Chapter 823: Sword Sword Sword Sword Sword… Child?

One sword slash, and the heads of the six great Jin Chi Wang Zu demon lords flew into the air, severed clean in two.

The demon race's vaunted Jin Chong Guang Imperishable Body, impervious to ten thousand tribulations, was no different from paper-mâché beneath that sword.

"This is…"

"This is Sword-Refining into Silk, Sword-Refining into Silk!"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun forgot everything, staring fixedly at that willow-catkin-soft sword-light, finally certain, shouting without pause, like a believer who had arrived at the hall of the supreme sacred, with an almost irresistible urge to bow in worship.

"Then this is no longer strange."

Even death was not permitted!

"What Mo Gong is this?"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was terrified beyond measure.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun said, righteous indignation filling his breast.

"If you, Dao Friend, would only wait a little longer, my cave-dwelling still holds several times this amount of magic treasures, spirit stones, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures—I can deliver them all at once. Many thanks for your great kindness and virtue."

"Even sword-intent cannot stop it."

"One hundred and seventy-five years ago, your sect's Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, because of a Blazing Sun Spirit Copper trap, attacked me without cause or reason, giving me a fright."

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun had long since secretly sent out a talisman for rescue. Now he forced a smile onto his face, presented a storage pouch with both hands, and said: "Dao Friend saved me—what a great kindness this is. A mere small gift, not enough to show my respect."

He stretched out his hand, gently placed it on Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's forehead, and divine sense and sword-intent poured in, abruptly invading the sea of consciousness, searching for everything he needed.

Jiang Ding sighed.

At that time, that person, entering the Luoxu Sect Secret Realm, was not necessarily a Nascent Soul Tiangui Tiangui Laoguai's avatar.

But there were differences too.

"Many years ago, he vanished."

At this thought, many things immediately began to surface, unstoppable.

The Sword Dao Sacred Realm of Sword-Refining into Silk.

"Not many things, just two."

One hundred and eight thousand Dao Soldiers, all of them sword cultivators' Dao Soldiers.

At this thought, his heart immediately grew both fervent and fearful.

Couldn't say all of them.

Immediately after, many things surfaced one after another.

No matter how strong one's strength, one cannot stop a cultivator from self-destructing!

Very cowardly.

"How will you compensate for all this?"

"You dog-bastard, remember this!"

This person could slay him along with his Nascent Soul in a single sword strike—no need for anything extra.

The Great Sun Qingse Jianzong has the protection of a Soul Transformation-grade sword formation, left behind by the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Child before his disappearance. This is the reason the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong has some confidence in withstanding the assault of the Western Desert Ten Thousand Demon Valley's demon horde.

Jiang Ding collected the corpses of the six great demon lords, came before Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, smiled slightly, his manner cordial and gentle, like a sunny youth next door.

"I have here a little account—can you help me settle it?"

"Forget it, I'll go take it myself."

"As for compensation, Dao Friend—how about I devote my entire fortune to making restitution?"

"I have already sent word to my sect—you won't die a good death…"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun muttered to himself.

Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, from the moment he appeared in the Northern Plains, no one could ever meet him face to face; those who did see him—Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others—all died.

Hundreds of years ago, he had nearly been wounded by himself together with Liu Dao Sect's Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Divine Crow Master Dinghai Zhenjun; hundreds of years later, facing him, surviving at all was the greatest of fortunes.

Within his dantian, within his divine soul, his Gong Fa automatically circulated, preventing his self-detonation, not permitting it.

Sword-Refining into Silk!

Tushan's Maid Retinue.

Efficiency, extremely high—he would soon find it.

Sect techniques, sword arts, secret arts, inheritances—these should have had strict prohibitions, considered foolproof, so that even he himself could not leak them if he wished.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's body trembled.

The Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's Sect Master, Zhenjun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, many years ago had been the previous generation Great Sun Sword Child's Dao Soldier, casually sealed away by him to hold down the sect, and had lived until now.

"Found it…"

He saw his own divine soul, like pages of a book, being flipped through little by little. The divine soul not only did not resist, but actively cooperated, gathering the key points and displaying them faster before the newcomer.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's eyes went blood-red; in an instant all reverence and humility vanished, and he immediately detonated his Nascent Soul, roaring: "You dog-bastard, you and my sect are locked in a war to the death—the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong will avenge me!"

"Dao Friend, naturally you may."

Judging from intelligence gathered from all sides, he was not bloodthirsty either; indiscriminate chaos could not be said of him—one could say he killed with measure.

His posture was very humble.

"You want to search my soul?!"

"Sword, Sword Sword Sword Sword Sword… Child?"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's voice cut off abruptly.

The air was utterly silent.

In many places, it really was very similar.

This one was completely different from before—two extremes.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun dared not curse any longer, and said cautiously: "You wish to find the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Child, to beat him to death? This sect truly doesn't have him—otherwise we wouldn't have been holed up in the Northern Plains for so many years."

Void Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled.

He had to accept it!

At this moment, Jiang Ding's expression paused.

Coward.

The person before him paid him no heed, continuing to rummage through the contents of his divine soul, ignoring the Gong Fa materials, mainly collecting intelligence on the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, especially formations, inheritances, and the like.

No, it wasn't that they didn't exist.

Void Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's lips went pale, trembling as he ventured a question.

He looked extremely young.

"S-Sword Son…"

"Both Burning Bone and Yin Jiu were killed by you?"

Able to casually perform soul-searching on himself, the Gong Fa actively cooperating.

The fervor was that once a Great Sun Sword Son was born, he would soon be invincible in the world.

At least a majority of the possibilities were already confirmed.

Because this was the gaze of an Emperor.

"Y-you-you…"

What realm of the Sword Dao was this?

These six Jin Chi Wang Zu demon lords being able to die beneath this single sword was simply the blessing they had cultivated across eight lifetimes, a destined fate they could only endure, unable to evade.

The fear was that, just like the Great Sun Sword Son's strength, his ability to invite disaster was equally terrifying; perhaps one day a higher-realm cultivator would descend from the heavens and instantly annihilate the entire Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

"This thief has ruined the foundation of my Qingse Jianzong, using sword-intent seeds to forge swords — his crimes deserve ten thousand deaths!"

Jiang Ding didn't even look at the storage bag presented, saying lightly: "Two hundred and seven years ago, outside the Falling Luo Xu Zong's Secret Realm, you, along with Liu Dao Sect's Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun, jointly ambushed me, putting me in a life-and-death crisis and causing extremely severe damage to my Dao path."

At this moment, the sanity of a thousand years of cultivation asked Void Fang such a question.

Void Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun replied with an obsequious smile.

"What kind of Mo Gong could achieve such a thing?"

"Well killed!"

"How dare you! Don't even think about it!"

Void Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was stunned.

Jiang Ding looked at him calmly.

At this moment, these restrictions seemed as if they didn't exist at all.

They were operating, becoming accomplices, helping the visitor achieve his desired purpose.

Only thus could one be called the Northern Plains' number one powerhouse.

"Not surprising."

"Void Fang,"

No answer.

One must know that Zhenjun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun had only just barely crossed the threshold of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, walked a certain distance, and was still far from reaching the peak.

A question arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

Could the previous generation Great Sun Sword Son's formations identify the aura of the sect's mortal enemy, the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's "Wan Hua Ci Yuan Scripture"?

(End of this chapter)

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