Chapter 134

A blood-colored rainbow hung in the air.

It had been unknown how many years since such a phenomenon had appeared in Yuejing; those who had seen it before had all been dead for at least several hundred years, and not even written records remained.

"God, a god!"

"Ah!"

Many commoners, soldiers, and martial artists thought a demon god had descended and knelt in worship.

However, what greeted them was not a blessing.

Many people revealed expressions of pain, their eyeballs suddenly bursting and transforming into streaks of blood lines that surged into the sky, merging into that blood-colored demonic shadow, and the place became completely silent.

The speed of the blood rainbow was extremely fast; in just a few minutes, it had crossed the dozens of kilometers between Yuejing and Jin Dao Mountain, entering within a five-kilometer radius of Jin Dao Mountain.

The violent killing intent made the birds, insects, and mosquitoes within several kilometers fall silent.

"A true demonic cultivator..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, letting him enter the four-kilometer range.

There were no living people left at this distance; it had been cleared by him, and then cleared again by the black-robed person.

Bang!

The first shot was fired.

No calibration was needed; having stayed here for so long, the five-kilometer radius had already been calibrated, and it could immediately be put into battle.

Bang bang bang!

The semi-magic heavy machine gun spat fire, but the gun body remained as steady as a mountain, shell casings were ejected, and the smell of gunpowder was intoxicating.

"You are very strong,"

"Besieged by three of the same tier, killing enemies like chickens while going all out—and this is while your main battle blade-embryo is not in hand; calling you invincible among your peers is well-deserved."

Jiang Ding revealed a hint of ferocity: "But, how dare you appear before me so brazenly!"

Dozens of heavy machine gun armor-piercing steel bullets carried his words, crossing the four-kilometer distance in an instant, covering that streak of blood-colored rainbow in a net of encirclement!

The black-robed person, whose killing intent was soaring, saw his frantic expression change drastically.

Xiu xiu xiu!

The armor-piercing steel bullets shot into the blood cloud on his body surface; the first to the seventh were dissolved by the blood cloud, and the eighth to the twenty-second broke through the top-grade magic tool Blood Crystal Shield on his body surface, which had never been triggered in previous battles.

The twenty-second to the twenty-sixth shot through his body without obstruction; his shoulders, abdomen, and thighs were forcibly broken, turning into blood mist and bone fragments that scattered.

The remaining twenty-four were all dodged by his maneuvering.

"What kind of magic tool is this?!!"

The black-robed person was incredulous; his frantic killing intent and anger were forcibly extinguished by the fear of death, and he no longer dared to fly in the sky brazenly, hurriedly rushing toward the ground with the remaining half of his body wrapped in blood-colored spiritual light.

"Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape!"

His figure split into five, and each of the five figures split into six more, for a total of thirty lifelike blood-shadow clones with identical auras fleeing in all directions.

The speed of each clone far exceeded that of an ordinary peak Qi Condensation cultivator, almost reaching the Foundation Establishment level in a short time.

Using the same spell, he performed it more than three times stronger than the withered old man who was also at the peak of Qi Condensation?

This kind of spell already had a high chance of escaping from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, worthy of the reputation of a direct descendant of the Blood-Refining Yu clan of the Blood Slaughter Hall.

"Farewell."

Jiang Ding had already pulled the trigger before this.

Bang bang bang...

Just as the Five Ghosts Blood Shadows dispersed, a large barrage of bullets covered them, and they collapsed one by one; the lower half of one blood shadow exploded completely, with flesh and bone splashing everywhere.

Immortal Sect cultivators love human-wave tactics the most!

"This is impossible..."

The half-corpse, with only its head and chest remaining, stared with unwilling eyes that refused to close for a long time.

As one of the few direct descendants of the Blood-Refining Yu clan of this generation, with Foundation Establishment guaranteed and a glimmer of hope for a Golden Core, why should he die like a wild dog in this obscure corner of the mortal world?

Why, why must he die without even knowing where the enemy is?

Great hatred!

Gradually, as the blood flowed away, the wide-open eyes lost their luster.

Pada!

Jiang Ding replaced the ammunition belt, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle flame danced, and shell casings were ejected.

Bang!

The black-robed person's lifeless head exploded, and then his arms, torso, thighs, and any other intact parts all turned into a pile of fragments and blood foam.

It wasn't that he had a hobby of desecrating corpses; cultivators, especially those of the demonic and blood paths, always had strangely high vitality, so hitting them until they were as shattered as possible was a valuable lesson taught by teachers in class.

In the aiming scope and the drone, two storage bags could be seen flying away, one black and one white, falling into the crevices of the stones.

Besides these, there was also the withered old man's storage bag, which was buried in a shallow pit not far away created by the heavy machine gun, and it must contain many high-value items inside.

"No rush."

Jiang Ding just glanced at the two locations, opened the microcomputer document, fired one shot at a time, and continued to deduce the formation nodes of the Blood Prison Ghost Killing Formation.

A cultivator's battle trophies are not so easy to take.

Before mastering the relevant defensive and transcendence spells, it is best to use a drone to hook the storage bags, put them into special isolated jade boxes, explain the situation, and send them anonymously to an appraisal company for a one-stop service of appraisal, wearing down spiritual imprints, and screening for tracking traps.

The price is a bit expensive; regardless of the value, they charge 10% of the battle trophies.

More than twenty minutes later.

Jiang Ding closed the microcomputer document, fired more than twenty shots at the two locations dozens of meters away, and blasted two deep pits into the ground.

Kacha!

A cracking sound came from somewhere unknown; the Blood Prison Ghost Killing Formation suddenly erupted with a large number of blood-colored threads, shooting out deep pits all around, and then completely collapsed.

"It should be fine now."

Jiang Ding didn't even look at the blood-colored, spiritual-light-flashing blade-embryo in the blood pool that looked extraordinary at first glance; he performed the Small Breath-Concealment Technique, ran quickly to the mountainside to catch three small birds, and rushed into the Patriarch Hall again.

"Jiji!"

The three small birds were thrown one by one onto the meters-high and wide Taiqing Divine Iron ore; two of them had their Qi and blood meridians partially blocked by internal power, so they could only helplessly flap their wings but could not move a step.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, there was nothing unusual, and the three small birds were jumping around energetically.

"Thank you, smart and cute little birds!"

Jiang Ding could no longer hold back, laughed several times, untied the two small birds, and touched the Taiqing Divine Iron ore for real; the touch was ice-cold.

He didn't know if it was psychological, but he felt his spiritual sense become clearer, and his thinking speed became faster.

Taiqing Divine Iron!

A supreme treasure of the soul path that can forge a supreme immortal foundation for a cultivator; the Great Dao is within reach!

Placing it in any cultivation world would trigger a bloody battle involving Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators, fighting to the death!

"Several tons in weight; it should be liftable."

Jiang Ding fiddled with it for a moment, supported the bottom of the Taiqing Divine Iron ore with both palms, adjusted the angle, and input internal power gradually, following the internal power structure of the Arm Sword Style to maximize the strength of both arms.

"……Rise!"

Jiang Ding shouted in a low voice; the meters-high and wide ore shook for a while, and then it was actually forcibly lifted up. After standing steady for a moment, both the person and the stone disappeared.

The supreme treasure is in hand.

He could no longer care about those three storage bags; if someone else picked them up, it would be their own fortune. Consider it a joyous occasion today, a gift of money for everyone to be happy about.

(End of chapter)