Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 924 The way of fire is extraordinary, evil animals bite each other

Under normal circumstances, due to the fact that the camp formed by the supreme treasure is very loose, most of the members will not get together many times in their lifetime.

There is no need to go to great lengths to name it.

But Yuan Xinghai's camp is different, they have no one to rely on, and they hold each other tightly, almost forming a fixed force.

But Mo Shiying respected him and gave him a chance to show off. Chen Ping naturally favored the strong.

This person is an ethnic giant, an alien killer.

The name "Human Emperor" couldn't be more appropriate.

"With the mind of fellow Daoist Mo, you don't think I'm sarcastic, do you?"

With a mutter, Chen Ping closed the restraint and returned to the secret room.

……

Shortly after.

Chen Ping's sound transmission talisman traveled through the mountains and rivers of the secret realm, and flew into a simple and dark cave.

"Human Emperor Pavilion?"

After photographing the sound transmission talisman, Mo Shiying couldn't help frowning.

He already had the name of his preferred camp in his heart.

Inform Chen Ping, just to be polite.

I didn't expect this person to reply so quickly.

In fact, Mo Shiying didn't like Chen Ping's ancient prose at all.

"Smashing peace technique, fire clothes technique, Jiyuan sword... A monk who can take out the names of such supernatural powers, I ask him to teach him is really asking for trouble."

Mo Shiying laughed at himself, and quickly put aside such trivial matters.

Then, his expression froze, and he sat cross-legged.

In front of him, several items were quietly suspended.

A bronze lamp without a flame core, and three milky white Taihe bottles.

"Although this ancient lamp of the true method has lost its power, it is still a heavy weapon left by the predecessors."

"Growing troll aura is not a problem."

Mo Shiying swept the bronze lamp, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Slightly tap the three Taihe bottles with your fingers.

After a few sounds of "Zi La", countless blood streaks rolled on the surface of the Taihe bottle.

The fingers inserted into it went numb, and the entire palm was temporarily numb, and it appeared scorched black.

"The energy of the troll that I collected is well maintained!"

Instead of being surprised, Mo Shiying was overjoyed, the mana crystal in his body suddenly lifted, and a sea of ​​blood rushed into the bottle.

"If you want to hatch, you need to surrender to Mo!"

In the sea of ​​blood, there is a mighty prohibition, which envelops the Taihe bottle overwhelmingly in one fell swoop.

After a few days.

Mo Shiying's somewhat numb palm returned to normal.

The Taihe bottle in front of him has long since disappeared.

Instead, it was a palm-sized mass of violent energy intertwined with black and red.

"The quality of the troll's aura is already extremely high. After being nurtured by the ancient lamp of the true method, the monster born will become Mo's right-hand man!"

"Unfortunately, the power accumulated in the ancient lamp for tens of thousands of years is only enough to cultivate a troll clone."

Thinking to herself, Mo Shiying swung at the ancient lamp with one hand.

After the treasure was shaken, it appeared in his palm out of thin air.

Putting the black and red light ball into the gap in the wick of the ancient lamp, he began to mutter words.

After a while, the troll's aura fused into the blood technique turned into a beating flame heart.

Then, Mo Shiying flew missiles with ten fingers in both hands, and refined a batch of precious resources to join them.

"In ten thousand years, help the nine corpses of the ancient troll return to one!"

Mo Shiying's face showed a gloomy expression.

……

The east side of the secret.

Chen Ping, who came out to take a breath, practiced tirelessly again.

The Chaos Seed behind him has grown to a height of hundreds of feet.

The surrounding body is full of extremely pure chaotic breath.

The Chaos Seed is a talent, a fairy root.

The aptitude of other creatures is average, it is impossible to imitate Chen Ping and show it.

For more than ten years, one step and four sloughs.

After 78 years, it breaks through five sloughs, and the carrier is its own chaotic species.

This is where Chen Ping's confidence lies.

In just a few decades of comprehension, he has already surpassed Mo Shiying, the Lord of Fuxia Sword and others.

The grade of the load alone crushed the rest of the monks.

