Chapter 242: Driving Aerospace Fighter

After a long time,

The blue-gold tree stabilized, swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun within a radius of ten thousand meters, restoring its slightly dim trunk.

"Initially merged."

Jiang Ding's face was pale, and he withdrew his magic power and spiritual sense.

Tier 4 Magnetic Fusion Crystal Core.

This kind of Nascent Soul-tier material was too terrifying. Even after semi-processing, a tiny wisp of a drop almost crushed his spiritual sense.

If it hadn't been processed, if this drop had fallen directly, nine out of ten Foundation Establishment cultivators would have been suppressed, their bodies and shields shattered and died.

"However, the effect is also really good."

Jiang Ding's brows relaxed. A leaf drifted down from the tree, and he looked at it carefully.

The leaf was deep blue, with a metallic luster. The outer layer was a circle of faint golden Gang Qi, originating from the quenching of Rongjin Fruit Sword-Quenching Liquid over several years, capable of breaking through the shields of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The leaf veins, originally also pure blue metallic luster, now had some gray patterns, extremely tiny, appearing and disappearing. Even if scanned with spiritual sense, it was difficult to detect.

"Added a bit of electromagnetic affinity."

Jiang Ding confirmed.

He let go of his finger.

The leaf drifted, and without any spiritual sense or magic power, it suddenly began to rotate. In the heaven and earth magnetic field, force acted on it.

Rotating, faster and faster, it passed through a bluestone, and the fracture was smooth and flat.

The bluestone flew over and landed before his eyes.

"Not counting the sharpness and Gang Qi brought by the leaf itself, this magnetic field force is equivalent to a full-strength strike of an Internal Qi Realm martial artist."

Jiang Ding was shocked.

This was just a tiny wisp of the Magnetic Fusion Crystal Core, and it was distributed throughout the entire blue-gold tree. A single leaf could get very, very little.

Yet it had such an effect.

A drop of Magnetic Fusion Crystal Core had at least ten thousand wisps!

"As expected of a treasure that many Nascent Souls crave, the heart-blood magic treasure of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace direct disciple!"

Jiang Ding was overjoyed.

He wanted to smelt another small half-wisp, but his entire body's magic power and spiritual sense were severely damaged, and he had no energy left.

"Counting the cultivation time, one can only smelt one wisp a day at most, ten thousand wisps..."

He was shocked.

"It will take twenty-seven years!"

"This is too terrifying. A cultivation process is almost the first half of a mortal's life. This is a Tier 4 Nascent Soul-level material."

Jiang Ding sighed with emotion.

"However, when it is smelted to one thousand wisps, it should also be able to undergo the first qualitative change, barely enough."

"It will probably take three years."

He shook his head,

Jiang Ding somewhat understood why many cultivators would spend decades in closed-door cultivation; there were really too many things to do, and they were busy.

He closed his eyes, restored his damaged spiritual sense and magic power, and fell into a state of cultivation.

The blue-gold tree trembled from time to time, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun within a radius of ten miles, forming a deep blue sun phantom in the shade.

Wisps of light fell on the youth in green, keeping him in a state of high-speed cultivation at all times.

Without knowing it, several days passed.

Jingle, jingle!

The deep blue branches of the Taiqing Flying Sword swayed in the wind, colliding with each other, making a crisp and pleasant wind chime sound.

"Aerospace combat system class, class time."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and turned into a gray-blue streak of light, flying toward the distance. Compared with the previous pale blue streak of light, there were some changes now; the streak of light flashed and flashed, from time to time interfering violently with the surrounding electromagnetic waves, and the resistance increased.

"Small Magnetic Light Flight Technique"!

Within three months, this Tier 2 flight technique had already been introduced, and its speed was slower than the "Magnetic Suspension Flight Technique" that had reached the Great Accomplishment, but he insisted on using it whenever he had time.

Another Tier 2 top-grade "Electromagnetic Light Wave Invisibility and Hiding Technique" he chose was still being pondered and had not yet been introduced.

The gray-blue streak of light swept across the mountains and fields, but did not fly toward the classroom direction, but suddenly pulled up the angle and flew straight toward the sky.

He flew until three or four thousand meters high, and only stopped when he could vaguely see the edge of the Qingfeng University floating island.

Streaks of light of various colors flew over from all directions.

The aerospace combat system class was divided into two parts: theory and practical operation.

"Little Cultivator Jiang Ding, where are you going!"

Whoosh!

