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Chapter 1391: Without the strong, the Great Sun Sword Cultivator will die

No matter how intense the pain is, it will subside over time.

No matter how strong the enemy is, he can be killed with a sword.

Jiang Ding held the Taiqing Flying Sword in his hand. In the endless light, his tightly furrowed brows began to relax. He gradually adapted and his expression began to become tranquil and peaceful.

The powerful training brought by "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" gradually became subtle and invisible, and the sword cultivator's soul and flying sword took the first step towards the foundation of the Hedao.

"If the Sun and Moon Swordsmen practice together, it seems that they can also achieve similar results. It is inevitable that the journey will be smooth..."

Jiang Ding's sword soul regained its almost complete state and began to think.

"But what will Sun Sword Master and Moon Sword Master lose?"

"You will lose an enemy, lose an opportunity on the path, and the sword soul will lose a chance to defeat itself and transform."

"This is the particularity of the sword cultivation path. One must grow through battles and cannot be as steady as the magic cultivation path."

"One chance is nothing."

"The accumulated opportunities missed time and time again have created the gap between the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. History has already proven this."

The dark gold film on the Taiqing Flying Sword was gradually completely absorbed, revealing the blue-gold sword body again, emitting a soft light.

The first sword-refining of "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" is half completed.

The remaining half will be honed and changed little by little over the next hundred years, becoming softer and not as dangerous as at the beginning.

This 'gentle' state of infatuation is subtle and invisible, yet continuous, and may be even more dangerous for some practitioners.

Of course, these cultivators naturally do not include the Great Sun Sword Cultivator who has been obsessed with evil since childhood.

"The progress of this sword refining..."

Jiang Ding's consciousness and sword soul poured into the flying sword, and he carefully felt the changes that had taken place in the Taiqing flying sword: "It is about nine point three times more efficient than the previous Great Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique, and it can even cause a subtle transformation in the essence of my soul."

"It is estimated that in another two thousand years, the Taiqing Flying Sword will be able to refine the treasure of the Void Space to perfection."

"Almost ten times faster!"

“Two thousand years later, my soul will have a foundation comparable to that of the disciples of the immortal sects in the upper realms. There will be a definite answer above the Hedao, instead of relying on luck.”

"Of course, the premise of all this is that you don't die during the Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique."

Jiang Ding added in his heart.

"To be honest, the Lone Sun Sword Sacrifice Technique is indeed a little dangerous. If I want to maintain my sanity, I really need to kill Guang Lei Tianjun."

"It would be even better if we could have a princess from the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan."

"I am a genius swordsman in the human realm, and I am also very strong in the art of military formations. The puppets I refine into illusions must be top-grade puppets, far superior to ordinary puppets of immortal sect disciples. They will definitely be moved when they see them. This is how charming I am..."

"If you kill me, I'll call it a day and run away. I'll hide in the Immortal Gate for a few thousand years. After I'm promoted to Refined Void, I'll consider coming to the upper realm."

Jiang Ding planned quickly in his mind.

At present, the Leiyang Tianjian Realm and the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan are the same to him, both are very dangerous, and there is no difference because they are from the same clan.

Keng!
Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and stood up.

"Right now, there is only Light Thunder Lord. I need to quickly deal with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect and the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, and take out the last fragments of the immortal art, so that I can escape when the time comes..."

……

The swampy magic city.

An old man with gray-green hair reappeared in the palace, sitting cross-legged. He took out a number of glowing array plates, giant tripods, flags, and things like smart chips and inserted them into various places in the Swamp Demon City. It seemed that what he was doing was extremely complicated, and he had not finished it for several months, and only completed the staged work.

"The Hedao-level formation is too complicated. It would take me decades just to install it..."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Naturally, he made this arrangement to deal with the sword fight between Guang Lei Tianjun and others more than two hundred years later, to prevent the protectors of Lei Yang Tianjian Realm from interfering with the sword fight, and... to prevent himself from using things other than his own sword ability to interfere with the sacred sword fight, even if it means death.

Practicing the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" alone violates the common sense believed by the predecessors of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and is too dangerous.

At this point, even the strongest Sun Sword Master in the Sun Sword Pavilion in hundreds of thousands of years could not control his instincts.

He needs strong enemies.

If there is no strong enemy, he will go crazy and explode.

By then, once he goes completely crazy, everything will be irreversible. Perhaps the only way to survive is to seal himself in the Immortal Gate and wait for the Immortal Gate to have another technological explosion.

Even considering the luckiest scenario, the probability of survival is no more than one in a thousand.

"If Light Thunder Lord hadn't come..."

"so what should I do?"

Jiang Ding's face was calm, his eyes were cold: "I will use the Thunder Flame Region as a starting point, and begin to travel in many lower regions without native Hedao Divine Lords, challenge all the Lianxu cultivators who can be called evil one by one, and kill them one by one, until my Great Japan can fully wake up and be liberated."

"We can't just fleece the human race. Maybe we can consider attacking the demon race's lower realms..."

"Those who eat humans should die!"

There is a way out in all situations, how lucky we are.

"Oh, and there's also a teleportation array for escape."

"After I run away, I cannot appear in the Thunder Flame Region again. I must stay far away from here because this place may attract the attention of near-immortal forces. Even if I come back after thousands of years, it will not be safe."

Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something and created several incarnation-level clones, giving them some instructions in their soul cores.

These clones would carry a large amount of teleportation array materials and scatter in all directions. It would take hundreds of years to set up many teleportation arrays that would self-destruct after being used once, leaving a way for the original body to survive.

"Also, since you plan to run away, you don't need to be too concerned about your identity as the True Lord of the Swamp."

"You can order more sword-making materials from Tiangong Building. It would be best to ensure that I have all the materials that cannot be synthesized temporarily ready within two thousand years... If you don't have enough money, you can borrow money from Xianmen in the name of investing in business."

Jiang Ding made a decision.

This would expose more wealth, which was somewhat inconsistent with his identity as the True Lord of the Swamp, but there was no need to pay attention to it.

He just didn't believe that Tiangonglou would give up a business that had huge profits.

Anyway, no matter how much profit Tiangonglou makes, Jiang Ding's profit from cross-border trade will only be more than theirs, so there is no need to worry about losing money in business and not being able to repay the loan from Xianmen.

Of course, this kind of transaction cannot exceed a certain limit and cannot be increased indefinitely, otherwise Tiangonglou may not necessarily kill people to steal treasures.

In this way, Jiang Ding practiced step by step in the Swamp Demon City, carried out his own plans, arranged formations, collected many specimens and skills, and enriched his own foundation.

Before we knew it, nearly a hundred years had passed.

At this time, it was finally the millennium tax collection year for the Immortal Weapon Sect. The envoys and offerings from the Tiangong Tower came across the boundary with great momentum, and the colorful clouds covered the sky of the Leiyan Domain.

They did not hide anything at all, and even though it was clear that they had been seriously injured in the process of crossing the barrier, no one dared to touch the tiger's whiskers.

Because they represent the majesty of the Immortal Sect!

(End of this chapter)