Moreover, he began to try to find the other side of the chaotic attribute.

Devouring everything is but a basic trait.

"The power of chaos can bless other magical powers, or we can start from this aspect!"

A bright light flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, and he separated a few soul strands without saying a word, and took the place of the main idea to comprehend.

Then, he inspected the evolved Chaos Realm.

The Chaos Realm is a realm.

On that day, Hang Qianmo used it to devour him.

But the supernatural powers in the chaos world are extremely difficult to advance.

The increase brought about by the change of rules is not too large.

Only by constantly refining all kinds of chaotic objects can the chaotic realm be rapidly expanded.

"The soul of the giant gluttonous treasure of the Immortal Inn is still in Mo Shiying's hands."

"I have to find a way to change it!"

Chen Ping, who respects his teachers, misses Tianyao again.

……

Next, Chen Ping formulated a detailed training plan.

He has only been a saint for hundreds of years.

In the short term, there is no hope of Nirvana.

Moreover, he intends to replace the main rule Breakthrough.

To wait for the chaotic attribute to slough off first.

"Space, dead energy, and soul are all facing huge bottlenecks."

"To understand swordsmanship, you must use gold beads... There are many people in this secret realm, and it is easy to be exposed."

Thinking about it, Chen Ping flipped his palm.

A colorful primordial flame floated in front of his chest and suddenly disintegrated.

The fused things such as Tianluo Tianmoyan, Wujian Lingyan, Sanluo Baohuo, and Vitality Xianhuo were separated.

"The top [-] fairy fires are hard to come by!"

"I can't be so ambitious, I can't eat anything without immortal fire."

"Anyway, the fire attribute of this seat has already sloughed off, and I can strip the spiritual fire in Yuanyan at any time."

"Let's replace it when I have a chance in the future!"

After thinking it through, Chen Ping had a thought.

Spiritual consciousness covered a valley.

He didn't have the right spirit fire on him.

But the faction has a digital eighth rank, so it's impossible not to make it together.

……

The next day.

A total of seven mahatmas, six men and one woman, stood respectfully in Chen Ping's mansion.

Waiting patiently for instructions one by one.

The purple-robed man staring at them, on the surface, is a Dao-changing realm, but his actual supernatural powers are second only to Master Mo!

"Good and bad are mixed, and the future is worrying."

Chen Ping sized up all the cultivators and commented sharply and secretly.

Two nirvanas and five transformations, the only ones who can catch his eyes are time and stars to punish evil.

The other great saints from Yuan Xinghai have ordinary backgrounds, and it will be difficult to break through in the future.

is also like this.

An outlier like Mo Shiying is rare in Yuan Xinghai in a million years.

"What is the order of Master Chen?"

Not long after, a handsome young man with a blood mole cupped his hands and asked.

This cultivator's name is Pei Tianhua, and his Dao name is Pei Mo Great Sage!

Chen Ping intends to remember this person for the rest of his life.

Who told him that he was Yuan Mo's senior brother.

As the No. 1 eighth-order creature who died in his own hands, Yuan Mo didn't have any spoils to honor.

Chen Ping's memory is still fresh, and his thoughts are blocked.

"Chen Daoyou needs resources and help, just ask, we are obliged!"

On the side, Zhu Xie said with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Hearing this, the hearts of the monks from the other camps suddenly jumped.

"Hey."

Flicking his sleeves, after Chen Ping gave everyone a seat, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Everyone understands the situation of the camp."

"The Tianchen Alliance is pressing on every step of the way. They may enter the secret realm one day and take away our path."

"What Chen is most afraid of is that he will be powerless and unable to hold up a piece of blue sky for you!"

It's better not to mention this.

After one point was broken, several people, including Zhu Xie, dared not speak out.

The cultivators cling to the masters of the two camps, Mo Shiying and Chen Ping, for their own paths.

Unexpectedly, after a few years of madness, he became a wanted criminal in the star world.

Even Mo Shiying's direct line team has complaints.

"Take the long view!"

"Brother Mo is so powerful, I won't mention it, let me talk about myself."

