A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding hid his figure and flew at the border between Chu and Tu. His speed reached a terrifying level. Even if a peak Jindan cultivator burned all his blood, he could not catch up to one-third.

"The same applies to Sword Escape, but it can't increase the speed."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Perry groped for a while in the storage jade, and took out a few blood-red metal fragments from inside. After splicing them together, a foot-long knife with a blood-red body, no handle, and a curved and thin blade appeared in front of him.

The embryo of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword!

It came from the ruins of Jiutian. It was dropped by the clone of the ancestor who killed the blood-forming ancestor. Because it was still useful, it was temporarily kept for more than a hundred years and has been gathering dust in the storage jade Perry.

Jiang Ding's mana and consciousness poured into the blood knife, not refining the already mutilated formation pattern, but just exploring, collecting, and gathering together the remaining breath.

Soon, wisps of blood that were almost invisible to the naked eye gathered, gathered, and condensed into a wisp, bright red, exuding the vicious aura of blood and curse.

"Breathe lock."

Jiang Ding pointed his finger, and a wisp of blue-gold sword energy emerged, and then faded away from its own breath, returning to a translucent color without any characteristics. The inside of the sword energy was constantly vibrating, changing its frequency and breath, and every second counted. Hundreds and thousands of changes, exhaustive.

Three days later.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, the translucent sword energy and the extracted bright red breath resonated, and there was a phenomenon of mutual induction.

"This is it."

Jiang Ding showed a hint of joy.

It's not a brilliant secret technique, it's just a simple understanding of immortality and magic power. It's enough to deal with a golden elixir monk.

Take out several ores and refine them to form a translucent sword energy with substance, which is reduced to the size of an ox hair needle.

Throw it on a stone and stick to it.

"Mu Tianxue's aura should be sensed within a hundred kilometers. If she doesn't have Nascent Soul level shielding means, she cannot be exempted."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it for a moment before making a judgment.

This is the result of offending a high-level monk!

Even if there are layers of restrictions, as long as you remember, it is easy to find loopholes or circumvent them.

Immediately, he breathed out the elixir fire and refined a handful of thousands of fine needles made of cow hair.

"If you have Nascent Soul-level concealment methods, I will admit it."

Jiang Ding concealed his figure, flew in the sky, and flew along the border of Chu State. He dropped three fine needles every seventy or eighty kilometers and inspected the people's livelihood of one or two countries.

The Three Kingdoms have been at peace for more than a hundred years.

It can be seen that the population has increased significantly, with hundreds of millions of people in each country, almost reaching the limit of the rule of the feudal dynasty. Unsurprisingly, in a few decades at most, there will be large-scale riots and uprisings. From this Dynasties fall and new dynasties are born.

This pattern is almost unavoidable.

Immortal cultivators can control and forcibly violate this natural law, but like a dam, it can be blocked, which means that a large number of spiritual stones need to be spent every year to mobilize a large number of immortal cultivators for secular management.

This is not worth the loss.

The Tu Kingdom was similar. In the early days, the Tu Dynasty, which was formulated by Li Qingyun according to the local conditions, was in the center, with the princes guarding the four sides, and the national and rural systems were parallel. As the population grew, the monsters and wild beasts in the wild were eliminated, and the extravagant desires of the officials and princes , it is no longer suitable for kinship reproduction.

There are many people but little land, and the interior is in a state of decay.

Conflicts in the mortal world are very fierce, but we don't dare to have a large number of casualties.

The method used by Tushan Fairy City is to gradually relax control and no longer restrict it. After all, Tu Ting is not of the bloodline of the lord of Tushan Fairy City, so he will not throw spiritual stones into this bottomless pit and let the princes annex and fight.

The only strict restriction is that it must not affect the order of the world or cause a large number of casualties.

Otherwise the rulers of the land would be put to death, and no one would care what the cause was, who caused it, and who died.

Even more direct soul searching and investigation without injury, killing people with borrowed knives, etc. can only make the foundation-building monks laugh.

It took more than a month to circle around the Chu Kingdom and lay down a dragnet. As long as Mu Tianxue took a step out, he would be discovered immediately.

"That's it. The jurisdiction is ambiguous. How to deal with it..."

Jiang Ding was about to go back when he paused.

His spiritual consciousness scanned through it. On the border between Chu and Tu, on the side close to Chu, an auction was being held. Many Jindan monks and Foundation-building monks gathered together to auction living souls, furnace cauldrons, and magic ways. Magical weapons, magic weapons and other things that are prohibited by Tushan Fairy City.

…

"The last final item, the Thousand Soul Flag, is obtained by this fellow Daoist Li."

