Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 555 A Shaken Heart (6.1K Makes up Half of Yesterday)
The creatures at the peak of the two peaks of the two third ranks will disappear in the blink of an eye.

For Chen Ping, bullying the weak is a perfect practice.

Opening the black token given by Concubine Shu Mu, he found that the number inside had not changed.

It seems that only when the giant spirit corpse is wiped out will the battle merit point be increased.

Before verifying this idea, Chen Ping pointed at the corpse of the giant spirit and silently recited the Sky Night Soul Search Technique.

However, after more than ten breaths, he sighed lightly.

Unable to search the soul!

It's not that the memory of the corpse race cannot be searched, but that the soul-searching secret technique he mastered is mainly aimed at the human race and the monster race.

And the grade is too low, which is ineffective against the corpse race.

With the light flowing, Chen Ping crushed the soul of the corpse without hesitation.

"Oh!"

Light black soul smoke curled up.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of flame rushed towards it rapidly, burning it into nothingness.

It's fine if it's a human race, like Jiao Taining just now, he at least gave reincarnation a chance.

But the corpse race is cruel and bloodthirsty, and he has no psychological burden at all.

Looking down at the token again, the number in it suddenly jumped and changed to "three hundred".

"The Tongtian Lingbao is so miraculous?"

Suddenly, Chen Ping raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

There was no sign of life in the token at all.

But it can sense the dead corpses around it in real time. I don't know the reason for this spell.

"Could it be the Tongtian Lingbao that gave birth to the spirit of the weapon?"

After thinking deeply, Chen Ping erased the traces of fighting skills and returned to the dual world.

……

After a cup of tea, Chen Ping landed on a small island.

This is a sandy island formed only by high tide.

He rests here temporarily.

The chase between the peak master of Youhuomen and the giant spirit corpse made him have some guesses.

The situation should not have reached the point where one side is overwhelmed.

Perhaps, the Youhuomen is in a war with the Yaozu.

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping prepared to leave for the depths of the sea.

"Dahui, eat it!"

Before leaving, Chen Ping summoned the Chi Evil King and gave an order.

"Haw..."

Xiaoyan stared at the giant spirit corpse on the ground, and Da Hui's chirping sound was full of repulsion.

The Winged Evil Clan originally only ate all kinds of spiritual herbs.

Under Chen Ping's influence, this worm has barely gotten used to the blood food that improves the realm faster.

Now the master has gone so far as to force it to eat the remnants of the corpse tribe, Da Hui can't accept it no matter what.

"How about it, does it work?"

After a while, Chen Ping stared at Da Hui with a swollen belly, and asked lightly.

In just ten or so breaths, under his urging, Dahui crushed the left arm of the giant spirit corpse and ate it.

"Haw!"

Big Hui raised his head and responded excitedly.

"Oh?"

Chen Ping's expression moved, quite surprised.

Da Hui said that the effect of this corpse is actually a bit stronger than that of ordinary fourth-order early stage monsters.

Careful, he immediately discovered another thing.

When Chi Xi digested the giant spirit corpse, the ancient tree patterns on his body suddenly changed.

Spread circles of silver light.

The sacred is full of weirdness.

Shrinking his eyes, Chen Ping divided part of the giant spirit corpse and threw it into the spirit beast bracelet.

After long-term cultivation, the initial three or five Chi E's have multiplied into a huge swarm.

There are more than 100 Tier [-] Winged Evils alone.

There are as many as six heads in the third rank.

"Buzz!"

Under Da Hui's forced order, the Chi Evils scrambled forward to carve up the giant spirit corpses.

After half an hour.

Chen Ping's spiritual thoughts surged out, and he checked the changes in Chi Evil Group.

It's a pity that this giant spirit corpse seems to be just an ordinary food for them, and the help is minimal.

Finally, his eyes fell on Da Hui again.

This insect can absorb the power of the corpse clan, is it because of the imprint of the ancestor tree of the Holy Ruins?

Glancing at the pattern on his right shoulder, Chen Ping was eager to try it.

Then, without saying a word, he grabbed a handful of inexplicable liquid from the head of the giant spirit corpse, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Cough cough!"

The next moment, Chen Ping coughed violently.

Immediately spit out what I ate.

He didn't even chew spider meat raw, but he actually felt a strong nausea.

The taste of this corpse is simply indescribably sour.

"troubled you."

Gently sweeping away the big dust, Chen Ping sympathized with what happened to it just now.