"This Taoist transformation is undefeated against five declines and three realms. What about Nirvana? Five declines!"

"The Tianchen Alliance is just a small block in the way."

"I don't dare to say whether there are strong enemies behind, but the alliance is by no means the last mountain I will move away!"

After complaining for a long time, Chen Ping was probably tired too, so he changed the subject and said:
"Do you have any spiritual fire collections on the fairy fire list?"

"Chen doesn't choose, just be on the list."

……

Under Chen Ping's infection, most of the depression of the cultivators dissipated.

Yes!

The two array masters will be strong men who can become semi-immortals in the future!
Just follow with all your heart and make sure you don't fall.

Therefore, the seven great sages donated generously and voluntarily made offerings of six spiritual fires.

Among them, Fang Yongshou, the Nirvana man with black beard, produced two flowers alone.

This Fang Yongshou is both a puppet master and a craftsman, and his status in the camp is not inferior to that of Jiang Anning.

The two spiritual fires he contributed were extracted from the puppets.

The strength is not weaker than the thirty-ranked Spirit Flame.

Chen Ping was extremely satisfied.

Of the remaining camp monks, the one who impressed him deeply was the only female monk named Zhang Miqing.

The atmosphere is okay.

Smart and cute, it is based on Chen Ping's aesthetics.

……

"Fang Daoyou, can this magic weapon of this seat still be repaired?"

Leaving Fang Yongshou alone, Chen Ping asked for advice nervously.

In the middle of the sky, the Impermanence Bridge broken in two was dim.

After being hit hard by the intestinal mother fairy, this treasure was almost destroyed.

After listening, Fang Yongshou clicked on a few formulas and checked them several times.

After a while, he nodded without changing his face: "Yes, but the power cannot be restored to its full power, and it will be reduced by about half."

half done?

With a frown, Chen Ping said with a smile on his face: "Master Fang is good at craftsmanship! I thought this treasure would be scrapped forever, and it could only be swallowed by gravity beads."

"Just ask for any resources you need, and I will double the amount!"

If the runaway Chongbao is not repaired, he can hardly sleep or eat.

Then, after the two discussed the repair price, Fang Yongshou took the Wuchang Bridge away and left.

"Friend Daoist Mo should have a stronger spiritual fire."

With a thought, Chen Ping immediately flew out of the cave.

……

The secret realm under the feet is a complete projection space, which is isolated from the star world and has its own system.

This kind of perfect world usually produces natural things of the five elements.

But Chen Ping searched for a few times but couldn't find it.

Presumably it was taken away by Mo Shiying.

But this time he was turned away.

"It's agreed to last for half a year, and I will show you the mysterious thing. Is the old boy going back on his word?"

Floating in the air, Chen Ping muttered angrily.

What is Mo Shiying struggling with?
He guessed to no avail, and returned angrily.

When flying over a plain, Chen Ping finally couldn't restrain the sudden wave of emotion in his heart, and slowly descended.

……

After decades of development, the secret realm is full of vitality.

Even Xianshan and Tianming City were the centers, and several towns were established.

The disciples of Jianzong have begun to adapt to the new environment.

For most monks, following the crowd is a habit.

After entering the City of Destiny, Chen Ping hurried to the northeast corner.

He stopped quietly in front of a three-story palace.

"soy Mujer!"

Chen Ping couldn't help but turn dark when his spiritual sense penetrated.

In an instant, it appeared in a secret room of a hundred feet on the ground floor.

In the clear space, a gray worm lay lazily on its stomach, drowsy.

And a beautiful female cultivator sat cross-legged on the futon, her whole body was scarlet.

Beside him, hundreds of blood-colored skeletons danced around, spewing acrid blood mist.

Chen Fuyao still held several corpses in his left and right hands.

The expression of the whole person seemed to be addicted to something, comfortable and addicted.

This is undoubtedly the intensive training of blood skills!
"Uncle Big Hui, what have you been doing in Master's sect for so long?"

Chen Fuyao didn't forget to chat while practicing.

She has a deep relationship with Dahui.

