Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 139 132: Taiqing Spirit Iron (Thank you to League Ma

By the Blood Pool, the withered old man suddenly opened his eyes.

A thumb-sized hole appeared four or five ters away from him, its depths unseen.

"What is this?"

Uncertainty mixed with intense alarm arose within his Divine Soul.

This unheard-of phenonon exceeded his understanding. In a brief mont of uncertainty, he instinctively strengthened his mana shield and scanned his surroundings continuously with his Divine Sense.

His hands ford a spell, readying an attack-and-defense magic that could be launched at any mont.

"Calibration complete."

Jiang Ding muttered, pulling the trigger of the half magic tool heavy machine gun once again.

Ratatatat...

Flas spewed from the gun's muzzle, deafening gunshots shattering his Contraction Technique, the light visible for dozens of ters.

Five, ten, fifty rounds!

Amid rapid fire, a half belt of ammunition was emptied in a matter of seconds.

"Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape! Quickly!"

The complexion of the withered old man changed drastically, a great fear surging in his Divine Soul that he could no longer remain seated. Formulating a mana technique, he shouted loudly.

In an instant,

His figure blurred, splitting into five identical blood shadows fleeing in all directions, with incredible speed, resembling each other's energy, utterly irregular.

Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape!

This was a notorious escape technique from the Demon Sect's Xuetu Hall which required acquiring five babies under ten years old with Spiritual Roots, not more than three generations apart in bloodline, and subjecting them to the most brutal tornt for ten days and nights until they went insane, their Divine Souls collapsing into vengeful spirits.

After rging one's five fingers with these five spirits, the Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape could be executed, offering even against Foundation-building cultivators a fair chance of escape.

Now, engulfed by imnse fear, he did not hesitate to use his Essence Blood to perform the technique.

Bang!

A magic arts-breaking steel bullet hit one of the blood shadows, followed by a second, a third... countless others!

In the blink of an eye, each blood shadow shattered in turn, revealing the withered old man's form.

"Impossible!"

Shouting in dread, the withered old man desperately employed his escape technique to dodge.

Was he facing a barrage of magic from dozens of Peak of Qi Practicing cultivators??!

Thump, thump!

His true form evaded the first five magic arts-breaking steel bullets, but the remaining were inescapable.

"Xueyun Shield!"

The withered old man roared as a palm-sized shield covered in bloodstains and white bone flew out from his Elixir Field, expanding in the wind to block in front of him at a width of about three ters.

Bang!

A magic arts-breaking steel bullet struck the blood-veined bone shield, its Spiritual Light instantly dimming and teetering on the brink of collapse, followed by a second... dozens more.

Bang, bang, bang!

The blood-veined shield was pierced, flung away, and the withered old man's shoulder, left arm, and half of his torso turned into a blood mist with Broken Bones scattering everywhere.

"Ah!"

The withered old man scread, burning all his Essence Blood and mana, transforming into a blood cloud in an attempt to flee down the mountain.

Bang, bang, bang!

Vaguely, within his Divine Sense, he saw dozens more bullets piercing through the air, their speed far exceeding his escape velocity, even his divine sense response could barely keep up.

Bang!

Out of the fifty magic arts-breaking steel bullets, more than twenty hit simultaneously, turning the blood cloud that the withered old man had beco into a mist of blood, as limbs and a grim, unwilling head splattered everywhere, scattering across the ground.

"Not bad, I haven't practiced with the heavy machine gun for a while, yet my skills haven't declined."

Amid the wafting light blue smoke,

Jiang Ding, unhurriedly, reloaded another belt of ammunition, aid at the scattered limbs and head of the withered old man, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang, bang!

Steady shooting easily hit the stationary targets, turning arms and head into a mist of blood and bone fragnts.

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Bang, Bang!

The gunfire didn't cease, continuing to shoot and picking off the many disciples of the Jindao School on Jindaoshan Mountain, who were in great chaos due to the battle. Blood mist kept appearing; under the drone's infrared locking, no one could escape.

There weren't many, only about twenty or so, as most had descended the mountain to join the Big Army of Zhendong Marquis.

"Target cleanup complete."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he picked up the spent casings on the ground, covered up the traces, slung the heavy machine gun on his back, and dashed at high speed toward Jindaoshan Mountain four kiloters away.

...

"Elder Yu is dead?!"

The man in the black robe, who could stand against Master Heshan, Daoist Qing, and Master Ku Shi—all three Peaks of Qi Practicing—without being at a disadvantage, changed his expression and said in a cold tone, "Does your Qiyu Sect have any more people?"

Not far away,

A Yellow-turbaned strongman with patterns of lightning pressing down on Langzhu and a group of Xiantian, with thunder and lightning erupting from each punch and kick, sending them continuously retreating in utter distress.

'More people?'

Master Heshan was inwardly shocked, but he kept a straight face and laughed heartily, "Demon cultist, you should know that Yue Country is the territory of our Qiyu Sect!"

"You old fool... you're courting death!"

The voice of the man in the black robe sent chills down the spine.

...

The Jindao School at night.

It was tranquil, without even the sound of insects.

Jiang Ding, carrying a heavy machine gun, moved with swift steps, ran like a bird across boulders and rooftops, occasionally landing on the ground, his steps dislodging one or several bullets that flew out and into his pocket.

Those buried deeper or out of the way were left for the ti being.

Using Xiann firearms was a last resort; in a world where Xiann enemies exist, this could bring great danger, so traces must be cleaned up as much as possible.

Jiang Ding ignored the dried old man's scattered flesh and blood, the storage bag, and the Blood Pool not far away, and went straight to the rooftop of the Ancestor Temple and perford a "Thousand Gold Drop."

Between the breaking tiles and beams, he had already descended, right at the location of the Heavenly Sound Stone, without the slightest error.

In front of him,

In the light of the ancestral tablets and candles,

a massive boulder a few ters high and wide stood tall, shaped like a rugged little mountain, completely dark, with tiny white spots scattered across its surface, reflecting starlight in the candlelight.

The Xiann Encyclopedia states—

"Mysterious color, also with white spots like stars, divine objects conceal themselves, unseen by cultivators, mortals nearby may hear faint singing, listening can bring enlightennt of magic."

Taiqing Spirit Iron ore!

"My Taiqing Spirit Iron!"

Jiang Ding's eyes imdiately lit up, his heart thumping excitedly.

The Supre Sword of Dao Foundation begins here!

Though his heart was burning with impatience, he didn't lose his rationality. Instead, he took out two small birds and a wild rabbit he had casually grabbed on the way.

He tossed the wild rabbit up.

Hiss, hiss!

On the seemingly empty stone, suddenly, fine strands of blood appeared, razor-sharp, piercing the lively wild rabbit, sucking its essence blood completely dry.

Over by the Blood Pool, similar blood shadows erged.

Jiang Ding's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he threw the two birds out, which t the sa fate, their bodies penetrated, leaving only shriveled corpses.

"Damn it!"

"Bastard!"

"You dared to leave a protection Formation thod on my Taiqing Spirit Iron!"

Jiang Ding cursed vehently.

Indeed, the man in the black robe didn't seem to recognize what this was—a seemingly ordinary object. But he was certain it was a rare treasure.

Because it was very hard and couldn't be placed in a storage bag.

In his mind, this treasure was only slightly less valuable than the Hua Xue Magical Blade embryo in the Blood Pool. Therefore, he included the Taiqing Spirit Iron within the protection Formation thod's range.

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