A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

In an instant, countless thoughts came to the rosacea old man's mind.

For more than three thousand years, the founder of the Seven Feathers Sect was only a casual cultivator who practiced Qi. He was only at the middle stage of Qi training when he reached middle age. He was no different from many idle cultivators in the world of immortality.

If nothing unexpected happens, the most he can do in this life is become a late-stage Qi training monk.

However, with the blessing of immortality, the Patriarch encountered a shocking opportunity!

Not only did he continuously achieve breakthroughs in cultivation, build foundations, and obtain golden elixirs, but he achieved successive achievements in just over two hundred years, which shocked the Yue Kingdom and several surrounding countries. Sect.

Among them, there is this spiritual stone platform!

It is rumored that this is an important treasure of the ancient sect. It contains a trace of cause and effect and can simply predict a certain possibility of the disciple's future path. Relying on this treasure, the Qiyu Sect has continued to produce golden elixirs for generations.

If it weren't for the fact that the Blood Slaughter Hall was an external force that came more than a thousand years ago, it would still be the undisputed overlord in the surrounding area.

"...Innate Sword Body!!"

The rosacea veteran repeated.

This was the last piece of information delivered before the spirit-measuring stone platform collapsed.

He doesn't understand what an innate sword body is.

But this is a Taoist talent that definitely far exceeds the Tianlinggen!

The future Nascent Soul of the Seven Feather Sect!

"Little friend, brother, no, friend, uncle..."

The old Taoist with rosacea spoke incoherently and said something he didn't even know. He rolled up a jade bead and a large amount of powder left behind after the stone platform was shattered, grabbed Jiang Ding's hand, and said eagerly:

"Let's go back to the sect immediately!!"

He muttered something in his mouth, and a palm-sized flying boat flew out from his sleeves. It was all green and looked like it was carved from a single piece of beautiful jade.

The jade boat grew long in the wind and soon became the size of a building boat, able to accommodate a hundred people.

The violent consciousness of the Foundation Establishment realm sweeps in all directions.

"Everyone, except mortals, get up here!" The old man with rosacea shouted coldly: "From now on, whoever dares to release anything from the storage bag will die!"

"Uncle Li, this Yue Kingdom guard envoy..."

The simple Taoist Li Ping said hesitantly.

"Never mind it!"

The old man with rosacea interrupted him, even with a hint of killing intent, and was extremely sensitive: "Senior nephew, you don't want to go?"

"Disciple, come on now!"

Liping shuddered. For the first time, he felt the clear murderous intention of the foundation-building monk. He took a step forward and flew up to the ship.

"Disciple, obey!"

All the disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect obeyed and boarded the ship.

The rosacea veteran's spiritual consciousness did not dare to relax for a moment and enveloped all the immortal cultivators. He grabbed Han Lin, Chen Xi and other immortal seedlings and threw them on the boat.

Then he said to Jiang Ding and Li Qingyun in a friendly manner: "Don't blame me, my dear friends. We must be careful. The demon thieves in the Blood Slaughter Hall can do anything."

"Senior, this is a mature move to seek the country."

Jiang Ding and the two said in admiration.

Naturally they would not object to their own safety being better.

"Mortals here... your fate is not very good, so you should be reincarnated first."

The rosacea-nosed old man looked indifferent, and thunder appeared in his hand, and it grew rapidly, turning into thunder arrows and shooting in all directions, even the original servants of the Seven Feather Sect and others.

"senior!"

Jiang Ding's high-pitched voice made the old man with rosacea stop and look at him doubtfully.

"Can you spare their lives, such as clearing their memories?"

Jiang Ding said sincerely.

He judged that he should have a high level of tolerance in the other person's heart, at least not because his words would be dangerous, so he would not speak out.

Of course, it's just a mention.

If the other party kills by force, he will not insist on stopping it. This is what the other party has to do and has nothing to do with him.

