Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 141 - 134 Taiqing Spirit Iron 3_1

The Blood Rainbow hung across the sky.

Such a phenomenon had not been seen in Yuejing for countless years, and those who had witnessed it had all died at least several hundred years ago, leaving no record in writing.

"Gods, immortals!"

"Ah!"

Many common folk, soldiers, and warriors thought a demon god had descended, and they paid their respects in worship.

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However, what greeted them was not a blessing.

Many displayed expressions of agony, their eyeballs suddenly bursting into threads of blood rushing into the sky, merging into that blood-colored demonic shadow, quieting down completely on the spot.

The speed of the Blood Rainbow was extremely fast, taking only a few minutes to traverse the several tens of kilometers between Yuejing and the Jindao School, entering within five kilometers of the Jindao School.

The violent intent for slaughter silenced even the birds and insects within several kilometers.

"True Demon Cultivators..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, allowing it to enter within four kilometers.

Within this distance, not a single living person remained, having been cleaned out once by him, then once again by the man in the black robe.

Bang!

The first shot was fired.

No need for adjustment, having stayed here for so long, everything within five kilometers had already been calibrated, ready for immediate battle.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

The Half Magic Tool heavy machine gun spat out tongues of flames, the gun body as solid as a mountain, shell casings flying, the smell of gunpowder intoxicating.

"You’re strong,"

"Three peers attacking together, fighting with all might, killing enemies as if slaughtering chickens, and that’s without your main battle dao embryo in hand, it’s indeed fitting to call you peerless amongst your equals."

Jiang Ding revealed a ferocious smile, "But, how dare you show yourself so brazenly before me!"

Dozens of heavy machine gun Magic Arts-Breaking Steel bullets, carrying his words, crossed the four-kilometer distance in an instant, enveloping the Blood Rainbow in a net-like coverage!

The killing intent of the man in the black robe changed dramatically.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Breaking Law Steel bullets struck the Blood Cloud around his body; the first seven dissolved in the Blood Cloud, while the eighth to the twenty-second broke through the Top-grade Magic Tool Blood Crystal Cover that had never been triggered in the previous battles.

From the twenty-second to the twenty-sixth bullets penetrated his body without hindrance, shattering his shoulder, abdomen, and thigh, blood mist and bone fragments scattering everywhere.

The remaining twenty-four were dodged with agile maneuvers.

"What kind of magic tool is this?!"

The man in the black robe couldn’t believe it; his frantic intent to kill and anger were abruptly quenched by the fear of death, no longer daring to fly arrogantly in the sky. Blood-colored Spiritual Light wrapped around what was left of his half-body as he hurriedly rushed toward the ground.

"Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape!"

His figure split into five, and each shadow further divided into six, creating a total of thirty blood clones, indistinguishable and uniform in aura, scattering in all directions.

The speed of each clone far surpassed that of ordinary Peak of Qi Practicing individuals, nearly reaching Foundation Building level in a short time.

Using the same magic, he exhibited a strength at least three times stronger than the withered old man at the Peak of Qi Practicing, didn’t he?

This magic granted a significant chance to escape from the hands of Foundation-building cultivators, worthy of the reputation of a direct descendent from the blood lineage of Hua Xue Yu’s Xuetu Hall.

"Farewell."

Jiang Ding had already pulled the trigger before this.

Bang, Bang, Bang...

Just as the Five Ghosts Blood Clones scattered, a volley of gunfire had already covered them, dispersing them one by one, one of the blood clones’ lower halves completely bursting apart, blood and bones scattering.

Xianmen cultivators, they favor massed combat above all!

"This is impossible..."

Only the head and the upper half of the torso remained of the decapitated corpse, whose eyes, filled with unwillingness, refused to close for a long time.

Why should a direct descendant of the Hua Xue Yu’s, with an assured Foundation Building and a glimmer of hope for the Golden Pill, die like a stray dog in this desolate and unnamed corner of the mundane world?

Why should he die without even knowing where his enemy was?

Great resentment!

Gradually, as the blood drained away, the glaring eyes lost their vitality.

Snap!

Jiang Ding replaced the magazine, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle flame danced, and the casings flew.

Bang!

The head of the man in black robes burst apart, then his arms, torso, thighs, and any other intact parts became a mess of blood and fragments on the ground.

It wasn’t that he had a fondness for desecrating corpses; Cultivators, especially those of Diabolism and the Blood Path, had extraordinarily tenacious life forces. The more shattered they were, the better. This was a valuable lesson taught by the teachers in the classroom.

Both the aiming device and the drones had seen two Storage Bags flying out, one black and one white, falling into the crevices between stones.

Besides, the Storage Bag of the withered old man was also buried in a shallow pit not far away, made by the heavy machine gun, sure to contain many valuables.

"No rush."

Jiang Ding just glanced at the two locations, then opened the document on the mini-computer, firing intermittently while continuing to deduce the Formation Nodes of the Reincarnation Ghost Killing Array.

The spoils of a Cultivator were not so easily claimed.

Unless one had mastered the relevant protective spells and Superly Dharma, it was best to use a drone to hook the Storage Bags and place them in a special isolation Jade Box, then anonymously send them to an appraisal company for identification, eradication of Divine Sense Brand, and clearing of any tracking and assassination traps—the full service package.

The price was somewhat high, charging ten percent of the spoils’ value, regardless of their worth.

Twenty minutes later.

Jiang Ding closed the document on the mini-computer and fired more than twenty shots at two spots tens of meters away, creating two deep pits in the ground.

Crack!

From somewhere came the sound of something breaking, and the Reincarnation Ghost Killing Array suddenly burst out with a mass of blood-colored threads, making deep pits all around and then completely collapsing.

"It should be safe now."

Jiang Ding didn’t even glance at the Blood Pool in the Ancestor Temple, which contained an extraordinary knife blank glowing with Blood Rainbow light, as he hurriedly used the Art of Small Concealment to rush to the middle of the mountain and catch three small birds. He then rushed back into the Ancestor Temple.

"Chirp chirp!"

The three small birds were thrown consecutively onto the Taiqing Spirit Iron mine several meters high and wide. Two of them had their energy channels and blood flow partially blocked by Inner Energy, leaving them flapping their wings helplessly, unable to move an inch.

After waiting a full ten minutes with no abnormalities occurring, all three birds were hopping about lively.

"Thank you, clever and adorable little birds!"

Jiang Ding couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. He freed the two restrained birds and touched the Taiqing Spirit Iron mine, feeling its icy surface.

He didn’t know if it was psychological, but he felt a coolness in his Sea of Consciousness, and his thoughts seemed to process faster.

Taiqing Spirit Iron!

A treasure for the Divine Soul, capable of forging a Supreme Immortal Base for cultivators, offering hope for a higher path!

In any Cultivation Realm, such a treasure could provoke a bloody war among Nascent Soul Huashen Cultivators that wouldn’t end until death!

"It weighs several tons, but I should be able to lift it."

Jiang Ding fiddled with it for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of the Taiqing Spirit Iron ore with both hands, adjusted the angle, and began to pour Inner Energy into it, following the structure of the Inner Energy of the "sword-arm" method, amplifying the strength of his arms to the maximum extent.

"...Lift!"

With a low shout from Jiang Ding, the massive ore trembled, and he then lifted it up with great effort, standing steady for a moment before he and the stone vanished into thin air.

With the treasure in his hands,

he could no longer care about the three Storage Bags. If someone else picked them up, it would count as their good fortune, a joyful wedding gift for today. Let everyone be happy and share in the joy.