This time they met by accident, of course they have been inseparable all day long.

"Just play with Phoenix!"

Dahui lay on his back, scratching the insect's limb.

What he said was astonishing.

"Haha, master is too good at opening the back door."

Chen Fuyao listened to the words of tiger and wolf with relish, and then suddenly said sadly:
"Fuyao's lifespan is not as good as that of Yaozu, and at most he can spend more than 1 years with Uncle Big Hui."

Hearing this, Da Hui flew up in a shock.

"Great Sacred Realm, Fuyao dare not expect too much."

Chen Fuyao frowned.

"The master has plenty of ways! You must not give up on yourself."

Dahui said anxiously.

"Bai Su's wife is here, and the resources that Master rewards are not my turn..."

Shaking her head, Chen Fuyao smiled wryly as if resigned to her fate.

"Let me tell you, single-rule sanctification is a relatively simple path. If the master is willing to help you, I hope you have a lot..."

Flapping the insect's wings, Da Hui hurriedly said.

Chen Fuyao's eyes lit up, and said, "Really?"

"False within false!"

However, it was a cold voice that answered Chen Fuyao.

The next moment, a majestic purple-robed man suddenly appeared.

Chen Ping's eyes swept back and forth on each person and one insect, filled with a trace of coldness.

"Master."

"Owner!"

Da Hui and Chen Fuyao were terrified, their heads drooping as if they had done something wrong.

"Who taught you to use the human body to repair blood?"

Regardless of the conversation between the two, Chen Ping's sharp eyes fell on the corpses in the room.

"Master, they are all evil cultivators who oppose the Palace of White Bone and Blood!"

Chen Fuyao's heart trembled, and said.

"Catching aliens as blood food is like the bone soup and pig blood soup that mortals drink when they are injured."

"Using the corpses of the same family is of a bad nature."

With a straight face, Chen Ping said coldly: "There is no such disciple under my sect."

When Chen Fuyao heard this, she bit her lip and defended, "Fuyao has been with Master, and she has been influenced by her ears and eyes since she was a child. What she has learned is that the strong prey on the weak."

"Are you still blaming me?"

Now, Chen Ping was in a hurry, and stared: "I have only taken you for a few years?"

He has been blamed again.

"The few years of enlightenment determine a person's life. Fuyao was cultivated by the master, and you are a thing carved out of the same mold."

Chen Fuyao rolled her eyes and said boldly.

As long as the core interests are not hindered, Master is very fond of old love.

Because this old man loves to be more proud of his current achievements by recalling the trivial past.

"Smart teeth!"

Chen Ping frowned feigning anger, but his expression gradually softened.

Chen Fuyao was only a few hundred years younger than him, but looking at this woman, he could always recall the appearance of a cute baby.

Back then, he almost threw the annoying baby girl into the sea to feed the fish.

"Sin!"

Thinking about it deeply, Chen Ping couldn't help but look back on his majestic and unrestrained behavior in the Great Thousand Realm.

So, with a flick of his hand, he melted away the human corpses on the floor of the secret room, and said earnestly:
"At this time and at that time, Kun Xinghai has countless human powers who hate evil like enemies, let's not be an example!"

He had heard that there was a half-immortal in the human race who lived for more than 30 years.

The Taoist name is Ji Hai, and he is a hermit Sanxian.

In the past, every time he was born, he had to kill a group of demon cultivators and evil cultivators of the same clan who were doing evil.

If Chen Fuyao and others got involved with him, wouldn't they have made enemies for no reason!

"There are [-] sea monk corpses in this bottle, swallow them as much as you want."

Finally, Chen Ping shook his sleeves and rewarded some resources.

"Thank you, Master! Fuyao will definitely remember your teachings."

Chen Fuyao turned the danger into a blessing, secretly thinking that she was lucky.

"Dahui, call the old people to gather together."

After throwing away a list, Chen Ping ordered Da Hui to go around and notify.

……

Three days later.

Destiny City, in the splendid restaurant.

Plates of delicious delicacies were served on the table, and spirit wine and spirit fruits were continuously supplied.

