A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Time passes like this.

For more than a week, Jiang Ding learned the formation method of engraving semi-magical weapons and heavy machine guns. After he became proficient, he continued to learn the formation methods of semi-magical weapons pistols and submachine guns, and he understood the production of semi-magical weapons.

In addition, when he had free time, he took out a very unorthodox semi-magical cold weapon from the Xianmen Library, and consulted the old masters in the steel factory for details and gained a lot.

Inside the sword-making village.

The roots of the thorny blue spirit tree drilled out of the flower pot and penetrated deeply into the ground. It was made of metal and shone brightly in the sun, and the surrounding area was as hot as a furnace.

Bang bang bang!

Jiang Ding's palms continued to slap on the red iron embryo, and each clear palm print emerged and was covered. The rough iron was shaken out of impurities, penetrated with an appropriate amount of carbon elements, and gradually turned into steel.

Throw it into the stove and continue to heat it for a while, then take it out.

"...It is best to upgrade the sword used in close combat to become a semi-magic weapon, so as to accumulate experience for engraving formations on the sword embryo in the future..."

Jiang Ding continued to think about this matter.

"The key lies in the spiritual ore. I have a piece of this, a very ordinary first-level golden spiritual iron ore, and then crush it to extract the real golden spiritual iron."

"There is no need to take the first-order ore too seriously. If you set up a blast furnace, it will definitely melt at four to five thousand degrees Celsius. Of course, I am stupid to do it myself in such a primitive way."

Ten minutes later, a shiny long sword was fished out of the water, and large sheets of steam dispersed.

Putting the long sword on the ground, Jiang Ding came to sit cross-legged next to the thorny blue spirit tree that had grown a few centimeters taller, and took out a bottle of elixir from his arms.

Ginseng Jingqi Spiritual Pill!

After a delay during the Chinese New Year, it finally arrived today.

"I wonder how effective it is? It's definitely not ten times better. There is a huge gap between the internal strength of the Great Zhoutian and the internal strength of the Small Zhoutian. In addition, after the increase of the blue-gold potion, my qualifications are not comparable to those before."

Jiang Ding looked expectant and swallowed one of the six elixirs.

Wisps of gentle spiritual power came from the belly, and were absorbed by the network of the 12 Zhoutian Baqi Meridian and the Great Zhoutian meridian throughout the body, and were sent to the meridians everywhere that were being warmed and tempered.

"...four hundred and fifty, the tiny meridians that are tempered every day have increased this point."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and found it acceptable.

Naturally, a mere first-level elixir can not increase the cultivation speed several times at any time. It is actually a fixed value, and the higher the realm, the smaller the relative increase.

In addition to this bottle of spiritual elixir, a few days ago he exchanged three hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng plants with Chen Xi, the eldest princess of Qinghe, for the Xu-Breaking Pill. Except for one plant, which he sold in exchange for the first-level optical obscuration array flag, the rest were sent to qualified people online. A formal alchemy workshop.

These should arrive within seven or eight days.

"In general, these elixirs can shorten my training time by more than half a month."

Jiang Ding calculated for a moment and said excitedly.

It's February now, and the college entrance examination is on June 25th, which means that he will definitely be able to achieve Young Eagle Innateness before the college entrance examination, not to mention that there is a possible breakthrough in the technique.

Glancing at the Golden Sword Sect, he saw that the other party was still deep in cultivation...!

Jiang Ding stood up suddenly. The small blue-gold tree paused, its branches and roots trembled, shrunk, and turned into a light blue sword rainbow that flew into his hand.

"Finally...very good, I thought you were going to stay here forever."

He touched the ground with his foot, and the surging internal force smoothed out the dense holes in the pits on the ground. Then he touched it again, and the figure disappeared.

…

Yue Jing,

The warriors who lost a lot of fighting gradually regained their prosperity.

This is a pure consumption and violence group. At present, there is no place that can promote production.

"The Seven Mysterious Secret Cave has finally been found."

"The six sects and the demons have sealed off dozens of miles of the secret cave, preventing anyone from entering."

There were people talking on the street. Over the past few months, this topic had never left the center of Yue Jing.

"The Xiantian masters actually gave the "Meteor Electric Sword" Zhou Weitu an Xiantian Pill found in the secret cave!" An old man who had learned a few skills was jealous and envious: "There is another Xiantian senior."

