Chapter 133: Taiqing Divine Iron 2

"Array! Array!"

Jiang Ding's expression was cold, took down the semi-magic artifact heavy machine gun from his back, pulled the bolt, found an angle that would not ricochet, and pulled the trigger.

"No array can be harder than Law-Breaking Steel bullets!"

Bang bang!

The muzzle of the gun spat out blue smoke and fire, and wisps of blood silk appeared on the Taiqing Divine Iron ore, feeling a major threat, intersecting into a net and rushing towards the Law-Breaking Steel bullets.

Spiritual light shattered, blood color dots, pierced through.

These blood lines are extremely sharp and tough, but they are nothing in front of the semi-magic artifact heavy machine gun bullets.

It's just that,

Jiang Ding looked at the Taiqing Divine Iron ore, which was empty and seemed to have nothing, and frowned.

Bang bang!

A few more shots, the blood-colored silk lines that emerged were shattered.

Shoot again, there are still.

Bang bang bang...

Jiang Ding's eyes were colder, and he didn't let go of the trigger, spitting out tongues of fire, sparks splashing, and the reflected ricochets hit the Jin Dao Sect Ancestor Hall with holes, even half-meter-thick walls were useless.

A chain of ammunition was finished, blue smoke curled, and the smell of gunpowder was pungent.

Blood-colored silk lines were still emerging.

Dispersed, appeared again.

"There is some kind of spiritual energy recovery array, and the spiritual energy reserve is abundant."

Jiang Ding put on a brand new chain of ammunition, and his eyes showed a look of thought: "Need to activate the array, find and calculate the array nodes."

He took his eyes back from the Taiqing Divine Iron ore, looked back at the blood pool beside the Ancestor Hall, and raised his hand for a three-point burst.

Undoubtedly, the array nodes must be near here.

Bang bang!

The blood pool reacted extremely violently, more blood-colored silk lines surged from the rolling blood pool, gathered together, formed strands, and tried to block the attack of the Law-Breaking Steel bullets.

Sizzle sizzle...

These blood nets formed by gathering have powerful corrosiveness. Three Law-Breaking Steel bullets shot on it, and were quickly eroded, and soon nothing was left.

"Good!"

Jiang Ding was surprised instead, raised his hand for half a chain of ammunition, dozens of Law-Breaking Steel bullets shot out, the roar of the muzzle was endless, shaking the Jin Dao Sect ancestor memorial tablets to fall in disorder.

Poof poof!

The blood lines gathered into a net, the blood net formed again, but was beaten to pieces in mid-air.

A chain of ammunition was finished, the array spiritual light was dim by more than a notch, but every time there was an external attack, there would still be wisps of blood silk appearing.

The intensity was much lower than before, only the attack power of the late Qi Condensation level.

"Still not working, can't hit the real weak position, many attacks missed, not to the point."

Jiang Ding frowned.

He is typically strong in attack and weak in defense. These silk lines can still cause him fatal damage.

"Still can't take too many shortcuts."

"Array nodes, array nodes!"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, projected a table in front of him with the camouflage clothing microcomputer, observed for a while after each shot, and recorded the array data changes produced.

The main reason is that he doesn'

Bang!

Bang!

One shot, a pause for a moment, then another shot, one after another.

……

Yuejing.

The Golden Armor Guards and the Zhendong Army soldiers were locked in a life-and-death struggle within the city; the Thunder Yellow Turban puppet sent the Wolf Lord and other Primordials vomiting blood with every punch and kick, and the situation gradually shifted toward the Qiyu Sect.

"Haha! A direct descendant of the Blood-Refining Yu clan of the Blood Slaughter Hall; I happen to be lacking a battle merit, and to think you would deliver yourself to my doorstep—excellent, truly excellent!"

The kind-faced Daoist laughed aloud, waving his peach-wood magic sword; bolts of thunder descended, shattering the blood cloud protecting the black-robed person into scattered fragments.

The magic robe was charred and torn, revealing a youth with an ugly face underneath, his skin color abnormally pale, almost transparent.

Greed appeared in his eyes.

Not to mention the treasures this person carried, killing any direct descendant of the three great elder families of the Blood Slaughter Hall would allow one to exchange for a Foundation Establishment Pill at the sect's Merit Hall, without having to rely on those Golden Stone Foundation Establishment Pills that were riddled with hidden dangers and whose efficacy after over a thousand years was uncertain.