A streak of starlight flew over from afar, landing beside Jiang Ding, silver hair fluttering, her small face exquisite and cute, full of excitement.

She did not hide her Foundation Establishment pressure at all.

Attempting to flatten the Dari Sword Child before her, proving herself once again.

"Quickly submit to the hands of the great Foundation Establishment mighty one!"

Jin Lingfeng was full of ambition and pride.

"Little Qi Condensation cultivator, if you apologize now, I will forgive you for cutting me into pieces during the college entrance examination."

"You came out of closed-door cultivation?"

Jiang Ding smiled.

"Congratulations, Foundation Establishment mighty one Student Jin Lingfeng."

"Don't change the subject."

Jin Lingfeng's forty-nine seven-colored feathers rang out behind her, dissatisfied: "If you don't apologize, I will force you with Foundation Establishment pressure every day. Tell me, do you feel it's hard to breathe now?"

"I can slightly reduce the pressure."

Foundation Establishment pressure?

The surrounding students looked at her with pitiful eyes.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword was annoyed by the pressure, let out a soft hum, and a faint sword intent permeated.

The forty-nine seven-colored feathers that were ringing out stopped.

After a moment, they retracted their spiritual light, hid behind Jin Lingfeng, and carefully retracted every one of their feathers, not letting them be exposed.

Same cultivation base,

Same Jing-grade magic power.

The difference that existed during the college entrance examination had been completely wiped out.

"You also established your foundation?"

Jin Lingfeng's expression changed.

"Just a little faster by half a year."

Jiang Ding said reservedly.

"So that's how it is."

Jin Lingfeng instantly retracted her forty-nine seven-colored feathers, and the pressure dissipated completely.

She looked left and right.

Looking like nothing had happened.

Looking as if nothing had happened.

Dong!

The class bell rang.

In a corner of the sky, an old man appeared at some unknown time.

There was a sword scar on his face, from the left eyeball to the right jaw, deep to the bone, and his left eyeball had been replaced with a magic treasure with metallic luster, with dense battlefield evil aura remaining on his body.

"Hello, Teacher Professor Yu Chi."

"Greetings, Zhenjun Luling!"

Everyone bowed.

"Hello, students."

Zhenjun Luling's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "The content of today's study is still the driving of aerospace fighters."

"There is no shortcut, it is just learning more, practicing more, improving your formation level, magic power strength, spiritual sense strength, and enhancing your control over the various attack, maneuver, and defense formations of the fighter."

His sleeve waved.

Aerospace fighters with pure black paint appeared in the sky, arranged neatly.

Jiao-645!

Length 27.475 meters, wingspan about 18.248 meters, height 6.257 meters. Seven 4.241-meter-long Hunter-76 missiles were clearly visible in the belly bomb bay of the fighter.

"Begin."

"Yes!"

Jiang Ding and the others responded in unison, each communicating with an aerospace fighter with their spiritual sense, obtaining its authorization, and turning into streaks of light flying into the slowly opening cockpit.

The cabin door closed.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes. There were no dazzling buttons or lights in the cockpit, just lines of vaguely visible runes flickering, with a pale black style throughout.

In front was a formation core hub the size of a Rubik's cube.

Magic power and spiritual sense surged into it.

Jiang Ding felt that he had entered an incomparably vast world: quasi-Tier 3 flight formation, quasi-Tier 3 Star Dou Killing Yin Formation, quasi-Tier 3 spiritual child radar electromagnetic interaction formation...

Lines of quasi-Tier 3 formation runes intertwined, you have me and I have you, complex and orderly. If one did not go through systematic learning, it would be enough to make a Jin Dan cultivator dizzy.

A vast formation world.

"Star Sea-k54 spiritual child engine activated."

"Quasi-Tier 3 spiritual child radar electromagnetic interaction formation activated."

Jiang Ding connected to the formation familiarly.

In an instant, his vision blurred, following the electromagnetic waves produced by the quasi-Tier 3 spiritual child radar interaction formation to spread outward, instantly covering an area of one hundred kilometers.

In the sky, on the ground, the appearance of every cloud and every hill clearly appeared in his soul, in minute detail.

Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator hid their figure, they could not escape the search, capture, and tracking of the spiritual child radar waves.

A pure black fighter was in a corner of the sky, with streaks of air visible to the naked eye spraying from its tail.

"Start."

Jiang Ding touched the formation switch with his spiritual sense.

Whoosh!

A push-back feeling came, and the aerospace fighter drew a white mark across the sky, disappearing at the edge of the sky at a speed exceeding that of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

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