Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 311 Broken Soul Lamp

In the luxurious carriage, Pu Yuanhao was in the gesture of pinching his hands, and a stream of water-attribute spiritual power suddenly circled, maintaining the Taoist weapon to fly at an extraordinary speed.

The monks outside hardly know that this windmill is the magic weapon of his life that he has cultivated for nearly 200 years.

Because he chose a functional natal path, his attack and defense methods are relatively weak.

But what was lost in the east and the harvested mulberry elm, it was because of this treasure that he was able to escape several times.

"Ten thousand feet?"

Chen Ping's voice came into the auricle, which made Pu Yuanhao's heart move.

He can be sure that that guy's realm is at the early stage of Yuan Dan, and even if he has practiced a precious soul secret method, the limit of his spiritual consciousness will never exceed sixty miles.

It should be safer to keep this distance.

But when he thought about it again, just now this son's sword shattered the terrifying supernatural power of the stone cauldron, and he felt horrified again.

He has never come into direct contact with a sword repairer at the Yuan Dan level, so who knows what unimaginable attacks he can unleash.

Therefore, Pu Yuanhao not only didn't stop, but forced out a drop of blood, ready to command the windmill with all his strength, and escaped from the Bazhu sea area first.

If this person sincerely intends to cooperate with him, he can come to Gujiao Island, where the Pu family resides, to discuss important matters.

Seeing Pu Yuanhao's cautious attitude regarding him as a scourge, Chen Ping didn't show any displeasure, just smiled lightly, and continued to send a short voice transmission.

This time, Pu Yuanhao's face in the carriage froze suddenly, his face seemed to be covered with frost, and he unconsciously forced the blood in his palm back to his dantian.

"Chen Daoyou, please keep a distance of [-] feet, if you step an inch more, Pu will turn around and leave."

The vibration of the windmill's wings gradually slowed down, Pu Yuanhao opened the curtain of the pearl car, poked his head out and said coldly.

Chen Ping expected that he would give in, so he immediately withdrew the movement cycle of the shadow step, and his body floated in the air peacefully.

Pu Yuanhao watched his sincerity, his expression slightly relaxed, he raised his hand to control the windmill, and stopped flying.

"Fellow Daoist, I didn't lie to you, the boy from the Deng family is alive and well!"

Clamping Deng Chenhuan in front of him, Chen Ping exerted a little force, and with a crisp "click", he twisted his arm.

Such severe pain caused Deng Chenhuan to wake up from the coma for a short time, his eyes were filled with confusion and fear, but before he could recover, he was stunned again by a powerful spirit.

Pu Yuanhao, who was thousands of miles away, felt a chill in his heart, thinking that Chen Ping of Haichang Island was really a ruthless master.

Earlier, this person threatened him through sound transmission. If he continued to escape, Deng Chenhuan would return to Kongming Island intact in a few days.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Deng Chenhuan's parents are half-step Yuandan monks. As the powerful elders of Kongming Island, they have a great influence on the family's decision-making.

What's more, even though Deng Chenhuan is not the most favored descendant of the No.1 Deng Fengchen in the Deng family, Deng Shunqi only has this nephew.

If there is no proof of death, everything is fine.

Once Boy Deng returned to the family and reported his actions of refusing to save him, or even intentionally murdering him, even if he could keep his head down and keep the inheritance, he would definitely suffer a lot of trauma.

If several million resources were to be compensated at once, what kind of capital should the Pu family use to train the third generation of Yuandan monks?
"Chen Daoyou dared to kill the core members of the Deng family, do you have any support?"

Putting his beard between his fingers, Pu Yuanhao said solemnly: "My old man admits, fellow daoist, your strength is comparable to that of the veteran Yuandan Middle Stage, but you are still not enough to look at in front of the Deng family."

"Gui Island is far away in other sea areas, maybe I don't understand how terrifying Deng Fengcheng's strength is."

"Tell me a recent example. Twenty years ago, Deng Fengcheng was ambushed by his enemies in the waters of Shuangcheng. Three Yuandans were besieged in the mid-term, and there was even a sword cultivator hidden among them. What do you think will happen in the end?"

"Deng Fengcheng killed the two of them back and left, but Jianxiu survived by chance. No matter how confident you are, you dare not boast that you are safe and sound under the hands of the three Yuandans, right?"

After listening to him finish speaking, Chen Ping's expression didn't fluctuate, he just raised his eyebrows and said: "Who is the enemy of Kongming Island?"

To be able to mobilize three Yuandans to ambush Deng Fengcheng in one go, the enemy of the Deng family must be very powerful.

He did have a little intention of contacting him, but Pu Yuanhao's next words completely ruined his plan.

"Fei Crow Ridge, the top ten evil cultivators in the Shuangcheng sea area, the overall strength is still higher than that of the Deng family."