After that, he became more cautious.

Sacrifice a ball of spiritual fire to bake the giant spirit corpse for half a day.

A few more bottles of seasoning spirits were added to slightly cover up the taste of the ingredients themselves.

With his sense of taste closed, Chen Ping chewed slowly.

But the strange thing was that not only could he not absorb the corpse energy contained in his flesh and blood, but he also failed to activate the imprint of the ancient tree.

"Maybe it has something to do with me not being purely physical."

After long thinking to no avail, Chen Ping had to give up.

The rest of the giant spirit corpses were all cheaper than Dahui.

"Haw!"

After the digestion is over, the big ash keeps flying around the owner.

"A mere corpse clan at the peak of the third order has actually made its demon spirit power thickened by a small half."

Chen Ping made no secret of his jealousy.

Dahui is just a little spirit pet who follows him.

But it fits the ancient tree imprint better than him.

It is really enviable.

"The battle of human corpses, it's cheaper for you."

With a slight sigh, Chen Ping said with emotion.

He originally considered whether to continue to spend a lot of money to train the Winged Evil King.

Now, a natural resource field is placed in front of you. It is really comfortable to punish evil, raise pets, and win military exploits.

……

The southern part of Youhuomen is dominated by sea areas.

The islands are few and scattered.

Chen Ping flew in the sky cautiously.

It has been half a day since we set off again.

He gradually went deep into the sea area of ​​Youhuomen.

The current situation is unknown, but he still maintains his disguise.

The result of this investigation along the way made his heart extremely gloomy.

The sky, the ground, and the shallow sea are all deeply attacked by the evil spirit!

Not to mention the living human race, there are not even a plethora of fish and shrimps and ordinary spiritual herbs.

A super-large corpse barrier!
This was Chen Ping's first impression.

Among the hundreds of races in the world, Yinling and Corpse are the most notorious races.

Even a beast horde couldn't pervade other creatures.

But the high-level evil spirit and corpse energy have such terrifying lethality.

If the environment polluted by corpse gas does not use magic to intervene, it will never be possible to restore its original vitality for thousands of years.

"Hey, at least tens of millions of human beings have fallen."

After traveling thousands of miles, facing the empty islands, Chen Ping felt a tinge of anger mixed with thunder welling up in his heart.

The thinking of the human race is changeable, and rationality and sensibility often switch.

In the past, countless people of the same clan died at his hands.

But no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless he was, how could he just sit back and watch as innocent people died?

This is one of the main reasons why he always wants to avoid the war of the clans.

He knew that his cold heart would be shaken if he saw with his own eyes the ordinary clansmen suffering from terrible disasters.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Chen Ping recited the mantra in his hand.

The four groups of flames scattered and escaped.

Among them, the spiritual flame flying to the east suddenly shrank, and was pressed into a walnut shape by a sinister force.

"Is the lair over there?"

After deliberating for a moment, Chen Ping flew towards the eastern sky with a flash of light.

……

Luancheng Island was originally a third-level island, controlled by the Luan family.

This Luan family has a lot of background.

His first ancestor was a true disciple of You Huo Sect.

I don't know what happened, but before his death, Patriarch Luan left the sect and went to the south to start a family.

In the past thousand years, the Luan family has produced a large number of talents, showing a trend of prosperity.

In each generation, more than one Yuandan monk suppressed it, and it also occupied the sea area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

It can be said that the southern region of Youhuomen is the Luan family's world.

Recalling the information he had learned before, Chen Ping, who was integrated with Breeze, revealed his figure.

At your feet is Luancheng Island.

Obviously, this place has fallen.

The strong evil spirit almost turned into substance, baring its teeth and claws, devouring every space on the island.

On the island, there are rows and rows of wandering ghosts, densely packed.

These ghosts have no mouth or eyes, only half the height of a child, and their appearance is dark black like a dry well.

The strange thing is that their bodies don't seem to be condensed into entities.

Between the interlacing, they pass directly through each other like air currents.

The Yin Spirit Race, the source of the abyss, is also the initial state of the Corpse Race.

This family is a natural race.

However, due to the imperfect body rules, the individual strength of the Yinling clan is very low.

The Yinling clan in the early stage of the first order couldn't even get close to a burly man with exuberant blood in the mortal world.

However, as the realm continues to improve, when the physical body gradually manifests, the supernatural powers of the Yinling clan will gradually increase a lot.