Kong Zhihua, Xin Jingyang, Bai Su, Chen Fuyao, Dugu Puyu, etc...

Gathered with Chen Pingyou old monks.

Temporarily forgetting the threat of the Tianchen Alliance, talking about the past with laughter.

Of course, the topic centered around Chen Ping.

At first, Chen Ping was full of interest.

But over time, I feel boring and out of place.

"The intersection between me and them is nothing but memories."

Chen Ping forced a smile on his face and persisted until the end of the banquet.

He left lonely.

Seeing the figure of this strong man getting further and further away, the lively atmosphere just now suddenly became cold.

The eyes of Bai Su, Chen Fuyao, Da Hui and other people close to him were already covered with a layer of frost.

They have a hunch and know it.

It will be the last time to have such a conversation with peace of mind.

……

Under the bitter cold wind, Chen Ping stepped into the air step by step.

His state of mind is in an extremely empty state.

The path of pursuit is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Enter the Tao, enter the fire!"

At this moment, endless invisible flames ignited in Chen Ping's heart and body.

This is the ambition of the Tao!
Cutting off the fate is not cutting off the memory.

He has already lived in the hearts of countless people, this is an unchangeable fact.

The previous road of turning back has been eclipsed, and every step that follows will shine brilliantly.

"call"

"call"

Groups of exuberant heart fire burst out.

At the same time, more than a dozen collected spiritual flames emerged one by one beside him.

Blend with each other and merge into one!
Chen Ping originally planned to understand the fire technique, and under the deliberate guidance, with the blessing of a thorough state of mind, he flashed into the secret room.

Angry.

Avenue of fire.

The other side of the fire rule.

It is no longer burning and destroying, but a new fire of seeking Tao.

Chen Ping even suspected that the fire of the Great Dao really existed in the world.

"crash"

"crash"

At the moment of entering meditation, all the spiritual fires expanded and contracted, engulfing Chen Ping's physical body.

……

Time flies, 900 years later.

At the height of the cave, the awakened Chaos Gravity Bead is guarding the surroundings.

It knows that the master is carrying out key cultivation.

Therefore, it mercilessly drove away several waves of visiting monks.

in the secret room.

Chen Ping had no abnormalities in his body, and he closed his eyes and crossed his knees like an ordinary mortal.

But everything close to him was twisted to the extreme in a weird state.

The transparent white flame surged violently.

The destruction of fire, the new life of fire.

Two completely different artistic conceptions are displayed in one.

Countless primordial flames were jubilant.

With a thought of Chen Ping, even the hidden deepest space will burn with immortal flames covering the sky.

"Just mastering the superficiality of the two sides of the fire rule, it is easy to promote to seven sloughs!"

"Is the attribute of the first Dao Breaking Realm of this seat, fire?"

After 900 years, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes.

With the blessing of several kinds of fairy fires and the coincidence of epiphany, the way of fire has successfully entered the state of seven sloughs.

Of course, it's not easy.

If the fire dao talent is better, relying on the collection of various fairy fires, it should have sloughed off early.

But that's not the point!

The important thing is that he has initially mastered the other side of the way of fire.

Understanding all aspects of a rule is the basis for returning to one!

It is no exaggeration to say that Chen Ping's understanding is ahead of some of the fire masters.

……

"Zizi"

The original flame fused with sixteen kinds of spiritual fire exudes extremely high temperature.

High in the sky, a figure standing there for a long time frowned, sweeping over Yuan Yan, flashing a look of fear from time to time.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, ask me a question or two!"

At this moment, Chen Ping whirled in the cave, and a distorted illusory shadow shot out.

The space scratches drawn out were extremely hot, as if the traces left by the scorching fire of the sky.

Seeing this, Mo Shiying, who was waiting for Chen Ping to leave the customs, waved his sleeves on his chest in a leisurely manner.

A palm-sized black vortex formed rapidly.

"puff"

Only a soft sound was heard, and Yuan Yan collided with the vortex.

There is no violent roar.

As soon as Yuan Yan came into contact with the devouring supernatural power, it disappeared in front of his eyes like an ordinary flame.

