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Chapter 572: How to communicate harmoniously with monks outside the world

Luoxu Sect's Sutra-Tiding Pavilion looks like a huge octagonal tower.

The tower is six hundred feet high, with a total of six floors. Its eight sharp angles reach straight into the sky, and there are faint formations of void flickering.

"There is a formation."

"The Nascent Soul-level formation may pose a major threat to the peak Nascent Soul cultivators."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

As a fourth-level mid-level array mage and an array mage who came from a domain overlord-level force, there is no doubt about his judgment.

In terms of the breadth and sophistication of knowledge alone, even the fourth-order peak formation mages in this world cannot compare with him.

"It was damaged by external forces and is incomplete."

Jiang Ding looked at the top of the tower and said again.

Unless you design and refine a targeted formation-breaking magic weapon based on the characteristics of the formation, there are no relevant materials and manpower here, and it takes an unknown amount of time.

After all, it was scattered among more than a hundred monks of the same level, which was not enough to imprison the Golden Core monks and keep them motionless.

Keng!

A sword roar spread in all directions with sharp sound waves.

"It's manned."

Seeing that the battle situation was not right, the more than a hundred Jindan monks who had an extremely keen sense of smell and retreated away like wandering hyenas froze, showing a look of horror.

Jiang Ding suddenly muttered to himself.

Although it is quite well-preserved, if you look closely, you can still see a small remnant. Perhaps there was still a Sutra-Tiding Pavilion on the sixth floor six hundred feet above ten thousand years ago, but I don’t know whether it was originally the seventh or eighth floor. .

There is no problem in changing his body, but his clone is quite difficult. Facing the Nascent Soul monk, it takes luck to escape, let alone face the enemy head-on.

The strength of the early Nascent Soul.

What really stopped them was a faint sword mark on their souls, and a sentence.

"Comprehensive estimate..."

Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness carefully scanned the Scripture Pavilion in front of him, and from time to time he cast spells one by one, professional ancient-style formation-breaking magic weapons, and made a comprehensive assessment of the formation in front of him.

"I want to inform you that the first ten fellow Taoists who leave this place sixty miles away will die."

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent of the Soul-Destroying Technique shrouded tens of kilometers through the electromagnetic wave of divine consciousness, and a huge will descended on all the golden elixir monks within this range.

"No,"

As soon as the result came out, Jiang Ding frowned.

This sword intent is not very powerful.

"The fourth-level low-grade formation is roughly equivalent to the strength of a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

They seemed to be destroyed instantly by a huge force, and the remaining fractures were so smooth and neat that no trace of their former existence could be found without looking carefully.

for a long time.

"Fellow Taoists, this is our first meeting."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, calm and calm, without murderous intent, and explained patiently: "The crime is to slaughter mortals and low-level monks."

"Please rest assured, fellow Taoists, if there are no such crimes, I will release him and find someone to fill the ten spots."

"Absolutely not, confusing right and wrong."

"You won't confuse right and wrong?"

"Shit!"

More than a hundred Jindan monks cursed in their hearts, not believing this promise at all.

The mana and consciousness are running wildly, constantly rushing towards the sword mark in the soul, trying to remove it.

For a long time, it was of no use.

No matter how much, how huge the spiritual soul and mana wash away, it can't make the mark of sword intention fade even half a minute.

"Fellow Taoists, please come over and talk."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Over the years, he has spent a lot of time with monks in the world of immortality, and he has gradually figured out how to live in harmony with them.

The eyes of more than a hundred Jindan monks were darting around, their consciousnesses were looking around, and they were focusing on their hearts, ready to burn their blood and escape at any time.

No one made a move.

Nothing seemed to be heard.

Keng!

Jiang Ding didn't waste any time. He drew his sword, raised his eyes and looked around, his murderous intention blooming: "Everyone, do you really want to force me to go on a killing spree?"

"You are in chaos and disorder, without a military formation, you are a mess among each other, and you don't even know each other. Do you really think you can escape?"

"Fellow Taoists, this place of Luoxu Sect doesn't seem to be big..."

His voice was cold. "Don't dare!"

Many Jindan monks subconsciously trembled.

They do not think that the other party is deceiving or intimidating.

The person who can kill Guishan's master Gui Chi is the one who can do this!

You know, Master Gui Chi is the only person in Gui Shan Tie's family who is second only to the righteous Tianjiao Gui Fazi.

He has a great reputation. He killed countless magic cultivators and sword cultivators in the battle with the Great Sun Sect. He is also ruthless in dealing with thieves internally.

Many demonic golden elixirs with foreign surnames are even more afraid of them than the rules.

Such a person simply died in the hands of this sword cultivator.

"I'll come over and see you soon."

Under the huge pressure of the sword and the murderous intention, finally a monk in the early stage of the golden elixir couldn't bear it anymore. His legs and feet went weak, and he flew towards this side tremblingly. He bowed his head deeply from a distance of more than a hundred meters and stood still. move.

Jiang Ding let go of the pressure of his sword.

The golden elixir monk relaxed his body, bowed his head again, and stood still.

"What about you guys?"

Jiang Ding looked at the others calmly.

His gaze no longer contained murderous intent, nor was it coercive. His gaze even became very gentle and friendly.

Perhaps, one or two heads are needed to establish authority.

this is very simple.

Beiyuan monks are well-behaved and innocent monks are hard to find. Golden elixir monks with innocent and bloody hands are everywhere, so just pick one.

Since these people killed people, they should have no regrets if they were killed by him now.

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

For some reason, seeing him like this, many Jindan monks felt panic in their hearts. A chill rose from the soles of their feet and poured into their backs and heads. Their whole bodies were extremely cold.

"I've met fellow Taoist!"

"Come right over here."

"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment. The special steps of the exercises will be slower. Please bear with me..."

In an instant, a large group of golden elixir monks flew towards here, scrambling to be the first, fearing to fall behind, they bowed their heads deeply and bent their waists at a distance of more than a hundred meters.

Extremely smart.

As expected of the casual cultivators of Beiyuan who struggled to survive under the family's suppression.

"Fellow Taoists, you are all really willing to help others."

Jiang Ding's eyes truly softened, and a smile appeared on his face: "Everyone is invited to come, I just need help with a small matter."

"Don't worry, your help will not be in vain. There will be enough reward, and you will not be disappointed."

He has a great attitude.

These golden elixir monks are all useful.

In the future, if he were to take charge of a piece of land in the Northern Plains, he would need people to guard a large area of ​​grassland in order to gather a huge amount of spiritual stones, materials and treasures.

The Tushan Maid Group does not currently have such ability.

Now, a small seed can be sown.

"I've met fellow Taoist Tushan."

A golden elixir peak monk with white hair and beard took a step forward boldly and asked respectfully: "I don't know how important it is, but if it is useful to us, I will do my best to complete it for my fellow Taoists."

This person is none other than Zhenren Baimei.

"Fellow Taoist Baimei, I haven't seen him for many years, but he still has the same style."

Jiang Ding stood up and bowed slightly.

Tushan Sword Cultivator, who hunted Taoist Tiankuang with Master Baimei more than a hundred years ago, is considered an old friend, so he will naturally not ignore him.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Master Baimei waved his hands repeatedly, feeling flattered in front of a monk of the same level.

"The matter is naturally related to this Sutra Pavilion."

Jiang Ding did not ask why the other party was not in the Eighteen Blood Cloud Cavalry. It had nothing to do with him. He pointed at the octagonal tower in front of him and said calmly: "You need to obey our orders and break this formation."

"The reward is to be able to copy a scripture."

"You can choose any one, but you can only choose one."

(End of this chapter)