Many heroes on the Dragon and Phoenix List were extremely frightened, as if they had seen the Buddha.

"Just some mortals, a woman's kindness!"

There was a hint of displeasure in the eyes of the old man with rosacea, but he quickly hid it, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Well, even if all these people die, this is still a huge abnormality, and it may not be good."

"snort!"

His consciousness turned into needles and pierced into the minds of all the mortals around him, causing them to groan softly and fall down, with drops of blood flowing out from between their mouths and noses.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm.

"Don't be surprised, little friend."

The old man with rosacea explained: "I have shattered a trace of their souls and made them lose their memory of the past month. Even the golden elixir monks may not be able to recover. The sequelae will only be that they will be more frail and sick in the future and their life span will be shortened. .”

"Thank you, senior."

Jiang Ding cupped his hands and thanked him.

The three of them boarded the jade boat. The jade boat turned into a mist and quickly flew into the distance, and soon disappeared completely.

In a spacious separate attic,

Jiang Ding silently watched the clouds passing by on the horizon. The shadow of the Sword Immortal from before came to mind. The details were extremely clear, as well as the majestic and cold will of the sword.

"I think I have found a soul talent that is three times the same level."

The drone quietly found a secret place to land, waiting for possible awakening in the future.

…

Seven Feather Sect.

Located in the center of this area, surrounded by mountains, it is also the place where the only third-level high-grade spiritual vein in this area is located, and where the immortal luck is most concentrated.

The Blood Slaughter Hall only possesses third-level mid-grade spiritual veins.

With this third-order high-grade spiritual vein as the center, large and small second-order and first-order spiritual veins extend thousands of miles outward. These are the large and small families that are attached to the Seven Feather Sect, guarding the sect and providing new blood.

The highest peak is on Tianlei Peak.

An old cultivator with white hair and beard, and an immortal spirit opened his eyes, revealing a look of shock.

"...Is the sect about to prosper?"

After thinking for a while, he made a talisman and flew into the distance. He hid his figure and disappeared into rainbow light.

"Brother!"

A moment later, a thick and sturdy man with the same invisible figure followed him. He couldn't believe it: "Tianlinggen! Innate sword body! Could it be that little guy Li Mingda made a mistake?"

"Even if the ancestors of the past generations have spirits, they won't care about this, right?"

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows was noncommittal.

The golden elixir monk's escape speed was so fast that by the time the two caught up with the jade boat, the other party had barely traveled less than one-tenth of the distance.

With a flash of light, the two people appeared at the core of the jade boat.

"Meet the Supreme Elder! Meet Uncle Zhou!"

The old man with rosacea was shocked, stood up, and bowed respectfully.

Then, before the two of them could speak, he transmitted a few words and stood aside to listen.

When Jiang Ding and Li Qingyun walked in, they saw a scene like this. The rosacea old man who had always been majestic now looked like a young boy.

"Greetings, senior!"

The two reacted and greeted each other respectfully.

Golden elixir monk!

Jiang Ding was shocked. This was the first time he saw a living Jindan monk.

His power is boundless and his life span is six hundred years!

It was enough to survive the rise and fall of two dynasties, and to sit back and watch countless mortals grow old, sick and die, but not change at all.

"You two little friends, don't be restrained. Just treat this place as your home and treat us as your elders."

The white-browed old cultivator is extremely kind, and like a kind grandfather, people can't help but feel good about him.

"It's true..."

He put his hand on Li Qingyun's shoulder, and after a moment, he looked happy.

The spiritual root of a monk is one of the most wonderful things in the world of immortality. It cannot be scanned with spiritual consciousness from a distance.

"This, incomplete..."

Then he put his hand on Jiang Ding's shoulder and pondered for a long time.

Jiang Ding noticed that the other party's expression was shocked, and then wrinkled slightly, as if he had encountered some huge problem.

The soul touches the tip of the rusty sword and runs away at any time.