But Mo Shiying's eyebrows twisted into mountains and rivers.

Inside the vortex, there is obviously no movement or stillness.

But he actually sensed a fire technique that faintly threatened him.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the black vortex burst for no reason.

It was reduced to ashes almost at the same time as the swallowed Yuanyan!
"Whoosh!"

Below, a Taoist in fire clothes flew over calmly, and rushed towards Mo Shiying without saying a word.

The corners of his eyes shrank, Mo Shiying pointed forward, stretched his five fingers and sucked.

The blood mist that covered the sky and the sun was condensed.

It turned into a bottomless abyss and bit down on the person who came.

In an instant, the sea of ​​blood was vast and mighty.

And a small figure was in the middle, strolling in the courtyard, steadfast in the wind and waves.

After a full ten breaths, Chen Ping's fire suit was broken, and he shouted in surprise:

"Congratulations to Master Mo for four declines, please be merciful!"

……

With the sudden disappearance of the spell, the surroundings regained clarity.

Chen Ping and Mo Shiying looked at each other across the air, looking at each other in surprise.

"Four decline strong!"

Chen Ping was secretly startled.

Nearly a thousand years later, Mo Shiying really succeeded in crossing the tribulation.

The stench on his body dissipated.

The coercion this person gave him was far greater than before, surpassing the sword master Fuxia Sword in one fell swoop.

This means that Mo Shiying's methods can at least compete with Banxian's come and go!
Since then, there has finally been a leader in the camp who can step up to the stage and shelter him from the wind and rain.

"you……"

Mo Shiying pondered for a while, and then said a few words: "You are going farther and farther on the road of life-saving!"

His exclamation was real.

This son's fire dao has just stepped into the seven sloughs, and he used the fire dao supernatural powers, and he survived the eight slough blood spells for more than a dozen breaths!

Although he didn't use all his strength, he still exposed [-] to [-]%.

In other words, as long as this kid activates the fire suit shield, he can jump around in front of the strongest before slipping away!
"Being beaten is also a skill!"

Chen Ping said firmly.

The power of the fire supernatural power lies in its accumulation.

First of all, the increase of the Nine Immortals Crystal of Era Immortal Art.

Second, the improvement of the realm of transformation.

The most important thing is that after the seven sloughs of the fire path, all the refined fairy fires fully revealed their power!

Only in this way did the scene of a temporary equal share with Mo Shiying just now come about!
Naturally, if he really tried to fight to the death, he wouldn't last long.

"The fire method is the main attack. I suggest that Chen Daoyou reshape the supernatural power when he is eight years old."

Taking a deep breath, Mo Shiying said flatly.

He wondered.

It is not the property of soil and wood.

It happened to be a defensive supernatural power.

"On the other side of the fire, Fellow Daoist Mo doesn't understand. Mr. Chen's aptitude is dull, and he only realized some superficial aspects not long ago."

With a mysterious smile, Chen Ping was noncommittal.

He has already planned for the next fire path.

How can you allow a person who doesn't understand the fire method to point and point.

……

The exit of the two strong players announced that the camp is about to embark on a new voyage.

in a gazebo.

Chen Ping and Mo Shiying chatted over drinks.

"It's only a few hundred years away from the Supreme Vault, and the days of dormancy are coming to an end!"

Mo Shiying raised his glass, the ambition in his eyes was fleeting.

"Master Mo is going to fight for the next secret treasure?"

After taking a sip of the spirit wine, Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Chen may not be able to participate."

How comfortable it is to stay in the secret realm!

Standing aloof from the world, like going back to the Great Thousand World.

He is ready to continue to retreat, break through Nirvana in one breath, and then fight against the Tianchen Alliance.

"Are you afraid?"

Hearing this, Mo Shiying frowned.

"It's never too late for a man to take revenge."

Chen Ping said unmoved.

Unless the danger came to the door, he would not even step out of the secret realm even if he was killed.

"I was thinking, why don't you just cultivate to become a true immortal!"

Mo Shiying's tone was neither funny nor funny.

