A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Mountains, rivers, and land were passing rapidly below.

"This is the first time I've seen the scenery outside the Seven Feathers Sect."

In the invisible light, Jiang Ding looked down with interest, passing by a cloud from time to time, stopping to admire it for a moment, then going around it and continuing to fly.

There are mountains and trees everywhere, with spiritual birds and raptors flying by from time to time, ferocious beasts killing their prey in the mountain streams, and Qi-training monks walking carefully to collect herbs.

A wild, primitive and vibrant scene.

It is completely different from the high-rise buildings and roads and railways running through Xianmen. It is very novel.

"Many students like to travel to small areas during vacations. They didn't understand it before and felt that they were taking many unnecessary and small risks out of thin air."

"I feel a little envious now. I can see different scenery on different interfaces and feel different cultural customs."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He hid his figure, avoided the clouds, and flew at a quasi-golden elixir speed for several days. The aura concentration gradually decreased, and he finally saw a familiar scenery.

A majestic and majestic mountain range appeared in the distance, with dense forests and undulating heights, spanning several states.

Dongling Mountain!

Jiang Ding's escaping light stopped in an unremarkable mountain forest, his eyes dazed.

A dozen years ago,

The scene of a sixteen-year-old high school student falling from the sky with fear and rolling into a ball is still vivid in my mind. He also broke many branches and dug many small holes here.

Time flies.

Now, all traces have disappeared.

"When we get back, we can bring something that confuses cause and effect and confuses the secrets of heaven. It can be more expensive."

Jiang Ding said calmly and left here.

It is easier to destroy than to restore, much easier.

After such a cleanup, even after hundreds of years of wind and rain, even if the monks who transformed themselves into gods came to cast their heavenly secret spells, it would be impossible to restore what happened on a certain day hundreds of years ago.

Invisible light flew by.

The ruined temple where Han Lin and Gong Caiyu first met has disappeared. It is covered by grass and trees, without even a brick or tile.

Except for the old people in their forties and fifties, no one remembers that a temple once existed here, filled with incense.

In a few decades, its appearance will only exist in the memories of a few people.

Then, the last trace of it will completely disappear from this world.

"The dead are like this..."

The light escaped over Donglingfu City and stopped at the corner of Rotten Ban Street.

The former grocery store had been completely demolished by Chen Chen, the subordinate of Tangwang, the Marquis of Zhendong.

A new house was built on the same site. It was magnificent and magnificent. The stone lion at the door was intimidating. There were many warriors of the inner energy realm standing at the door, not daring to relax at all.

The style is comparable to that of princes and nobles.

Huang Mansion.

This is the wording on the door plaque.

"It's him?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

In the main house, sandalwood scent lingers, the head of the family is taking a nap, and the most beloved concubine, Yao, is waiting outside the door with her maids and servants, waiting for possible summons.

"Your father is incredible. Many years ago, he met an immortal and was taught magical skills, thus earning a fortune as big as our Huang family..."

Mrs. Yao whispered to her son in her arms, her eyebrows dancing with joy and pride.

"Mom, what does the immortal look like?"

The two or three-year-old boy opened his eyes wide.

"This mother knows that your father said that immortals stand in the clouds, wearing blue immortal robes, and are extremely handsome. It's just that mortals can't see them unless they have the opportunity. Your father only saw them when he had the opportunity..."

soft bed,

A short, fat middle-aged man fell asleep for a long time and woke up somehow.

His temples are bulging high, which shows that he has perfect inner energy, and he is enough to be called a top master in this area of ​​​​Dong Ling Mansion.

"I didn't expect that I would end up like this today."

Huang Deyou glanced around, his eyes in a trance, as if in a dream. It took him a long time to wake up, and sighed: "It's a pity that those immortals refused to take me into the fairy mountain, saying that the fate was over. Of course, if Nian can get his master It would be nice to have a little more blue eyes..."

"Maybe I can have the same fate as Mr. Han."

Turn over and continue to sleep.

"This guy is lucky."

In the sky, Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

This is someone who wants to curry favor with Jin Lingshan, but can't see anyone, so he can only start with the people around him.

But there is no one around, so I can't find him.

There was really no one left, so I found Huang Deyou, a person who had some connections, and gave him some benefits, hoping to attract some attention from the Lord of Jinling Mountain.

It doesn’t take anything, just a little attention can pay back your investment a thousand times.

The left and right are just some mundane inner Qi realm elixirs.

In the end, it proved to be useless, and the target person never even left the house.

Huang De was lucky enough not to be offended, so he got a great opportunity and had some interactions with Han Lin, who returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Divine consciousness swept through Qixuanmen again.

The mountain gate that had been burned in the past reappeared, and disciples from all over the place were gathered again. The Qixuanmen seemed to have existed in this land of Yue for more than a thousand years.

The founder of Zhongxing died.

As long as the Seven Feathers Sect exists, it will not perish.

The death of some mortal heads and elders will not affect anything.

Apart from these, there is nothing familiar about this city. In just a dozen years, it has experienced many wars, and things have changed.

"That's it."

Jiang Ding left here without any nostalgia.

After flying for several hours, passing through Chizhou and Yuezhou, without any thought of entering Yuejing, we flew straight towards Jindaoshan and arrived nearby.

"oh?"

Jiang Ding's consciousness scanned it, stopped, and frowned.

"Foundation Establishment Realm Immortal Cultivator!"

"Twenty-one, they have deployed clever quasi-third-level concealment formations, as well as other attack formations."

"Such a person and specifications come to ambush me."

"Is there a special super-standard investigation method, or what?"

His expression was calm, and in the depths of his eyes, traces of murderous intent emerged.

Sword Intention Sensing, there are no golden elixir creatures within a radius of ten kilometers.

Start the air and space fighter slightly.

Everything was normal, the third-order spirit son radar wave swept through covertly, and there was no abnormality within a hundred miles.

"The enemy's concealment method exceeds my detection limit?"

"Or is the enemy bluffing, and there are actually just these people?"

"Run away now?"

Thoughts emerged one by one in Jiang Ding's mind.

…

On Golden Knife Mountain.

In the quasi-third-level hidden formation, twenty-one foundation-building monks each sat cross-legged on a formation base, practicing with their eyes closed, and walking around from time to time.

"Senior Brother Yu, we have been here for almost seven years, how long do we have to wait?"

An early-stage foundation-building monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was very anxious and asked an old man hiding in the shadows in the center of the formation.

"The ancestor said, wait another fifteen years."

The shadowy old man didn't even raise his eyelids.

"After many speculations and analyses, Wuying Palace has concluded that the most likely place for the innate sword body master to return home after his breakthrough is here."

"A true man, don't walk around at night in splendid clothes!"

"This is a human weakness that no one can escape. Let alone a young man under thirty years old, even my ancestors can't help it many times."

"Many of the world's heroes couldn't help it."

"Here, he used his innate peak to kill one of my direct sons who was at the peak of my blood transformation and qi training. Although I haven't seen him, he must have experienced an unimaginable life-and-death bloody battle and won with difficulty."

"One of the most glorious things in life!"

"After making great progress in cultivation, there is a high chance that I will come here to pay homage to you."