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Chapter 1396 Fellow Daoist Xuehu, I have waited for you for thirty years

Jiang Ding practiced silently, refined his flying sword, participated in various scientific research of the immortal sect, deduced the prototype of his five major immortal sword techniques, and observed the development of the Lei Yan domain.

Another thirty years later.

On this day, the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy completed the thousand-year tax collection in the Lei Yan Domain and entered the Golden Sea Domain with the farewell of the two great True Sect's Lianxu.

Accompanying the envoys from the Immortal Weapon Sect were Taoist soldiers from the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder Sect and the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

Not only the Taoist soldiers from these two true sects, but also the Taoist soldiers from several nearby realms were also recruited, and they moved towards the Golden Sea together. The marching of many immortal armies was mighty and their momentum and pressure were astonishing, and the news could not be concealed at all.

"It's really a distinction,"

"Shuoyang Tianzun... No, Shuoyang Zhenzun and the others are in trouble."

Jiang Ding gloated.

There have been battles over and over at the Blood Lake and Corpse Mountain for thousands of years, and the Immortal Weapon Sect has been giving warnings again and again but has never really taken action.

However, as soon as Jin Guangzong of Shuoyang Zhenzun and his group began to make moves to subvert the order, they were immediately suppressed with thunder and lightning, and Jin Guangzong's surrender and bribes were completely useless.

The Immortal Weapon Sect's priest completely ignored it.

"It's good that these people are dead. It will give us some peace."

"Since the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy has left, the Immortal Weapon Sect's attention will temporarily leave here, then..."

Jiang Ding stood up slowly.

Finally, the scorching white color in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and it shone through his pupils. There was a scorching white flame burning in his pupils, melting the space and distorting the rules of heaven.

"Blood Lake True Lord!"

"More than four thousand years ago, your clone beat me."

"More than thirty years ago, you burned, killed, and looted on my territory, plundering the souls and flesh of many Nascent Soul and Golden Core Transformation cultivators, and bullied me..."

“I am a forgiving and kind person.”

"Therefore, I have decided to grant you a magnanimous death."

boom!
The emerald green palace made a sound of air explosion as space and rules were shattered. An old man with gray-green hair disappeared, and strong winds made the palace toppled, frightening many psychic monks from the Swamp Demon City who were guarding the palace.

……

Jiang Ding activated his stealth mode at full speed, flying in the sky at high speed, flashing once or twice from time to time, teleporting to a distant place.

When he was actually in a combat situation, his heart became completely calm.

The inner demon was roaring wildly, but it couldn't affect him.

Just a few hours later, with the help of the pre-laid teleportation array, Jiang Ding had crossed the vast land of Lei Yan Domain and arrived outside the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

This is a lake that is similar to the sea, thousands of kilometers long and wide, with surging blood and bones and zombies rolling up from time to time.

The dark clouds in the sky are formed by the accumulation of countless wronged souls and evil spirits.

It is indeed a terrifying demonic mountain gate, a place where no living creatures are allowed to live. The legendary hell, in terms of cruelty, may not be as cruel as the harm done by humans to their own kind.

"According to the rules, when the Immortal Sect's envoy leaves the territory, the True Sect's leader must see him off."

"Blood Lake True Lord must be near the boundary wall now."

Jiang Ding didn't need to set up any formations. He just stood near the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses and waited silently. The Materialistic Sun Sword Soul probed in all directions, waiting for the arrival of an old friend from four thousand years ago.

Under the sword spirit, no concealment or escape technique will work, and the sword spirit's lock on living beings is far beyond the consciousness range of the void-refining cultivators. This is the characteristic of the sword cultivation path.

"Will True Venerable Xuehu return to the sect directly, or will he ignore the ban and fight True Venerable Wanlei directly?"

“I’m looking forward to his choice.”

"No matter what you choose, fellow Daoist Xuehu, please don't get hurt. Don't let a ripe fruit rot. It will make me angry..."

Jiang Ding thought quietly.

At this moment, his patience was terrifyingly strong. The more his inner demons turbulently roared and rolled, tempting him to do all kinds of crazy things, the more rational he became.

He even enjoyed the wait at this moment, as his inner demons could not interfere with him at all. On the contrary, at this moment, the terrible inner demons brought by sword refining were his helpers.

An even more fiery sword soul and a more rational and cold heart, this is the opportunity brought to him by the inner demon.

As long as the enemy is killed in the end, there will be no trouble.

One year, two years, three years, ten years...

During this period, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain was peaceful. Two cultivators in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm returned from the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, but they did not cause any waves, just like they had returned to the sect countless times over the past tens of thousands of years.

Only the strongest Blood Lake Ancestor is the target.

Jiang Ding stood above the blood lake, hidden in the deepest layer of space, like a stone, a drop of water, like a dead object. He had not moved once in the past ten years, had not practiced once, and had no breath of life.

In this state, even another sword soul sword cultivator would not be able to find him at all.

Time flies, and before we know it, another twenty years have passed.

This period of time is enough for a baby to grow into a middle-aged person with his own household, and his outlook on life and values ​​begin to mature, becoming the backbone of society.

There is a new group of disciples in the Blood Lake and Corpse Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of talented people have gathered from all over and are thrown into the Blood Prison to fight against each other. Only the last hundred people can become real disciples of the Blood Lake and Corpse Mountain.

The dead are not wasted, they will become evil spirits and zombies with good qualifications, adding a subtle background to the blood lake.

All these things are running normally.

Everything was normal in this demonic sect, just as it had been for countless days and nights over the past 100,000 years, nothing surprising at all.

At a certain moment,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his pupils burning with scorching white flames looking into the distance.

There, a beam of bloody light with a bloody aura rising into the sky was flying towards the blood lake. It was carrying a heavy pressure and a sinister evil aura, as if it was the lord of billions of blood vampires, the devil of hell.

He flew here openly.

This is his sect, the place where he has been practicing in seclusion for tens of thousands of years. There is no reason for him to hide.

The True Lord of Blood Lake!
At this moment, over an area of ​​tens of thousands of kilometers, extremely subtle changes occurred in the space, covering the human world. The changes were so subtle that even a Void-Refining cultivator could not detect them.

"Wan Lei was very cunning and returned to the sect immediately."

"The sect's formation is a threat. I must destroy the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect within a few hundred years and obtain enough blood puppets, including the Refined Void Living Puppets. The people above don't have much patience, so the swamp can also be used. Once I borrow that magic weapon, there is no way he can escape again..."

Many thoughts arose and disappeared in the Blood Lake Patriarch's mind.

He completely ignored the warning from the Immortal Weapon Sect's priest. At this point in time when he had already reached the peak of the Void Refining Realm and his life span was only five or six thousand years at most, nothing could stop his ambition.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"Who?"

"who?!"

The Blood Lake Patriarch shouted fiercely.

He had a cold murderous intent and stared straight ahead.

The sect’s blood lake, which was tens of thousands of kilometers away and was right in front of us, now seemed infinitely far away without us noticing, as if it was far away in the sky and could no longer be seen.

Among them, the figure of a young man in blue became clearer and clearer.

"Blood Lake,"

"where did you go?"

The young man in blue said in a gentle voice, "I have waited for you for thirty years. I have done nothing but wait for you in these thirty years. This is the first time I have waited for someone for so long."

"what are you busy with recently?"

He asked in a casual manner, like an acquaintance chatting on the street.

(End of this chapter)