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Chapter 1393 Four Thousand Years Later, You Bully Me Again

During the decades that the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy was recuperating from his injuries, the Lei Yan Territory was peaceful and nothing major happened.

Even the fierce battle between the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect came to a halt instantly. No True Sect cultivator dared to start a war under the noses of the Immortal Sect's envoys.

Influenced by the two great sects, many independent cultivators also became cautious, and the Lei Yan Territory entered a rare state of peace.

In the swamp magic city.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes in the green palace.

He finished his second practice of "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" and gained a lot. He estimated that in another hundred years, the fourth sun rule divine ban would be born, and the Taiqing Flying Sword would also become a mid-grade space treasure, and its sharpness would be further enhanced.

In the process of refining space treasures that takes thousands of years, the Taiqing Flying Sword adds a regulatory divine ban on a scale of hundreds of years. This speed is truly terrifying.

Not only the speed of refining, but also Jiang Ding's soul and the material of Taiqing Flying Sword underwent subtle but essential changes.

This can be called a miracle, a miracle created by the immortal sect's immortal tradition.

And the price also exists.

"I can practice once more before I go bankrupt..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

With wealth accumulated over thousands of years, he was one of the richest people in the Hedao-level forces. However, he went bankrupt in just a few hundred years of such practice. All the accumulation of thousands of years of countless small thousand worlds was used up.

The horrific expenditure is not enough to describe the melting of wealth like ice and snow.

This is the foundation of the Dao.

In addition to the material consumption, due to the lack of the assistance of the Taiyin Sword, even more terrifying demons accumulated in his heart, causing Jiang Ding's eyes to begin to turn scorching white, the same scorching white color as the critical state of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

He began to become extremely unstable and was about to be devoured by his own inner demons.

"I can still maintain my true self for another 237 years."

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

"Plus the reserved reaction time... at most two hundred years. If Light Thunder Lord does not appear, I will start my sword fighting journey. In the lower domain, all places where there is no He Dao Lord, all human demon cultivators who can be called evil in the laws of the immortal sect."

"They're all going to die!"

This journey is bound to be a life-and-death journey.

Not all of them are sword cultivators, and not all of them seek to fight against opponents of the same level. If they find themselves defeated, they will definitely draw in power above the Void Refining level.

At that time, if you didn’t escape fast enough or if you weren’t lucky enough, you would definitely die.

"disease!"

Jiang Ding cast a series of spells, which fell on his body, making his body become hazy.

This is a self-sealing spell from the Immortal Sect, and he made some improvements to the swordsmanship.

Without this spell, he would not have the two hundred years of buffer time and would go crazy right now. He would need the blood of a powerful enemy to calm down, otherwise he would explode and die.

After an unknown amount of time, the restless inner demon was gradually sealed.

Jiang Ding returned to normal.

He knew that this was just drinking poison to quench thirst. Just like a volcano, the more it was suppressed, the more violent the eruption would be and the more destructive it would be.

But he had no choice.

Jiang Ding expanded his spiritual consciousness and began to receive various information from the Swamp Demon City, especially the intelligence from the envoy of the Immortal Weapon Sect.

The envoy from the Immortal Weapon Sect had the sword-making materials he needed for the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique", which was extremely important to him as it was related to his practice for the next thousand years.

No intelligence was found in this regard.

The envoy from the Swamp Demon City did not see the envoy from the Immortal Artifact Sect, but only saw an inner disciple of the Immortal Artifact Sect, a Divine Transformation cultivator, who took the gifts and sent them away.

However, another piece of information attracted his attention. "The number of missing Divine Transformation cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, and Golden Core cultivators in the Swamp Demon City has increased. In the past twenty years, nineteen Divine Transformation cultivators, thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators, and even more Golden Core cultivators have disappeared..."

Jiang Ding looked at this information and fell into deep thought.

The Swamp Demon City is not a sect, and the control over the monks within it is not strict. It is actually just a center for commerce. Coupled with the usual chaos and murders and treasure-stealing by independent cultivators, it is very common for monks to disappear, and most of the missing people are dead.

The remaining reasons are varied, such as falling into a trap, or simply changing one's identity, or leaving the Swamp Demon City to develop elsewhere... There are all kinds of reasons, and the disappearance of monks in the Swamp Demon City is very common.

However, in recent decades, too many people have gone missing!

The people of the Swamp Demon City were in panic, trade came to a standstill, and all kinds of taxes were reduced.

As long as Jiang Ding was not blind, he would not ignore this situation.

"Has the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Bones gone mad?"

"Come to my place and cause trouble."

Jiang Ding frowned.

There is actually no mystery about this matter. It was done by the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses.

Only they have a desire for a large number of living cultivators. In the past, such things happened from time to time in their territory, the territory of the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong, and it was already well known.

In the past, there was a tacit understanding between the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and the Swamp Demon City, and they generally would not fight in the Swamp Demon City.

After all, the True Lord of the Swamp is alone and helpless. If he were to give up everything and attack the younger generation of the Blood Lake and Corpse Mountain, he could make the Blood Lake and Corpse Mountain pay several times or even dozens of times the price, which would be totally not worth it.

This tacit understanding has been completely broken in recent decades.

"Damn it!"

"Blood Lake old thief, you are going too far!"

Jiang Ding was furious.

"When I was young, your clone beat me up. Even though I am still young now, a cub of the Hedao, more than four thousand years have passed, and you still want to bully me!"

"Do you really want to die..."

The bloodshot in Jiang Ding's eyes surged several feet, piercing through the void and breaking the rules. The manic inner demon that had just been sealed rose up again, wanting to engulf everything and kill everything.

He was almost out of control and was about to rush into the mountain of corpses in the Blood Lake, pull out the Blood Lake True Lord, and chop him into dozens of pieces with his sword.

"calm!"

"The Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy is there, so it's not a good time to take action now. Stay calm..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

There is no doubt that the sudden breaking of the tacit understanding of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain must be related to the envoy of the Immortal Artifact Sect. For some reason, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain's demand for the souls and bodies of high-level cultivators has greatly increased.

As expected, the Immortal Weapon Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects have the same origin. Although there is the word "immortal" in their names and they claim to be the righteous path, they are not at all what they claim to be.

None of them are good!

"The upper realm is filthy."

"The upper realm needs my cleaning. These insects are a complete nuisance. The sentient beings in the universe don't need them..."

Jiang Ding calmed himself down.

He practiced silently, realizing the slow qualitative change that the "Sun Sacrifice Sword Technique" brought to his soul and flying sword. He spread out his materialistic Sun Sword Soul to suppress the inner demons that were constantly emerging like weeds in the lake of his heart.

He practiced quietly.

A few years later, a message came from Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong.

The Immortal Artifact Sect's envoy, Caishan Zhenzun, held a banquet at Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong, inviting fellow Taoists from Lei Yanyu to discuss the mysteries of Taoism, talk about the past and present, and also invited fellow Taoists from all over the world to attend.

(End of this chapter)