inheritance is the criterion for judging the strength or weakness of a human group. There is a certain degree of confusion.

"This is such a good specimen. It would be great if the Immortal Sect could get it. It would be very helpful in breaking through the void refining."

Jiang Ding felt a little pity.

Xianmen now also knows something about the development progress of Lianxu.

The biggest problem,

There is a lack of a practical virtual refining creature to refer to!

There are hundreds of thousands of directions, all of which seem possible, and can produce breakthroughs in refining the void, but I just don't know which one is correct. I am in a fog, with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west.

It would be nice if there was a clear direction to work towards.

Regardless of their fears, some neighbors wanted to call the police but were hesitant.

Jiang Ding watched TV until ten o'clock in the evening, then he felt sleepy, walked into his room, and began to sleep for the first time in two hundred years, snoring loudly.

The Taiqing Feijian turned into a blue-gold potted plant and sat quietly on the desk, accompanying him just like it did many years ago.

the next day.

Jiang Ding got up very early, without covering up his quilt or washing up. After sitting at the table and eating the breakfast prepared for him by Taiqing Feijian, he picked up Zhang Dingjun's urn and walked towards Rongcheng Cemetery.

"Good morning, little brother? Are you going to school?"

When I was going out, I happened to bump into my neighbor, a family of three who were about to go to work and school. Among them, my father greeted me warmly.

They moved here five or six years ago and can be considered old neighbors.

In fact, they secretly called the police last night. The police checked and said that this was originally someone else's house, but they didn't live there permanently and had just returned. It was not a sudden thief.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded, politely saying: "Are you going to work? It's really hard."

"Oh, it's all life..."

Friendly exchanges between neighbors.

Jiang Ding did not fly, so he swiped his bus card and took the bus. After catching the bus for dozens of minutes, he slowly arrived at Rongcheng Cemetery.

The environment here is solemn, and there are many people who come and go with sad faces.

In a city with a population of hundreds of thousands, people die and people are reborn every day. This is the cycle of life and death.

As long as there is life, there will always be cycles.

Jiang Ding walked slowly, following his slightly vague memory, and soon came to the tomb of Teacher Guo Kui.

There are people here, cleaning the moss off the tombstones.

"Hi, Jiang Ding."

A tall and strong middle-aged man pulled a handful of moss and greeted casually.

It was Li Junhao, Li Junhao, an early Jindan cultivator.

"Jiang Ding."

Near him, the high school monitor Hua Bing was also there, in the middle Jindan stage, and his cousin Lin Yuanwang was also there, in the early Jindan stage, all busy weeding and repairing the grave of teacher Guo Kui.

Lin Yuanwang was one year older than Jiang Ding, and his ideology and morality teacher was also Guo Kui.

Nowadays, Jiang Ding no longer has any old friends in the foundation-building stage, all of them have passed away.

"Haha, long time no see."

Jiang Ding laughed.

In this, because of the promise he made to his grandparents, he strongly supported Lin Yuanwang in forming a pill, spent a lot of resources, and succeeded.

Hua Bing got the opportunity to form a pill by making military merits, and his foundation was deep, and he formed a pill steadily.

Li Junhao has always been seeking stability, always in scientific research institutions, never going out to take risks, and before the limit of his life, relying on a low-level opportunity to form a pill, he made a desperate effort and succeeded in forming a pill in one fell swoop.

After that, they participated in the boundary war, experienced many dangers, and finally survived fortunately.

In fact, it was not all luck. Compared with the starry sky troops, the casualties of the inner boundary troops have always been quite low. There has never been an organized annihilation by the enemy, and the survival rate is very high.

It is not a coincidence that they came here.

Regarding the burial of Teacher Zhang Dingjun, Jiang Ding asked the people who had socialized with Teacher Zhang Dingjun before his death and were still alive, asking them if they would participate in this simple funeral so that arrangements could be made.

Hua Bing and the other two had no important matters, so they all came here.