Pu Yuanhao showed sarcasm on his face, and said leisurely: "Hey, it's no worse than our small fights in the Inner Sea. Evil cultivators are rampant in the waters of Shuangcheng, often massacring cities and destroying islands. Even the disciples of Lan Yuezong, they are not without Killed a few."

"If Fellow Daoist Chen conspires with Red Crow Ridge, it's better to prepare for the cunning rabbit's death and the lackey's cooking."

"Hey, Chen, an elder from a decent family, doesn't care to cooperate with evil cultivators."

Chen Ping laughed a few times, squinted his eyes and looked at Pu Yuanhao for a few times, and then said lightly: "The ally is close at hand, why does Chen bother to seek far away?"

"Fellow Daoist is joking, isn't the ally of my Pu family the Deng family of Kongming Island?"

Pu Yuanhao laughed, rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't Chen Daoyou answer the old man's previous doubts first? If you Haichang Island can solve Deng Fengcheng by yourself, the Pu family may consider Daoyou's request for an alliance."

"Oh?"

Chen Ping's eyes flickered, and he said teasingly: "Fellow Daoists really want to see it, so Chen is naturally obliged to do so."

"Chen Daoyou said more and more mysterious."

Pu Yuanhao's heart trembled for no reason, and he secretly increased his guard against Chen Ping, and secretly injected the drop of blood in his dantian into the windmill.

But it was obviously too late at this moment, in just the second breath, a vast spiritual consciousness came oppressing from all directions, the spirit villain in Pu Yuanhao's consciousness sea was like a candle under the shady curtain, the flame was faltering and flickering.

Just when his consciousness was about to stagnate, a colorful and exquisite bell automatically emerged from his chest, and suddenly a burst of melodious notes resounded while shaking violently, and after a flash of brilliance, Pu Yuanhao regained his clarity.

"The ultimate spirit weapon for soul defense, the companion magic weapon of fellow Taoists, really impresses Chen."

Chen Ping smiled and said lightly.

The pure spiritual pressure just now is just a side dish before the meal, and the brewing of the main event will follow closely.

"You...your divine sense, why..."

Pu Yuanhao's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, and his whole body began to sweat, because he knew an astonishing secret.

Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness is actually stronger than Yuan Dan's late stage, which is definitely a secret technique of soul enhancement with an unimaginable level.

Such shocking hole cards are shown to him, which is enough to show that Chen Ping has long wanted to kill him.

Out of fear, Pu Yuanhao gritted his teeth suddenly, his ten fingers were like a wheel making a quick articulation, his consciousness turned into dozens of strands, and he manipulated the colorful bells to warn the surroundings. At the same time, the wings of the windmill "swoosh" With a jolt, with flowing light, he rushed straight into the clouds without looking back.

However, above the carriage, a huge seventy-foot-high coral phantom suddenly bloomed, noble and holy, high above the sky, making people feel inviolable at a glance.

Where the layers of brilliance passed, a gust of cold air from Mount Tai burst out, pressing down on Pu Yuanhao's position.

"Kick"

The five-colored bells that bear the brunt of the blow lost their spirituality in an instant, and they uttered mournful sounds, turning into fragments scattered all over the sky.

If it is a middle-grade or top-grade soul defense artifact, it may be able to compete with the Coral Method a little bit, but a mere top-grade spiritual weapon has no resistance at all, and it is directly smashed into the body.

After defeating the bell, the coral avatar appeared in Pu Yuanhao's sea of ​​consciousness without warning.

"Spirit attack!"

Pu Yuanhao was terrified, and the villain was holding up his hands, trying to block the car with his arms.

But the power of the coral seal is enough to make Chen Ping, a spellcaster, terrified, not to mention Pu Yuanhao whose spiritual consciousness is only six thousand feet.

Moments later, the coral magic disappeared, and Chen Ping turned pale, stepping on the sword lotus to chase towards the carriage.

The windmill is now without the support of mana, suspended in mid-air.

Opening the car door easily, Chen Ping saw Pu Yuanhao slumped on the futon in the carriage.

This person didn't have any scars on the outside, but his expression was stagnant, and his mouth was completely round. The dignified Yuan Dan cultivator couldn't even control his saliva, which flowed out from one corner of his mouth.

Pu Yuanhao's entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaken into nothingness by the Faxiang, and it was completely dead.

Chen Ping was expressionless, his arm swelled up a few feet strangely, turned into a black shadow and inserted five fingers into his dantian.

After retracting the five fingers, a blood hole as thick as the mouth of a bowl was pulled out, and the warm blood overflowed.

Chen Ping pursed his lips, searched for a jade bottle and put Pu Yuanhao's Yuan Dan in it.

Then, he groped around the corpse, and found two red storage rings in his palm.