Chen Ping didn't move, he faced the Tianchen Alliance alone and narrowly escaped death.

After all, Chen Ping still needs to contact Lingquan Immortal Palace.

"To use a metaphor, the world's great demons are born only when they are sure."

Chen Ping said with a smile.

This choking blocked Mo Shiying's words, paused, and said helplessly:

"The Supreme Vault is opened every ten thousand years or so. If you break through before then, the camp will participate in the competition!"

He had to give in.

"it is good."

Slightly nodding, Chen Ping mentioned the past: "900 years ago, the master of the ink array invited me to explore something. What is it?"

After hearing this, Mo Shiying's expression was startled, and a tangled expression flashed across his face.

"A grasshopper on a rope, is there any secret that cannot be shared?"

Turning around, Chen Ping sighed.

Mo Shiying shook his head, and said: "It's really involved, I'm afraid that once fellow Taoist finds out, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape again."

"By the way, on that day, the True Child Sword happened to strike. Is it related to you?"

He stared at Chen Ping with burning eyes.

Is this going to trade secrets for secrets?

Chen Ping's heart is like a mirror.

Thoughts turned around a few times, and he said uncertainly: "Chen has indeed seen the real boy sword with his own eyes, but it's not because of me. I really can't judge."

"Which hand is the True Child Sword!"

Mo Shiying quickly asked.

"I have a little grudge with that..."

Scratching the tip of his nose, Chen Ping said in a low voice.

He knew that if he continued to conceal it, it would affect the foundation of their cooperation.

"Who else does Mo need to be afraid of now!"

After finishing the wine in the glass, Mo Shiying snorted coldly.

"What I'm waiting for is Brother Mo's words!"

Chen Ping sat down excitedly, and wrote a few words on the table with gold chopsticks.

……

"Are you telling the truth?"

Mo Shiying stared blankly at a line of scribbled ancient text, and after a while, his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Taiyi True Immortal returns to a corpse!"

The eight characters are so dazzling.

"Little brother himself is puzzled, why he got into trouble with the powerful corpse slough out of nowhere."

After a few wry smiles, Chen Ping said quietly: "The corpse is most likely in the world of cutting corpses!"

"Corpse world?"

Mo Shiying narrowed his eyes, and immediately had a more ominous premonition.

He is a creature of the deep star sea.

Of course, the secrets he knows are not as good as Chen Ping, who is supported by Lingquan Immortal Palace.

This corpse-slaying world has never heard of it.

"The corpse-slaying world...is very scary, and for some reason, my little brother has been targeted."

Chen Ping nodded his head heavily, and passed through the sound transmission.

Then, he flew out alone.

Mo Shiying needs to calm down!
Because he himself has been there.

"He is really an evil animal!"

As soon as Chen Ping left, Mo Shiying's eyes flickered, and with fear and palpitation intertwined, he crushed the wine glass in his hand.

……

a few days later.

When Mo Shiying saw Chen Ping again, he had already recovered his normal color.

"Come with Mo."

After leaving a word, Mo Shiying flew forward to lead the way.

Soon, the two settled next to his cave.

"What a pure aura!"

Breathing in the nearby air, Chen Ping was startled.

Walking to the depths of the cave, Mo Shiying recited formulas expressionlessly.

"Boom"

After a sudden sound, a water curtain of five colors flowed down impressively.

"What is sealed inside!"

At this moment, Chen Ping, who was trying his best to maintain calm, had a huge wave in his heart.

After the initial refinement of the golden bead, the subtle changes in the spirituality of the bead are all under monitoring.

And since stepping into this cave, Jin Zhu began to shake with boiling water.

It seems that on the other side of the water curtain, something closely related is constantly calling it!
"go!"

Mo Shiying waved his sleeve, bringing out a gust of blood wind, which swept Chen Ping behind the water curtain.

During the shuttle, he turned his head and smiled lightly:

"The Emperor's Pavilion is not appropriate."

"Vice Chief Chen, how about calling the faction we commanded the Havoc Blood Palace?"

(End of this chapter)