A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Victory?"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

This feeling of just waiting in silence is terrible.

"Confidential military information...confirmation of qualifications...passed..."

"We won a great victory in the Battle of Barren Copper, and successfully captured the thirteenth small world of the Immortal Sect, the Barren Copper World."

The voice of the central array spirit computer sounded.

"In this battle, nineteen Yuanying monks from Xuanwu Tiangong were killed. The body of Jinguang Tianjun, the god-forming monk from Xuanwu Tiangong, was shattered, leaving only his soul to escape."

"Very good."

Jiang Ding's heart was lifted, and he silently remembered the name Jinguang Tianjun in his heart.

"Why didn't the cultivator die?"

"A monk who transforms into a god has a tenacious ability to survive. As long as he is not in a full-scale war at the level of a domain overlord, or he fights to the death regardless of all costs, it is extremely difficult to die."

"fair enough."

Jiang Ding asked with some regret.

"A copy of the God-level battle merit... Ask about the specific method of obtaining the God-level battle merit."

This thing is very precious at first sight.

He had a hunch that in the future, the higher the level of his research on exercises, spells, etc., the more he would need this thing to invite the Immortal Sect Nascent Soul, or even the God Transformation monks to participate, as it was related to the path.

"If you influence the ownership of a small world, your contribution must reach at least 10%, or you can kill a hostile god-transformation monk, or participate in the Void Refining Battlefield, etc., you can obtain god-level merits."

The central array spirit computer explained.

This kind of thing can only happen in Xianmen.

In other places, even in the Nine Immortal Sects, as long as you are still building the foundation, you have made a great contribution to saving the sect. At most, they will give you some inheritance and some rare and special foundation-building heavenly materials and earthly treasures. .

It is impossible to say that the real deal is to give you the same military exploits as the monks who transform themselves into gods, and you can use them freely without any restrictions.

The euphemistic name is, for the sake of self-interest, so as not to be coveted by others.

The elders of the sect value you very much, and all the achievements you have made are kept in their hearts and remembered.

"I want to use a piece of my god-level battle merit to exchange for the naming rights of the Barren Copper Small World."

Jiang Ding said in a deep voice.

He had already asked the Central Formation Spirit Computer about this matter before entering. Although it was just a false name, it related to a whole world, and it required a god-level battle to change it.

The same was true for Canghai Tianjun back then, who named a small world after his own Taoist name.

Xianmen encourages this.

As long as it doesn't involve real spiritual stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it's easy to talk about anything.

"Do you want to exchange a piece of god-level military exploits for the naming rights of the Barren Copper Small Realm?"

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer sounded: "The battle merits of transforming into gods are very important to the Golden Core Yuanying monks, and even the monks who transform into gods. If you accumulate enough, you can exchange for the opportunity of transforming into gods, and you can exchange for the opportunity of sleeping in the secret realm, which can greatly delay the passage of time. To serve as a cultivator of gods in exchange for treasures refined by the central formation spirit computer..."

"The opportunity of sleeping in the secret realm?"

Jiang Ding was attracted by a word.

"The chance of deep sleep, the life-extending technology possessed by the Immortal Sect, can be used at the foundation level and above. Entering the secret realm of deep sleep, the lifespan of monks below the level of God Transformation will elapse at a rate of one hundred to one. After a hundred years, the lifespan will elapse. One year."

"Many immortal sect Yuanying monks with great military exploits are forced to queue up for a long time due to the lack of opportunities to transform into gods. They choose to enter the secret realm of sleep when they still have a lot of life span, and will not wake up until changes occur."

"A god-level battle merit can be exchanged for an opportunity in the Secret Realm of Sleep."

"Understood."

Jiang Ding did not hesitate and confirmed: "In exchange for a portion of the deity transformation meritorious service, I will name the Barren Copper Small Realm,"

"Ganghanjie!"

"The exchange application is being submitted to the Xianmen Citizens' Assembly... please wait..."

There was not much waiting time, just a few hours later, the relevant procedures were completed.

"Exchange successful."

The voice of the central array spirit computer appeared.

"From today on, the name of Huangtong Xiaojie will be changed to Ganghan Xiaojie on all official documents of the Immortal Sect. This military affairs processing is over."

Didn't leave immediately.

After a long time.

"...I wish you a happy life and practice..."

The voice of the central array spirit computer appeared again.

"I will."

Jiang Ding sighed.

After confirming that we were out of the state of war, my tense heart relaxed, but there was no joy.

A deep melancholy and sadness appeared in my heart, accumulating and unable to be resolved no matter what.

"Victory!"

"The thirteenth small realm of the Immortal Sect..."

Loud cheers erupted outside.

Countless soldiers and officers threw their helmets into the sky and laughed loudly. Even the seniors such as Jin Chengkong and Xue Qian were no exception. They had disheveled hair and were holding hands with the surrounding Qi Practitioners, singing and dancing like crazy people.

"Where's Jiang Ding?"

“Can we eat grilled octopus tentacles now?”

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan ran over excitedly.

But all they saw was a figure waving to them from behind, who had disappeared into the cross-border teleportation array.

I couldn't help but feel at a loss.

…

"I'm going home."

Among the sacred trees covering the sky, Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Look around again, especially Qingfeng University, and board the aerial fighter plane.

He would remain at home for the next ten to twenty years.

The air and space fighter paused, and the cockpit opened again.

A golden orb fell from the sky, carrying the true meaning of the Sun Destruction Sword Dao, and landed in front of him.

"Senior Mieri is really a trustworthy person."

Jiang Ding sighed in admiration and took the Great Sun Orb.

His spiritual consciousness swept over him, and a terrifying sword intent of scorching heat and destruction filled the air. His soul stung extremely, as if it would melt into ashes the next moment.

"No, at least you need the Golden Core realm to use it."

Jiang Ding's eyelids jumped.

The previous generation Da Ri Jianzi was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and could kill transformed gods, either by defeating or beheading them.

Even though his sword intention has been sealed layer by layer, it is still not something that can be understood now.

"This is something at the level of a pseudo-spiritual treasure... I don't know how many Nascent Soul cultivators are worth it."

"It cannot be temporarily refined. It must have been prepared many years ago."

Jiang Ding felt a little moved.

This thing is a treasure to him, but it has no value to other immortal monks. There is no possibility of reselling it for other uses.

There is also a message inside.

"Uncle is going to retreat."

True Lord Destruction of the Sun left only a few words.

"It can take up to a hundred years to achieve death. If it does, please call me the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord."

"No, if you are successful in the future, help me kill Jinguang Tianjun, Xuanding Tianjun, Wolf Beast Tianjun... They have enmity with me. I am dead and they are still alive. I feel unhappy."

There are twenty-seven people in total, and everyone from the Nine Immortal Sects has a share, not even a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Senior Mie Ri really thinks highly of me."

Jiang Ding shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In mind.

The aerial fighter jet sprayed its tail and flew in the middle layer of the atmosphere. After more than ten minutes, it arrived over Rongcheng.

A figure flew down and fell into the community.

The rest will be made up tomorrow