Jiang Ding regained his true appearance, activated his small breathing skills, and left the city in a very short time, rushing towards Golden Knife Mountain.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped

"Disappeared."

Jiang Ding frowned and stopped moving forward. Instead, he took one step and hid in the shade of a big tree.

From the perspective of the drone, the man in black robe left Golden Knife Mountain and walked more than 20 kilometers toward the southeast Qixuan Secret Cave. He suddenly disappeared. He used optical invisibility spells and could not be found again.

"Are you really using another method to get on your way, or are you sneaking back secretly and laying an ambush?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Suppressing his strong desire for Taiqing Divine Iron, he continued to lurk and wait, and ordered one of the four drones in the sky to fly to the Qixuan Secret Cave, which he had not paid much attention to before.

"No rush, no rush, my Taiqing Divine Iron is still there, I'll wait until I find a figure in the Qixuan Secret Cave."

He closed his eyes slightly and actually entered into practice.

A full eight hours later, the sun turned into the moon, day turned into night, the surrounding area was dark, insects were chirping, and a bird rested on his hand.

"somebody is coming."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes silently, and the little bird didn't notice anything.

Golden Knife Mountain.

As one of the six famous sects in the world, even at night, all intersections are brightly lit, and the disciples are on strict guard, not daring to relax at all.

But what they couldn't see was that a completely transparent figure passed by silently, flying in the sky seven or eight meters above the ground, and all the precautions were turned into decorations.

"Not the man in black robe."

Jiang Ding judged that this guy could only achieve optical stealth. He couldn't even avoid the thermal sensors and micro-radar of civilian drones. He was worse than the man in black robe. Maybe he didn't think of this direction.

Ability to fly at low altitude, at least for monks in the late stage of Qi training.

This person's goal is very clear, which is the blood pool of the Golden Blade Sect's Patriarch's Palace. The direction has not changed, it is a straight line.

Tens of meters away from the blood pool, the figure stopped and stared at the knife embryo that was exposed from time to time as the blood rose and fell in the blood pool.

"This is the embryo of the Blood-Transforming Magic Sword unique to the Blood-Transforming Yu Family, one of the three elder families of the Blood Slaughter Hall."

The figure is an old man in his fifties, wearing a Taoist robe with flame patterns on it. There is greed in his words: "According to legend, this blade is not only extremely sharp, it can cut shields like mud, and immortal cultivators will die if they touch it. It’s a pool of greatly replenishing blood, and after being successfully refined, it can even increase the chance of establishing a foundation by 20% out of thin air.”

"Even among the Hua Xue Yu clan, there are only a few direct disciples of each generation who can practice. This person's status in the Blood Slaughter Hall must be extraordinary."

"Qing Ling Dharma Eyes, open!"

He activated his magic power and focused it on his eyes. Rune shadows appeared in his pupils. Sure enough, he saw dense formation patterns near the seemingly empty blood pool, covering every space.

"The top level formation of the Blood Slaughter Hall, the Blood Ghost Prison Killing Formation, even an average monk at the peak of Qi training will be unable to escape if he falls into it."

He murmured to himself, took out a compass and measured it for a moment, showing a confident look.

"disease!"

Withdrawing the Pinch Technique, a scorching fire bead magic weapon flew out from his arms. The flames all over his body were dark red, but there was no trace of light, and it did not alarm the people of the Golden Sword Sect at all.

He ran headlong into the formation.

The seemingly empty ground suddenly had dark streaks of blood blocking it in front of the fire beads, and was consumed and dissolved amidst the sizzling sound, without triggering any more formation changes.

"The calculation is correct."

The old Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief and looked solemn.

"As soon as this formation is touched, that person must be aware of it. He must break the formation within a quarter of an hour and take away the blade embryo."

I don’t know how long it took, but the bloodshot threads became thinner and thinner.

The old man held his breath and was about to roll up the blade and escape the moment the formation broke open, but he heard a sigh: "It seems that you are the only one from the Seven Feather Sect this time, which is a pity."

"not good!"

The old Taoist's face changed wildly, and without thinking, he burst out with all his magic power and fled down the mountain.

There was a pain in the chest, and a pair of fleshy palms opened the chest at some point, took out a beating heart, and threw it into the blood pool.

The old Taoist tilted his head and fell to the ground.

"..."

Separated by dozens of kilometers, Jiang Ding was speechless.