On the stone platform, a middle-stage golden elixir monk from the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce sang: "Fellow Taoists, if you want to trade things, you can take turns to come forward. Our association only charges 10% of the fee, which can be converted into spiritual stones."

This is a common practice. The Lingbao Chamber of Commerce will provide strict security, escape means, item identification and other services. Many monks are not surprised and have long been used to it.

Here, there are more than 30 Jindan and nearly a thousand foundation-building monks gathered here, and it looks very lively.

Although many people hate it.

But I have to admit that although many demonic objects are a bit cruel and have a high risk of backlash, they are undoubtedly relatively cheap and powerful.

Therefore, there is a large market among many monks who are willing to take risks for this purpose.

"The finale is just a low-grade magic weapon?"

"This is not what your Lingbao Chamber of Commerce's twenty-year auction should look like."

Some golden elixir monks were dissatisfied and shouted: "Think back nearly a hundred years ago, in the Tushan Fairy City, there were blood relatives' spiritual root secrets, the heavenly spiritual root furnace cauldron, the golden elixir, the level-breaking elixir and other things. It's not the same now. few."

"Is it because I am afraid of Lord Tushan and dare not come up with really good things?"

"Yes!"

"Uncle, I have a lot of natural resources and treasures..."

Many Jindan monks followed and shouted, their eyes extremely hot.

Level-breaking pills, secret techniques, heavenly spirit root furnaces, cauldrons and other items are all things they long for, which can make their cultivation further.

"Everyone, it is indeed not the case."

Shang's Jindan was a Confucian scholar without a white beard. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "The Lingbao Chamber of Commerce will not actively conflict with the owner of any place, even if this is a foundation-building family."

"Due to the war in Beiyuan, the loss of treasures is too great. In addition, this place is remote and may not need many important treasures. The elders in the Chamber of Commerce are thinking... I have no choice but to do it. Fellow Taoists, please don't blame me."

His words were a bit euphemistic, but Jin Dan present could hear it and couldn't help but look a little ugly.

They are so poor!

After fleeing, the highest level of cultivation is the middle stage of Golden Core. The senior officials of Lingbao Chamber of Commerce do not pay much attention to this place. Of course, this is the idea of ​​​​the senior officials. The next level naturally attaches great importance to it, which is related to the cultivation resources they can obtain.

Unfortunately, their right to speak is limited.

But no one dared to say anything. Although the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce was a chamber of commerce with a low profile, it was still a famous power in the North Plains. The Yuanying Ancestor was in charge and should not be lightly insulted.

"well!"

"The seniors of the Shang family are naturally thoughtful."

A Jindan sighed: "I have been practicing in Tushan Immortal City for nearly a hundred years. I have spent mountains and seas of spiritual stones over the years, and I don't have much income. In fact, I don't have much savings left."

"Even if there is a heavy treasure in front of me, there is nothing we can do."

"Oh, what fellow Taoist said is true..."

The golden elixirs around him also sighed, and the sadness seemed to be contagious, spreading around.

golden elixir,

We need territory, we need spiritual veins, we need support!

Otherwise, you will be like them, sitting on your hands and only relying on the third-level Talisman Master, the third-level Array Master, the third-level Weapon Refiner, etc. It is not impossible, but it also requires a broad market.

Tushan Immortal City obviously cannot meet this requirement. There are only three or four places suitable for cultivation, which are expensive as hell.

This small place has been flooded with too many golden elixir monks, and it is too crowded. Even if each golden elixir monk is willing to put down his body and draw talismans for the foundation-building monks, they can't earn much.

"Since you are poor."

"How about Tushan Fairy City?"

A hidden golden elixir monk in black robes said faintly: "In this land of immortal cultivation, only this person can be called extremely rich. We have more than forty golden elixirs, how can we still be afraid?"

There was a trace of cold ghost resentment lingering on his body. He was obviously a monk who licked blood from his knife edge and was not afraid of any prestige.

There was a sudden silence.

You can hear a pin drop.

The noisy voice disappeared, and all the Jindan monks looked at this person with deep meaning in their eyes.

"Ahem,"

"I have something else to do, please take my leave."

"Let's just say goodbye."

"I plan to go to Yue Kingdom. Do you have any Taoist friends with you? Although Master Baimei has always behaved himself, it is not Tushan City after all, so it is better to be on guard."

"Brother Liu, I can accompany you..."

In the blink of an eye, a group of golden elixir monks escaped from the light quickly and disappeared without a trace. The foundation-building monks scattered like birds and beasts, as if there was something terrifying here.

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