The Thunder Pulse was, after all, the head of all the Qiyu Sect's pulses, specializing in punishing evil and destroying demons!

"This is what you forced me to do."

Feeling the blade-embryo of the Blood-Refining Divine Blade, which had been refined on Jin Dao Mountain, send out waves of warning blade-cries, the black-robed person instead calmed down.

"Blade!"

He whispered, his hand suddenly plunging into his chest, his face revealing an expression of intense pain.

Bit by bit, he pulled a blood-blade that surged with blood-evil from his chest!

A natal blood-blade that a direct descendant of the Blood-Refining Yu clan of the Blood Slaughter Hall cultivates from childhood, bit by bit, to use for fusing with a blade-embryo to break through to Foundation Establishment, or even to ascend to a magic treasure!

"Natal blood-blade!"

The kind-faced Daoist revealed a solemn expression.

"Since you are seeking death, then I will send you on your way!"

The black-robed person roared wildly.

Boundless blood-evil Qi surged into the sky, dispersing the bolts of thunder; the blood-colored blade radiance shone across the entire capital, and he slashed down.

The besieging Qing Daoist and Master Kushi each slashed out a fist imprint and sword Qi, drawing upon the momentum of heaven and earth, with a faint martial will contained within; their power was amplified layer by layer to the peak Qi Condensation level.

Puchi!

However, the attacks that were previously sufficient to intercept this person were like bubbles under the blood-blade, collapsing at the slightest touch; the two were simply not things of the same level.

"Go!"

The two also stepped aside without hesitation, exposing the kind-faced Daoist.

"Heavenly Thunder Sword!"

The kind-faced Daoist had anticipated this; a ruthless look flashed across his face, and he spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the sword. The magic sword broke free, merged into the black clouds in the sky, swallowed endless thunder Qi, and transformed into a purple thunderbolt that slashed down.

Boom—!

The thunderbolt struck the blood-blade; purple-green thunder spiritual light overflowed, and the blood-blade was shaken and twisted like water ripples, yet in the end, it suffered no damage, transforming into a streak of blood light that swept over.

"This..."

The kind-faced Daoist said in terror.

Both were at the peak of Qi Condensation, and with three peak Qi Condensation combatants besieging, plus his own strike that consumed essence blood, he didn't even have the qualifications to injure the opponent!

How could the gap possibly be this large!

"Explode!"

The kind-faced Daoist shouted sharply; the high-grade magic tool Heavenly Thunder Sword that had been knocked back exploded with a bang, and he himself, without even saying a word, turned and fled into the distance without looking back.

Sila!

The blood-colored blade light flashed, slicing the shockwave of the magic tool's self-detonation in two; in an instant, it caught up to the kind-faced Daoist, and the blood-blade swung downward.

"Fellow Daoist Yu! I am willing to surrender to the Blood Slaughter Hall..."

Blood light flashed.

The kind-faced Daoist was split in two from the center of his brow, his scalding essence blood was swallowed dry, and he fell as a withered corpse; the blade then slashed diagonally, cutting Master Kushi, who held the title of "Indestructible Vajra" in the martial arts world, at the waist.

The Qing Daoist fled in terror, deeply regretting that he had been blinded by greed to agree to the kind-faced Daoist's words and participate in the disputes between cultivators.

"Ants..."

The black-robed person gripped the blood-blade tightly, just about to pursue, when his expression changed.

In his spiritual sense, the warning from the blade-embryo suddenly rose by a level; the formation was broken to a certain degree and could be breached at any time.

"Who is it that dares to touch my Blood-Refining blade-embryo?"

The black-robed person's words were abnormally cold; he snatched the kind-faced Daoist's storage bag, and with a roll of blood light, transformed into a blood rainbow and flew toward Jin Dao Mountain.

……

Bang!

Another shot was fired.

Jiang Ding's eyes brightened: "Found it, the third formation node!"

Bang bang bang!

The semi-magic heavy machine gun fired in bursts, shattering an unremarkable stone dozens of meters away, triggering a chain reaction; many parts of the Blood Prison Ghost Killing Formation showed signs of collapse, and the speed at which blood lines were born slowed down significantly.

"At most two more formation nodes, and this formation will be broken..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, but he temporarily closed the document projected by the microcomputer in front of his eyes, pulled out the remaining half of the ammunition belt, and replaced it with a brand-new one.

In the drone's perspective, a blood-colored rainbow was clearly visible, flying toward here with frantic killing intent.

(End of chapter)