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Chapter 1407: Immortal Art Fragments Obtained
The true master of blood tide, his soul is scattered.

Jiang Ding performed a serious and careful ritual to clear away the remnants of the rules of cause and effect order, and then hid his body and returned to the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses.

From the beginning to the end, everything in this demonic sect was normal.

The disciples and elders each performed their duties, some practiced, some worked, just like what had happened in the past 100,000 years.

Occasionally, there would be favored Jindan cultivators who would pay a visit to Lianxu Zhenzun. Sometimes they were ignored, sometimes they were scolded, and sometimes they were received and given some guidance.

Everything is the same as before.

None of the disciples and elders of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain knew that their entire sect's ancestor Lianxu had now disappeared without a trace, and the sect was extremely empty, with only an illusory appearance left.

Now, there is only one other sect left.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect, you stole my money..."

"When I was in the Beiyuan small world, your Thunder Department Taoist soldiers attacked me. In addition, over the past 100,000 years, you have enslaved countless monks from the lower worlds, including the Beiyuan ascended monks. They are all my subordinates. This is completely a new and old grudge. I am not attacking you casually..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He moved through the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses like a ghost. The elders and disciples who came and went all ignored him. Sometimes, some even passed through his body and walked to the other side without any contact. They were completely creatures existing in another dimension.

After walking for dozens of steps, he came to the forbidden area behind the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

This is one of the final deposits of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, where the remains of the first founder of the sect, Blood Puppet Zhenzun, are buried. He refined himself into a blood corpse and sat in charge of the sect.

After a hundred thousand years of nurturing, the blood corpse's strength became more and more terrifying, faintly surpassing the peak of the refining void realm.

If an external enemy invades and the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses are no match for them, then we will mobilize the sect's entire defense formation. The ghosts, monsters, zombies that have accumulated over countless years, and this blood corpse will not be afraid even if we are besieged by several cultivators at the peak of the Void Refinement Stage.

"Sure enough, there are reasons why people, things, and forces can exist for such a long time."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He thought of the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong.

Even though this sect did not have any late-stage refining void cultivators, the strongest was Wan Lei Zhen Zun, who was in the middle stage of refining void. But when they chose to defend the mountain gate and not go out, Xue Hu Patriarch, a peak refining void cultivator, led many refining void cultivators and sect Taoist soldiers to besiege them for thousands of years but were unable to capture them.

In fact, many times, when the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong showed its inheritance, he had to temporarily avoid the edge and use his stronger mobility to temporarily escape from the battlefield, slowly consuming the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong's formations, talismans, Taoist soldiers, spirit stone reserves, etc.

Fortunately, after thousands of years of erosion, the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong's many foundations have been greatly reduced, allowing him to see opportunities for battle in recent years.

Now, the heritage of these blood lakes and mountains of corpses has naturally become nothing.

For Yu Jiangding, since he knew all the secrets of the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses, destroying a blood corpse that had been sleeping for a long time was naturally a piece of cake.

This blood corpse at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm brought him some surprises, destroyed the human world, and damaged nearly half of the deformed animal worlds. Its strength was very pleasing to the eye.

Finally, after the blood corpse's cultivation was destroyed, it was sealed again.

The reason why they did not choose to destroy it was because the blood corpse was the body of the founder of the Blood Puppet Elder faction of the Immortal Weapon Sect. Although they might not believe this, otherwise they would not have refined their own bodies into blood corpses.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Ding did not choose to destroy the blood corpse, so as not to attract the attention of the Blood Puppet Elders faction of the Immortal Weapon Sect.

Jiang Ding came at this time, of course, not for a bloody corpse that had lost its combat effectiveness.

“The fragment of the immortal art…” “I have to say that the True Venerable Xuehu was very clever. He placed the fragment of the immortal art on the coffin of the blood corpse. Even the cultivators of the Immortal Artifact Sect did not dare to disturb this deceased senior sect member at will.”

Jiang Ding came to a large scarlet tomb on the back mountain. With a tap of his toes, the tombstone opened with a bang, revealing a dark hole, like the bloody mouth of a giant blood demon.

He walked into it.

Here, there is a stone platform with a blood-red coffin on it. Above the tomb is a dark starry sky. From time to time, the stars in the sky flicker and move, casting rays of starlight condensed from the essence of the moonlight from heaven and earth.

"open,"

Jiang Ding nodded casually.

The blood-red coffin opened, revealing a gaunt old man inside. His skin was covered with blood-red scales and his nails were three inches long and flashed with cold light.

This is the blood corpse that guards the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses.

Jiang Ding then threw the bloody corpse into the corner of the tomb, just like discarding debris. All the vicious restrictions, curses, formations and traps that existed there showed no signs of being triggered.

In the coffin where the blood corpse was lying, a broken blood crystal was glowing, and there was a colorful object sealed inside.

Fragments of magic!

Jiang Ding carefully took it out, placed it in the palm of his hand, looked at the colorful fragments, and many insights closely related to the fragments emerged in his mind.

"Fragments of Immortal Art: Suppressing the Sky..."

"If the scene I saw was not an illusion, this might be a legacy that was deliberately spread by a being that looks like a true immortal. It should have been rendered harmless, otherwise it would not be so easy to seal."

"Normal immortal arts, even if they have no malicious intent, may prevent even near-immortal-level masters from getting close, as it will bring about a life-or-death crisis. The aftermath alone can destroy the immortal sect-level forces in the upper realm..."

Jiang Ding held his breath and solemnly put this most important trophy back into the storage jade pendant.

With one of the two pieces of magic fragments recovered, Lei Yanyu's most critical goal was half completed. If he encountered danger in the future and escaped instantly, he would not end up gaining nothing.

"The last one is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect."

"This sect is a bit troublesome."

Jiang Ding recalled the intelligence of the Zhen Sect and frowned slightly: "They have been psychologically traumatized by the thousands of years of attacks by the Blood Lake Ancestor. They have been hiding in the sect. The refining beings don't go out at all, lest they run into the Blood Lake Ancestor alone, where they will surely die."

"It's not impossible for them to go out, but it's impossible for them to die of old age in the sect."

"However, with the lifespan of Void Refining cultivators, they can completely retreat for thousands of years. In the face of life and death, this kind of patience is completely possible and not difficult at all."

“Therefore, it is not realistic to expect to encounter the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect’s Lianxu by chance.”

"That's all."

Jiang Ding thought for a long time and sighed, "I can only go to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect's ancestor Wan Lei Zhen Zun in person. If he can sincerely apologize to me and return the fragments of my magic that he found, and then the whole sect will commit suicide to apologize, I will not care too much."

"After all, I am a generous person."

(End of this chapter)