Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 236 227 The Name of Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gol

Han Lin's ability to escape was undoubtedly praiseworthy.

He even used an amulet without hesitation to fly away at a speed close to that of a Foundation-building cultivator, disappearing into the horizon.

Under the surveillance of the rune beast, he fled straight away from this place, without any tricks, until he was twenty kiloters away.

Clang!

A sword's cry echoed between heaven and earth!

The light of the Taiqing Flying Sword had never been so dazzling!

Like the Nine Heavens Sun, the golden patterns were no longer hidden at all and openly exposed in the air.

An invisible fluctuation spread in all directions.

Breaking Law! Banishing spells!

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi paused slightly, greatly disturbed, and the continuous fall of teorites, stone pillars, and soil mountains in the sky shimred uncertainly, their magic structures shaking and showing signs of internal collapse.

Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gold!

The item that the Nine Great Immortal Sects coveted the most, the key substance that led to the demise of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the supre Immortal Gold!

The only thing still functioning normally above and below the sky, unaffected by the great disturbance, was the twelve solid stone spearheads shot by the twelve mud puppets, which, being tangible, did not fall into chaos.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding uttered in a low voice.

Whoosh!

The deep blue, Nine Heavens Sun, swept across the twelve solid stone spearheads, crushing them into ashes like ants, paying them no attention.

It dropped straight down into,

The twelve undying mud puppets!

Boom!

Countless deep blue and golden Sword Qi burst forth, the bodies of the twelve undying puppets stiffened for a mont, then turned into dust that dispersed in the sky without leaving even the smallest fragnt.

Whoosh!

The deep blue Sun with golden patterns ca to rest on Jiang Ding's shoulder, floating still, its terrifying Sword Intent suppressing everything around.

"Undying, indestructible?! Hmph!"

"Try to revive one more ti and see what happens," Jiang Ding said coldly.

The deep blue Sun's radiance retracted, the light gold patterns receded, and it turned into a Flying Sword that entered his forehead.

He descended from the sky, stepping onto the ground.

There was no fluctuation of formations, no fluctuation of spells; they had all been eradicated in the earlier burst of Sword Qi.

Jiang Ding arrived in front of the verdant ancient tree and scanned the surroundings carefully with his Divine Sense.

"Oh?"

His expression flickered as his Divine Sense uncovered a layer of topsoil underneath the tree, revealing an old and weathered stone tablet.

The tablet was densely inscribed with text; despite the passage of who knows how many years, one could still feel the sorrow within it.

It couldn't help but induce a sense of loss.

"...At the age of sixty-two, I reached the Peak of Qi Practicing, and my mother passed away... She told nurous tis that she had no regrets and could smile in the netherworld, and that I should not dwell on her passing..."

"...And yet, how can I not dwell?"

"After that, I no longer had a mother, all alone in this world..."

"..."

"...At the age of seven thousand, two hundred and nineteen, I passed by a valley by chance and found this Herbal Spiritual Root, and I thought of my mother again, tears falling in streams... Even though I have the invincible na of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect, what can it do to reverse ti..."

"...If I had this opportunity in my youth, I wonder if I could have seen my mother a few more tis?..."

"...Thus, I transplanted it here."

"Daoist Chen He, in rembrance."

"From who knows how many years ago."

Jiang Ding sighed softly, "Once, a child who had a mother wept here, and now, another child of a mother cos here for the sa reason."

"The world is indeed a cycle of reincarnation."

Dispelling his emotions of self-pity,

Jiang Ding moved forward and carefully picked the bright red Herbal Magical Fruit, placing it in a jade box, then used the sa thod to collect another, stowing it in his Storage Jade Pendant.

Having completed everything, Jiang Ding felt a sudden relief in his heart.

As if the dark clouds had dissipated, his mood brightened significantly.

"This Formation thod..."

Jiang Ding was about to fly away when he saw the completely destroyed Formation thod on the ground and felt a pang of reluctance.

This place embodied a child's longing for his mother; how could it be left exposed here without any protection?

It was one thing to harvest, but to allow strange insects and greedy people to damage it, even at their own loss, was truly heartbreaking.

He checked his Storage Bag.

"A Second Order Formation thod, the most common and simple one, the Thousand Sword Gold Killing Array. Let's go with this one, the materials are just enough, but it can only be set up at the peak of First Order."

"The rest requires specially refined Array Flags and Array Bases, which I do not have."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he busied himself in the courtyard.

With extre efficiency, he sorted through the earth veins, determined the Formation Nodes, and occasionally used the Taiqing Flying Sword to cut Second Order Spirit Iron, inscribing Runes and burying them deep into the ground, connecting them with the earth veins.

For a Second Order Formation Master of the Xiann Sect, this was not difficult.

If it weren't for the lack of materials and specialized tools, a Second Order Formation thod could also be set up.

Over an hour later, the last piece of Formation Iron was buried underground.

"Rise!"

Jiang Ding injected his Mana.

Hum!

The thatched courtyard humd, and pure gold lines appeared, carrying the distinct sharpness of the tal attribute, connecting and intertwining everywhere, with golden Sword Qi flickering in and out of sight.

In the end, a dense and orderly whole was ford, with its aura hovering between the Peak of Qi Practicing and Foundation Building.

"Done, that's it."

Jiang Ding tested the Formation thod, then tidied up the courtyard that had been damaged by the battle, restoring it to its original state.

After everything was completed, he flew away into the distance.

The thatched courtyard quieted down, returning to the state it had maintained for thousands and millions of years.

...

After a long ti.

A faint sigh erged from the courtyard.

"...Mother..."

"...Unknowingly, so many years have passed..."

The ground stirred as strands of Yellow Spiritual Light flowed into the newly created Thousand Sword Gold Killing Array, nding its details and adding Formation Runes, rapidly elevating it to Second Order.

...

The roaring sounds of battle in the sky quieted down.

After a long ti, there was no movent.

"How is Little Martial Uncle doing?"

Hidden on top of a big tree, Han Lin couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, "Sword Cultivators, too violent. If you can't win, just give up, it's okay. No matter how important, leave it for the future, I must take it as a lesson..."

The surrounding Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth shifted slightly, causing his face to blanch, then quickly relax.

A Light Blue Sword Qi suddenly appeared beside him, carrying a Jade Box, dissipating on its own, allowing the Jade Box to fall.

"Thank you, Little Martial Uncle!"

Han Lin quickly caught it, opened it to inspect, and imdiately his eyebrows lifted with joy, feeling greatly reassured.

"If you need protection, the protection during the consumption of Herbal Magical Fruit is still effective."

A voice ca through.

"Disciple understands."

Han Lin gave a bow with his hands clasped, expressing his gratitude.

Yet he never ntioned whether he would go to Jinlingshan Mountain to cultivate in seclusion and entrust his safety to the morality of others.

...

Seven to eight hundred ters away,

"Finally got it!"

Flying in the sky, Jiang Ding checked the Herbal Magical Fruit in the Jade Box once more, and couldn't help but shout for joy, "Mom will get the Herbal Spiritual Body, there's a good chance she'll live past a hundred and twenty years old!"

"Great happiness! Great happiness indeed!"

"Let's go celebrate by chasing down that black-robed Old Deng."