Just like the fifth-order Yin spirit in the abyss, the ordinary half-step Nascent Soul-level human race has no choice but to wait for death.

Hiding in a spiritual tree crown, Chen Ping's spiritual thoughts spread out layer by layer like a gentle spring.

Almost instantly, the whole picture of the island with a radius of hundreds of miles is clear.

Currently, there are a total of [-] first-order Yin spirits entrenched in Luancheng Island.

There are almost a thousand second-order Yin spirits whose bodies are close to liquid.

There are about forty fully formed third-order Yin spirits.

As for the fourth-order Yin spirit, he has not found it yet.

Because in the center of the city there is a mixed area of ​​Yin evil spirit and corpse spirit.

This army of ghosts is obviously led by a certain or even several corpses.

He came here alone, so it's not suitable for him to penetrate carelessly with his spiritual sense, so as not to startle the snake.

"call"

"call"

When the ghost moves, it is like a hurricane blowing.

The places where they crossed the border began to drip disgusting evil water.

Some ghosts even wandered into the sea, feasting on fish, shrimp and seaweed.

There are usually two ways to advance the Yinling clan.

One ethnic group devours each other, the strong are stronger, and the weak are reduced to nutrients.

Second, seize the vitality of other races.

This is also the key reason why Yin spirits have disrupted the cultivation world.

With the addition of breath restraint technique, Chen Ping got into the ground and galloped towards the center of the city.

……

After about half a stick of incense time.

Chen Ping appeared in a palace building.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, this place should have been the meeting hall of some large power before.

As he moved his body, a hint of silver appeared on his skin.

At this moment, Chen Ping's complexion has become extremely cautious.

For several miles, it is full of Yin and cold power!
The spirit of the five elements and other substances in the air have been squeezed out.

Resisting the corpse energy constantly invading his body, Chen Ping roughly judged the cultivation level of the commander of this army of Yin spirits.

Corpse clan in the fourth-order Dzogchen realm!

Could it be the dragon corpse as famous as the sparrow corpse?

A stern look flashed across Chen Ping's eyes, and after silently reciting the formula, the pupil technique was functioning to the maximum extent.

Piercing through the corpse aura all over the sky, the field of vision widened.

"This is?"

Frowning, Chen Ping was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw a gloomy coffin in black and white on a spacious main street dozens of miles away.

The coffin was four to five feet long vertically, and the blood on the surface hung down and condensed into ice strips.

What is even more shocking is that the corpses of various creatures are piled up around the coffin.

Basically high-level human race and monster race.

At this time, these creatures seemed to be treated as sacrifices in the coffin.

Bright red blood surged from the throat and head.

The seemingly uncontrolled splashing finally gathered into a blood column and shot into the coffin.

Under the perfusion of blood and food, the black and white coffin began to tremble without wind.

And there was a "creaking" sound from it, as if touching the coffin with hands and feet.

"Why does this corpse seem to be cultivating the supernatural powers of blood?"

Hearing this sound, the corners of Chen Ping's eyes twitched.

Could it be...

A guess suddenly popped up in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Rumor has it that the royal family of giant spirits possesses spells similar to the Dao of Blood, which are astonishingly powerful.

It is very likely that the Yinling clan has retained the original body's supernatural powers through their rebirth.

Thinking of the ordinary giant spirit he killed the day before yesterday, Chen Ping became more and more sure.

Giant Spirit King Corpse!

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he had the thought of retreating.

If it was a dragon corpse, he would have dared to slaughter this army of ghosts by himself.

But if it is the corpse of the giant spirit king, it is relatively tricky.

What's more, there is an even more terrifying royal family above the royal family.

The royal family of giant spirits, creatures that are said to be able to kill enemies across great realms!

Of course, the royal family is rare, usually not once in thousands of years.

Otherwise, the cultivation world would have long been dominated by the giant spirit clan.

"Roar!"

Just as Chen Ping was hesitating, a violent sound like the howling of a tiger sounded from the coffin.

The thick wooden planks rolled away, and a strong wind blew up. A fuzzy shadow four feet high flew out, and the soles of its feet stepped on the ground.

Both hands and feet are extremely huge, and their appearance is almost the same as the giant spirit corpse that Chen Ping killed earlier.

But the corpse's head had eight eyes, and in the uppermost eyeball, there was still a circle of pale golden brilliance floating.

From a detailed look, it is somewhat similar to the runes used to draw talismans.

Royal pattern!

Sure enough, it was the corpse of the giant spirit king at the peak of the fourth order.

