Chapter 255

More than a hundred kilometers away.

Not in the direction of the Seven Feathers Sect, he chose a direction at random.

Jiang Ding tried his best to restrain his aura, moving away from Jin Dao Mountain at the speed of Foundation Establishment perfection; this was the state where his concealment ability was maximized, coupled with the sword intent's ability to restrain and condense aura.

He was confident that even an ordinary late-stage Jin Dan cultivator could not discover him if they entered within a ten-kilometer spiritual sense range.

And the destructive sword intent would definitely be able to discover the other party's existence one step ahead.

"Although this is the case, there has never been anything certain in the cultivation world; opportunities, coincidences, etc., can all change things."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his spiritual sense constantly connected to the aerospace fighter core, ready to be summoned from the half-spatial layer at any time.

However, even so, he didn't have much confidence in being able to kill the Blood-Refining Old Ancestor Mu Tianxue.

In the Nine Heavens Ruins, a mere Qi Condensation avatar made him feel surprised at this woman's escape ability; I'm afraid even a peak Jin Dan cultivator might not necessarily be able to kill her.

"Better to focus on saving my life."

Jiang Ding held his breath, paused, strengthened his concealment again, and silently watched the distance with his peripheral vision.

A shrill blood light flew from the distance, the blood cloud rolling for several kilometers, soaking all space.

Then, it drifted past more than ten kilometers away from him.

Again and again, the late-stage Jin Dan cultivator's escape speed was terrifying, constantly searching within hundreds of kilometers; counting this time, Jiang Ding had encountered her three times, and the closest time her blood cloud appeared eight kilometers away.

A moment later, the blood cloud found nothing and moved away from here.

In several hours, it didn't appear again.

Maybe she had given up, maybe she was concealing her form in ambush.

Jiang Ding's expression didn't change; he resumed the speed of Foundation Establishment perfection, flew out slowly, spent several days flying thousands of kilometers, and no other accidents occurred.

He took a big circle.

Returning to Dongling Prefecture, the mountain forest where he first descended into this world.

He activated the Tier 3 top-grade Heaven-Disrupting Talisman that cost a lot of money and cast it out.

A simple and heavy talisman flew out, turning into a transparent, chaotic light group, carrying a chaotic and disorderly taste; the invisible light shone on an area of tens of kilometers, like a big hammer, smashing the nearby causality and heavenly secrets into pieces, making it a mess.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator specializing in heavenly secrets could not untie it.

If it goes on for hundreds of years, with wind and rain, and the passage of time, even a Soul Transformation cultivator proficient in heavenly secrets would be helpless.

"The limit of what I can do at the moment is this."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

After dealing with all matters, he took another big circle, spent several days, and returned to the Seven Feathers Sect from a completely different direction.

Jin Ling Mountain.

Jiang Ding waved his hand to release twenty-one storage bags, his spiritual sense and sword intent surged into them; amidst the destructive light, some spiritual sense restriction traps were instantly shattered and dissipated.

"Foundation Establishment cultivators are so poor..."

Spirit stones, magic tools, talismans, zombie ghosts, all kinds of messy things; even with the highest valuation, the combined wealth of twenty-one Foundation Establishment cultivators was only six or seven hundred thousand.

And there were no Tier 3 mineral materials; these things would only be possessed by Jin Dan seeds.

On average, a few tens of thousands of spirit stones per Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Not enough for the appearance fee of a Dao Child."

"Not to mention my million-spirit-stone talisman, a huge loss... No wonder many Jin Dan cultivators are not interested in robbing Foundation Establishment cultivators; I thought high-level cultivators held onto their dignity."

"The real reason is probably that they don't need these low-level things at all."

Jiang Ding shook his head and sighed, put these things down, took out a jade box, and opened it.

A head with eyes wide open in anger.

It was exactly the Foundation Establishment perfection cultivator of the Blood-Refining Hall on Jin Dao Mountain.

Jiang Ding pointed casually, unlocking the seal on the head.

A moment later, the head's frozen eyes moved, and regained their spirit.

Lacking the seal and the body, the soul aura dropped rapidly, and it could only live for at most dozens of breaths.

The so-called possession, soul leaving the body, and other supernatural powers have nothing to do with a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

His gaze finally turned to a young man in green, revealing fear; his memory seemed to remain at the moment he was slashed by a sword.

"Release your soul, let me search it, how about it?"

"The reward is, I won't destroy the integrity of your soul; if there is really reincarnation in the dark, you can be reincarnated normally."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

If it weren't for this thing, he would already be in the Immortal Sect now.

He would not bring any intelligent creature back, whether it was a spirit pet or an artifact spirit.

"Thief!"

"The Old Ancestor won't let you go; I will never forget this hatred for generations to come..."

A thick look of resentment appeared in the head, and the soul roared incessantly.

"Then forget it; it doesn't matter if the effect is worse."

Jiang Ding had already activated the Tier 3 Soul-Searching Talisman and patted it on his head casually.

"Ah!!"

A shrill scream came; in severe pain, the soul twisted and deformed, and even the cheeks that had already died were affected, twitching incessantly.

Bang!

After a dozen breaths, the head exploded and was annihilated by a dense sword Qi.

A pure black talisman remained in place, with wisps of deep blue light flashing from time to time.

Jiang Ding picked it up.

Instantly, scenes with incomplete pictures came from it.

From the birth in infancy, soaked in a blood pool refined from the essence blood of a thousand spiritual-rooted children, to the youth period selected as a Blood-Refining Child candidate, participating in the struggle for the Yu clan's Blood-Refining Child, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of mortals and cultivators to refine the Blood-Refining Divine Knife embryo...

Inadvertently learning the fate of the past generations of Foundation Establishment-stage Blood-Refining Children, swallowed and chewed by that Blood-Refining Divine Knife, the blood light became a little brighter...

Then, spending a lot of effort to withdraw from the Blood-Refining Child struggle, luckily surviving, becoming the Hall Master of the family's Shadowless Hall, specializing in intelligence espionage, assassination...

The life experience of the Blood-Refining Yu clan Foundation Establishment for more than two hundred years flowed slowly before his eyes; after special processing, it was like a movie, and did not cause any impact on him.

"The Demon Sect is also ruthless to its own family."

Jiang Ding clicked his tongue secretly.

He had roughly looked through these, turned to the memory of this person fifteen years ago, from the time he stepped on the land of Yue, and watched carefully, not letting go of a single detail.

Until, he arrived at Jin Dao Mountain, his face showing surprise, and he took dozens of strange-shaped silver-white bullets from the ground.

"Just right, no need to find someone else."

Jiang Ding was happy, searched the old man's storage bag for a while, and a pitch-black wooden box appeared in his hand, lined with red cloth, with dozens of silver-white bullets placed on it.

"Thirty-one, thirty-three, gone."

"Counting the three I picked up, thirty-six, still missing one."

Spiritual sense scanned, Jiang Ding was expressionless, and continued to read the old man's memory.

In one scene,

He respectfully offered a silver-white bullet with a faint armor-piercing attribute, which was taken by spiritual sense and fell into a tender white palm.

"Mu Tianxue, huh."

"Mu Tianxue... you really want to die."

Jiang Ding put down the Soul-Searching Talisman and said lightly.

(End of chapter)