"Fellow Daoists and I have no grievances or enmities, but it's a pity that he was guilty of carrying a treasure. One day, Chen died at the hands of a higher monk because of the treasure, so there is nothing to say."

Chen Ping shook his head slightly, closed Pu Yuanhao's eyes full of fear and unwillingness, lit a dry blue-purple flame, and then sank his body directly into the bottom of the sea.

The spiritual consciousness covered the windmill, and at the same time as the storage ring was lit, the object disappeared.

In the end, Chen Ping sucked in his left and right hands, mentioned Deng Chenhuan and Chen Wei, and disappeared at the end of the sky in a blink of an eye.

……

Tens of thousands of miles away, Gujiao Island.

Under an ancient tree more than a hundred feet high, a small three-story temple was built.

From the outside, the temple looks ordinary, not luxurious and magnificent at all.

But at a certain position in the canopy, the two foundation-building monks sitting upright seemed to be guarding something, focusing their attention on the temple intently, indicating that this place is actually an extremely important place.

In the west courtyard on the first floor of the temple, a handsome young monk was pulling the weeds on both sides of the road.

Gujiao Island is full of spiritual power, and if the grass seeds fall into the soil, they will sprout to the length of a foot in a few days.

Therefore, cleaning the weeds in the temple every other day is one of his tasks.

"Puqi, have you done today's inspection mission?"

At this time, a man in blue who was about his age walked into the courtyard, and he stretched his waist and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Chi, you're here."

Squeezing a little flame and burning the weeds in his hand to ashes, Pu Qi said flatteringly: "My little brother hasn't gone to see it yet. After cleaning, I will walk around immediately."

"Forget it, you are busy with your work."

The lazy man in blue seemed to realize his conscience, and said lightly: "I will do today's routine."

"That's too late bro."

Pu Qi cupped his fists and said respectfully.

When he looked up again, the man in blue had already left the yard.

Pu Qi curled his lips and muttered a few curses in his heart. Of course, he only dared to express his dissatisfaction in secret.

Although Puchi, the man in blue, is the same as him, he is also a direct descendant of the ninth floor of the Pu family's qi training on Gujiao Island.

But his own father is the elder of the family in the late foundation establishment period, and his status is more than a step higher than his distant uncle.

Fortunately, Puchi, who was on the same family mission as him, would not deliberately bully him except for being slack in his work.

"Well, there are still two years left before the end of the term."

Puqi shook his head and exhaled, with a look of regret on his face.

The small temple he was in was actually the family's soul temple.

All members of the direct descendants of the Pu family have to leave a soul card in the Temple of Cultivating Souls when they have just tapped out their souls.

On the first floor are the soul cards of the qi training clansmen, on the second floor are the elders who established the foundation, and on the third floor are the soul lamps of the two contemporary elders of the Pu family, Yuan Dan.

Pu Qi patrols the first to third floors several times a day without any change, and it only takes half an hour, and the rest of the time can be arranged freely.

No wonder he was so reluctant to give up such a relaxing task.

"Tsk tsk, Liao Yuezhai's ten-year old red tastes good."

Pu Chi leisurely patrolled the first floor, with a jug of fine wine hanging on his chest, taking a big sip from time to time.

His eyes swept across the hundreds of soul cards, and then he walked unsteadily to the second floor.

The Pu family has a big business, and there are more than 400 members of the Qi training clan in the direct line, and they die every year due to various reasons.

A while ago, he also reported to the family the news that the soul cards of the two brothers had broken.

But the state of the soul card on the second floor has been very stable.

Dad mentioned that it was 11 years ago that the elder of the family's Foundation Establishment fell.

These 30 yuan soul cards represent a total of thirty foundation-building monks, all of whom are the mainstay of Gujiao Island.

Near the center, Puchi saw his father's soul card, and unconsciously felt a strong sense of pride in his heart.

"One day, my soul card will be placed here alongside my father."

Pu Chi took a big sip of wine, and said with firm eyes.

After inspecting the second floor, Puchi turned his eyes and stepped towards the stairs on the third floor.

"Hey, since my Pu family established itself on Gujiao Island, it's not counted as a disaster. It seems that there are only three Supreme Elders who died unexpectedly."

Putting his feet back, Puchi was thinking about saving some energy, but after a second thought, the majestic faces of the two Supreme Elders appeared in his mind, he shivered involuntarily, and tiptoely took out a jade pendant from his bosom , lifted the restriction covering the third-floor stairway.

The space on this floor is extremely open, and on the unobstructed stand, there are only two exquisitely carved lamps.

"Snapped"

The sudden crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent attic, but upon closer inspection, it was the jade pendant in Puchi's hand that fell to the ground.

And he himself stood there blankly, his wide-eyed eyes twitching constantly, as if he had seen a terrifying scene.

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