Chen Ping lurked on one side vigilantly, firmly restraining his breath in his body.

The state of this king's corpse is two steps higher than his.

The strength of the soul is not the same.

If there is a slight change, it will probably be directly exposed.

"Roar!"

As soon as the king's corpse came out of the coffin, it immediately pounced on a bull monster as big as a hill.

He bit his neck with one bite, and frantically sucked the essence and blood from the corpse.

Soon, a withered skin sac fell to the ground.

Wang Shi got up slowly, and flew towards the other end of the body in a wooden manner.

While it was moving, Chen Ping shot at something and narrowed his eyes fiercely.

I saw a half-foot white jade flute hanging from the waist of Wang Shi, which was as thick as a water tank.

This flute is full of strong aura, even if it is not in the excited state, it still releases a powerful pressure to the surroundings.

"A middle-grade spirit treasure?"

Chen Ping's breath was stagnant, and he was not sure.

Can the Corpse Race control the Lingbao of the Human Race?
He couldn't be sure.

However, this thing managed to arouse his interest.

He who originally had the idea of ​​retreating suddenly smiled coldly.

While the corpse of the giant spirit king was dealing with the blood food, he used his pupil technique to check every corner of the city.

The good news is that there is only this corpse clan in Luancheng Island.

"Spell attack may not be effective on this corpse."

Before making the move, Chen Ping had prepared for the worst.

Sneaking out of the inner city quietly, his target was the [-] ghosts first.

Because Lei Fa has a process of cohesion.

If it is too close, the Giant Spirit King Corpse will definitely notice it instantly.

Therefore, if he wanted to kill the king's corpse, a sneak attack would definitely be ineffective.

After thinking about it several times, Chen Ping no longer hesitated.

Thunder Wings and Wind Hooves spread down without any breath, and the wings flashed on the back. After a few thunder and wind whistles, the person went straight down to escape.

A large cloud of Yin spirits was in front of him. Chen Ping turned over with one hand, and a blooming lightning vortex appeared in the palm of his hand.

Constantly urging the formula, this green tribulation fairy thunder seemed to be infused with the essence of the stars, and it suddenly became emerald green, like crystal jade.

The vortex of green thunder is like a dream and an illusion, and every strand of thunder that shoots around is like a vast illusion, pure and unparalleled.

The fairy thunder method on the fourth floor is gradually taking shape!

Of course he wouldn't kill chickens with a sledgehammer, or kill ghosts with lightning.

After another heartbeat, the golden pill in the dantian spun out.

On the golden core, a mellow red shadow flashed brightly.

"Boom!"

In an instant, clusters of deep red color, like spiritual flames of magma, rolled out.

It was as if a fire demon descended into the world, turning into a tall wall of fire tens of feet in all directions.

And directly formed an unbreakable cage in the air, sweeping towards the largest group of ghosts.

It has been a long time since Chen Ping used his alchemy powers against the enemy.

After all, there is almost no distinction between alchemy domains in the same great realm.

Even if it is displayed, the effect is not great.

However, if he releases the pill field on a creature whose cultivation base is far inferior to his, the lethality of this technique will be several times more terrifying than the shock of the soul!
A radius of more than ten miles was completely turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Nearly ten thousand Yin spirits wrapped in the crimson fire wave were burned to ashes at the same time as the Danyu erupted.

It is impossible to resist an attack of this level at all.

As for the third-tier Yinling clan, they could support the first and second ranks a bit, but it was too late to escape such a large-scale sea of ​​regular flames, and they all screamed and fell to their deaths.

"It's a pity that the power of rules in Jindan can only be accumulated once in several years, otherwise the Danyu will be released without restriction, and it will not be the Yinling clan's turn to cause chaos."

Chen Ping sucked back the golden elixir with his mouth open, and with a wave of his sleeves, the Winged Evil King Dahui and the Sea-Tuning Thunder Python puppet appeared impressively.

"Not a single one!"

With a cold thought, Da Hui and Lei Mang rushed to kill the remaining Yin spirits.

And he himself threw the green thunder vortex into the air, and his figure melted into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Where it was, it was replaced by the purple rhinoceros sword that shone with purple light.

Man and sword unite!

After many years of practice, he has been able to maintain a hundred breaths of sword transformation.

"Gold Core Fire Cultivator!"

The huge movement immediately attracted the attention of the giant spirit king corpse in the inner city. The huge corpse swept out, and its body leaped into the air.

