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Chapter 993: The Birth of the Gold-Destroying Sword
Jiang Ding put down the documents in Tushan Courtyard and came to a hazy void.

This is the holy land for countless cultivators from Beiyuan families. It is the key to the stable birth of Nascent Soul cultivators among Beiyuan family cultivators throughout the generations, and it is also the blessed land of Wang Ting.

The royal palace is immovable and has always been fixed here.

However, I have never heard of any independent cultivators or foreign enemies breaking into this place and taking advantage of the great opportunities.

Because here, there is a fifth-grade top-grade formation!

The formation was arranged by Lord Shuoyang himself, and is even stronger than the Six Paths Sect's formation.

"but,"

"That's all..."

Jiang Ding didn't care.

The talent of Lord Shuoyang is truly unprecedented.

If he were placed in the realm of the Immortal Gate, even if he did not possess any innate Taoist body, his comprehension qualifications would be enough to compete for the swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

Of course, this is just an analogy. There is no necessary correlation between strong comprehension and Dainichi Swordsman. Strong potential in kendo is also required.

For such an outstanding person, his formation... can only be said to be barely acceptable.

This is the gap in immortal education, which is caused by acquired factors.

Keng!
Jiang Ding flicked his fingers, and the sound was ethereal and pleasant.

With his fingers as the center, thirty-six dragon-like blue-gold sword auras instantly bloomed, tearing the sky into pieces and revealing the scene inside.

This is a secret place covering an area of ​​over a thousand kilometers.

The prototype is a broken fragment of the boundary wall, which can spontaneously absorb and exhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and barely maintain the spiritual energy concentration of the fifth lower level in the secret realm, which is extraordinary.

All around the secret realm, golden threads were faintly visible, and many formation runes were flashing in them, emitting a heavy pressure.

"Fifth-rank upper grade, Heavenly Gold Slaughtering Ten Thousand Dao Formation... that's quite a boast."

Jiang Ding recalled the Six-Fingered Old Demon's soul, and found many secrets offered by the Beiyuan family. He searched for relevant records: "This formation is connected to the secret realm's spiritual veins. With the stored spiritual stones, it can burst out with the combat power of the late stage of the transformation spirit in a short period of time."

"It is said that he manipulates the gold of the five elements and creates a myriad of golden swords. The cause and effect of gold is indestructible, and the formation is also indestructible."

“If someone who doesn’t understand the formation comes, even if he is a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm, once he is completely trapped in it, he will immediately be in danger of life and death. If he is not careful, he will not be able to interrupt the continuous revival of the Ten Thousand Golden Blades, and it is common for him to be worn to death in it.”

"There is no doubt that the demon clan Tianjun like Bingyuan Tianjun is a demon who does not understand the formation."

"However, to me, this kind of death formation without anyone in charge is not a big threat. Everything is so simple and easily exposed in front of me."

Jiang Ding stood silently beside the royal court's blessed land.

His spiritual consciousness and sword intent were divided into countless tiny strands by the immortal sect's unique secret technique of breaking the formation. He scanned and recorded bit by bit inside and outside the secret realm and inside and outside the formation.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a formation model composed of countless azure lines appeared.

At first, this formation model was just a simple Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. As the sword intent and divine sense detected more and more information, lines were quickly added to the formation model, and in a blink of an eye it became a formation model the size of a skyscraper, and the lines were still being added rapidly, making it more and more complex.

At this moment, if a foundation-building cultivator is lucky enough to see this model, his soul will collapse instantly, his brain will go blank, blood will flow out from his mouth and nose, and the whole person will fall into a coma.

This is because the brain receives too much information in an instant and falls into a state of freezing and restarting.

But this is far from the end.

As time goes by, the complexity of the formation model in Jiang Ding's sea of ​​consciousness is still increasing rapidly.

One day, two days, three days...

January, February, March...

Jiang Ding stood quietly in the sky. In addition to using part of his soul's computing power for cultivation and reserving part of his soul's computing power for self-protection, the rest of his soul's computing power was all used to calculate the fifth-grade top-grade Tianjin Lu Wandao formation left by Shuoyang Tianjun.

Even his own body was revealed, no longer hidden.

Of course, he himself didn’t know whether this was his real body or not. He had never thought about it in his soul. Everything was chaotic and unknown.

The changes in Wangting Fudi attracted many immortal cultivators, who believed that it was a natural phenomenon and a rare treasure. The high-level immortal cultivators, Jindan and Yuanying cultivators who came here were shocked for a moment, bowed deeply, and then retreated.

The low-level cultivators, the foundation-building and Qi-cultivating cultivators, seemed to know nothing and had never seen the young man in green not far away.

In the Tushan courtyard, there are no portraits of the various sects.

This is because all the True Lords know exactly what kind of person their monarch is, and they will only spread his appearance everywhere when they are tired of living.

These low-level monks caused some noise, chaos, and even fighting with each other, for opportunities, or simply to kill people and seize treasures.

The life span of the cultivators who practice Qigong and build their foundation is short, and they live in a dreamlike way. They are not very afraid of death, and harsh laws and punishments cannot always restrain them.

The foundation-building and Qi-cultivating monks were fighting in a chaotic battle, shouting and roaring continuously.

Occasionally, when a Jindan or Yuanying cultivator passed by here, they would look at them with incredible eyes.

After a long time, a high-level monk who passed by hesitated for a moment, then waved his sleeves, took them all away, and left them far away to prevent these little guys from disturbing the place.

By the way, throw the low-level monks who committed crimes into the prison of the nearby sect.

This way you can earn some merits, although not much, but it is also a convenient thing to do. Just open the law enforcement record magic weapon you carry with you and you can get it after you finish the task.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

"It's done."

"It's so easy, so easy..."

Jiang Ding's eyes regained a hint of alertness, and he spoke shamelessly.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, an extremely large and complex formation emerged. It was not a rigid model, but was constantly flowing and changing, exactly the same as the formation of the Royal Court Blessed Land in front of him.

Keng~
Jiang Ding pulled out the Taiqing Flying Sword bit by bit.

"A hair of the sixteenth power of the Sword of Extermination of Gold..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

In an instant, strands of web-like filaments appeared in his eyes. These filaments had the luster of metal and the dark red of blood. The two colors intertwined together, sharp and terrifying.

In this state, everything in front of Jiang Ding changed.

The sky, mountains, and earth all disappeared.

Only blood-golden network veins remained between heaven and earth, concentrated in some places, which were where the spiritual veins of mountains and rivers converged.

Some are only a few wisps, scattered, they are the Qi training and foundation building monks; some are gathered into a small group, they are a Nascent Soul monk passing by.

The most conspicuous and densely populated place is undoubtedly the fifth-grade superior grade Heavenly Gold Killing Array in front of them.

Many blood-gold lines formed a network here, spreading in all directions. The most conspicuous of them was a winding blood-gold vein in the center. It looked extremely twisted and was changing drastically at any time, with no chance of stabilizing.

The winding blood-gold veins looked like... a sword mark.

"right here……"

A sense of enlightenment emerged in Jiang Ding's mind.

call out!
Taiqing flying sword slashed down.

There was no need for any sword skills. Just with the blessing of the sword energy thunder sound, sword refining into silk, and sword energy immortal sword skills, a sword light was cut out, which coincidentally fit the winding blood-gold vein.

Without using any extra strength, the sword flashed and disappeared.

Keng!
The Taiqing flying sword was put back into the scabbard.

The fifth-grade superior heavenly gold killing array that covered the royal blessed land in front of him paused.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

Countless golden lights burst out, and the formation collapsed silently, no longer having any killing power.

(End of this chapter)