When the eyes on the head blinked, it turned into a ball of black light and traveled a hundred miles away.

After a few more flashes, it flew over with an astonishing escape speed.

Wang Shi stepped on his feet without hesitation, and his huge body jumped up like a shooting star.

Wrapped like a hurricane, wherever it passed, the spiritual flame summoned by Chen Ping was forcibly split apart!

However, after tearing Huoyun apart, the next scene he saw made Wang Shi startled slightly, and his heart beat violently.

That purple long sword was nothing more than it could pose a fatal threat to it.

But when a cyan vortex mixed with lightning drops, everything becomes different.

"Snapped!"

The Green Tribulation Immortal Thunder opened in response.

Melted layer by layer, attached to the purple rhinoceros sword, bursting out with brilliant light.

The surrounding corpses seemed to have met an old enemy, and were forced to retreat steadily by this thunder.

"A monk who masters both thunder and fire will definitely be our clan's great enemy in the future!"

Seeing this situation, the giant spirit king's corpse was not only not afraid, but its expression became more ferocious.

With a loud roar, his two hands quickly made a plausible speech, and pointed in the air.

But on the other side, Chen Ping moved faster.

Seeing that the king's corpse had been attracted, he suppressed his spiritual sense, and layers of cyan sword shadows gathered on the purple rhinoceros sword.

In an instant, it skyrocketed into a huge sword that radiated cold light and slashed head-on.

There was a loud thunder, and countless cyan electric arcs shot out from the huge sword body, and the power was unstoppable.

To deal with the top-level half-step fifth-order like the Giant Spirit King Corpse, ordinary methods are useless at all.

Therefore, when Chen Ping made a move, Lei Fajia's sword became one, and it was necessary to decide the outcome with one strike!
At the same moment, Wang Shi's defense was fully prepared.

On the top of its head, the biggest purple eye suddenly lit up, and when it was fixed again, sixteen emerald green fire dragons rushed straight at the spirit sword with their teeth and claws open.

Each Huojiao is more than ten feet in size, and its surrounding body is covered with a layer of faint gray corpse aura.

This dragon has a single horn on its head and flames from its mouth. Its shape is like a substance, and it looks extremely ferocious.

The magic talent of the giant spirit royal family is well-known.

Knowing one or two high-level spells is not uncommon.

"cut!"

In the purple rhinoceros sword, Chen Ping lowered his right hand, and then the thunderous lightning sword slowly pressed down.

Even though the eight emerald green fire flood dragons were extremely ferocious, they were chopped off one after another as soon as they were touched by the Celestial Tribulation Thunder.

Under the savage blows of countless electric wires, the broken body was reduced to billowing corpse aura.

"This is the power of the treasure thunder method?"

As a caster, Chen Ping was a little dumbfounded.

Then, the purple rhinoceros sword disappeared in the void with a flash of thought.

At the same time, the top of the giant spirit king's corpse fluctuated greatly, and the sky filled with sword light and Leisi fell from the sky without warning.

The sword light, which absorbed [-] to [-]% of his mana, stretched for more than ten miles.

A gleam of horror flashed in Wang Shi's eyes, and suddenly his right arm was bloody, and he swung a phantom into the air and smashed it away.

"boom!"

There was a clean loud bang.

A mass of blood-colored scorching sun emerged in mid-air, and its stench-stained aura was extremely dazzling.

Jian Guang's urgent whine was actually annihilated in ashes in the blood light.

It seems that this blood light has incredible power.

But Chen Ping didn't panic at all, Jianguang was scattered, but more Qingjie Xianlei added in.

As a result, the power of the Purple Rhinoceros Sword not only remained unchanged, but even strangely increased by half.

The horror of Qingjie Xianlei is still going on.

No matter whether it was the supernatural power of the blood path that Wang Shi was proficient in during his lifetime, or the infiltrating corpse aura, they were all restrained by him.

"Tear!"

Lei Guang slashed vertically and horizontally, and the indestructible blood-colored scorching sun shattered into pieces like the previous fire dragon.

Chen Ping slashed again, and an incomparably sharp sword energy fell down.

This sword directly divided the giant spirit king's corpse and the space behind it into two halves.

The corpses on both sides were covered with twisted and throbbing green tribulation lightning, and the scorched smell wafted out uncontrollably.

　Thanks to Patriarch Han for saving me from the leader reward!Thank you for the reward of 1500 dots!

　
(End of this chapter)