Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 556 Survival in a desperate situation

Seeing that he had succeeded so easily, Chen Ping did not show any joy, but instead became vigilant.

The giant spirit king's corpse is good at the supernatural powers of the blood path. Although the fairy thunder method is very restrained, it is impossible to defeat it with a single blow.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sudden change appeared in the blood mist in the distance.

The giant spirit king's corpse that had been divided into two parts gathered in the middle at the same time, and with a flash of gray air, it returned to its original state strangely.

Chen Ping's face darkened, and he urged the sword formula in his heart. The sword energy hovering nearby flashed wildly, as if it was about to turn into black silk again and wrap around the king's body.

"Roar!"

But the king's corpse roared in extreme anger, then opened its mouth wide, and a layer of invisible fluctuations immediately emerged.

And collapsed in all directions at the same time, engulfing the spurting sword energy at once.

All the sword energy trembled slightly, and then turned into a small blue-purple sword several inches long.

Then the bodies of "bang bang" continued one after another.

All the flying swords turned into clusters of blurred spiritual power and burst.

"So strong?"

In the state of transforming sword, Chen Ping retreated back and forth in astonishment.

Even if his follow-up sword qi does not have the bonus of lightning method, it is not something ordinary Jindan can bear.

But Wang Shi didn't know what kind of strange supernatural power he had displayed.

With his swordsmanship, he looked completely irresistible.

Something is wrong!
Chen Ping suddenly thought of something.

Blood Dao is famous for its weirdness, changeability and powerful power.

But it is also terribly consuming to itself.

Shouyuan, state, essence and blood.

Basically, it is a sacrifice for the use of the supernatural powers of blood.

Even if the main body of the giant spirit king's corpse can be reborn under the suppression of the Qinglei Immortal Technique, it is absolutely impossible to be unscathed.

"what!"

Painful screams resounded around.

Just as Chen Ping expected, after Wang Shi lost his sword energy, his gathered body split apart.

There is a tendency that cannot be suppressed.

Taking a closer look, the surface of the king's corpse, which had been chopped into two pieces, was still mixed with a trace of lightning force.

The attack of Qingjie Xianlei has continued!

Chen Ping was overjoyed, and with the determination to beat the dog in the water, the overwhelming sword lights fell down with his movements.

"Hateful human race!"

Seeing Chen Ping's unrelenting release of magical powers to prevent its body from reorganizing, Wang Shi was completely enraged, and his left arm exploded with a "boom".

The thick rain of blood dispersed and poured down the king's corpse.

A thick bloody smell filled the surrounding space at once.

What made Chen Ping even more palpitating was that the blood that fell on the skin of the king's corpse melted into it in an instant.

It turned into streaks of bright red blood, spreading all over his body.

From the surface, Wang Shi seemed to be wearing a blood-colored robe, which was extremely gloomy.

"puff"

"puff"

The sword energy hit the king's corpse from all angles, but the roots that hadn't been built were broken.

The defense of this blood-colored robe obviously surpassed that of ordinary top-grade psychic tools.

Seeing the sword energy surging in the sky burst and shattered, Chen Pingping did not show any expression of shock or anger.

Then, he immediately dispelled the fusion of human and sword, several top-grade thunder spirit stones were turned into powder, and a thunder ball was slowly brewing in his hands.

"Today really opened my eyes. You, a mid-Gold Core creature, can master such a powerful lightning method!"

After Wang Shi let out a sinister grin, he pointed towards Chen Ping, and a ball of dark white flames appeared, and he struck out without saying a word.

And its body is constantly obliterating the Qingjie Xianlei, trying to recover.

Hearing a "crash", the white corpse fire rolled up and turned into a palm of fire with a radius of tens of miles, and went straight to Chen Ping with a fierce pressure.

At the same time, the only remaining right arm of the king's corpse was grasped with five fingers, and it was an understatement to strike out of the void.

It was silent, as if there was no power at all.

Seeing this situation, Chen Ping's expression darkened, and the dozens of spiritual swords in front of him blew out.

The Zhoutian Wanjue sword formation instantly condensed into a seven-colored sword, facing the palm of fire.

On the other side, a silver light flashed in the sleeve robe, and a fist was punched out.

This fist gleamed with silver light, as if it was made of pure silver, and there seemed to be faint silver streaks wandering around.

It is the performance that the realm of physical cultivation is close to the fifth level.

The moment the colorful sword shadow and the Yinbai fire palm came into contact, there was a crackling sound immediately.

The long sword threads and flames are intertwined, and the mysterious light bursts continuously between the two, like countless fireworks bursting together, which is extremely gorgeous.

And near the entanglement of the sword light and the flame, there was a loud sound of heaven and earth breaking suddenly.

A strong wind full of eerie air and a group of silver fist shadows flashed out without any warning.

And hit each other hard.

"call!"

In an instant, a hurricane was formed that shot straight into the sky, rumbling and rolling away in all directions.

Wherever this wave passes, the void trembles.

If there was Jindan early stage present, I am afraid that it will be affected and severely injured.

As for Chen Ping and the corpse of the king, their bodies shook involuntarily, and they each retreated several miles.

With this retreat, the two were uncertain about joy and sorrow.

Under the protection of the blood coat, Wang Shi bought time for his body to recover.

The electric wire of Qingjie Xianlei weakened visibly to the naked eye.

will soon disappear completely.

"It's still half an hour away!"

Sweeping the green thunder vortex in his hand with his spiritual sense, Chen Ping's eyes changed, knowing that the critical moment had come.

At least there will be a delay, otherwise he will have to run away.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping couldn't help squinting his eyes, and suddenly grasped the void with his two big hands.

Qingmang danced wildly, and two big swords emerged one after another.

With another tremor, it split into one hundred and eight small swords, which circled around his body.

At the same time, the expression on his face couldn't help becoming serious.

Zhou Tian Wanjue Sword Formation plus Qinglian Sword Intent is the limit of what he can control.

If I cast other spells, I'm afraid it won't be enough.

"broken!"

Wang Shi yelled violently, the bloody robe on his body glared, and he quickly condensed towards one place.

After a little leaning, its right arm was wrapped in a delicate armor, airtight.

The surface of this armor is beautifully patterned, exactly the same as the previous blood robe.

Obviously, the arm armor was transformed from this thing.

Chen Ping, who was well aware of its terrible defense, did not dare to be careless, and Qinglian sword intent poured into the sword body, buzzing continuously.

"Boom!"

Wang Shi danced with his arm armor, and after a burst of air flow, a phantom of a giant spirit with six heads appeared, which almost covered the sky and the sun, and took the initiative to bite at Chen Ping.

In an instant, the surrounding sky darkened.

The head of the giant spirit approached Chen Ping ferociously, and rushed toward his face with a stream of fishy smell.

It seemed as if he was going to tear him to pieces the next moment.

Facing such a ferocious counterattack, Chen Ping remained expressionless and didn't even move his hands or feet.

"Oh!"

With a crisp sound, the phantom of the head directly smashed into Chen Ping's body.

It's just that there is no blood splatter as expected.

That body seemed to be molded from foam, breaking apart inch by inch.

This scene terrified Wang Shi.

Flesh incarnation is one of its trump cards.

While the power is huge, the flash speed should not be underestimated.

This person can escape safely, which is enough to prove one thing.

Comparable to the escape speed of a fifth-order creature!
Wang Shi was panicking when a silver beam of light shot up into the sky from behind.

In the beam of light, a figure emerged.

With the movement of the two arms of this figure, a silver fist shadow suddenly poured down like a storm.

The flesh body of the giant spirit royal family is not inferior to the best psychic tools, but the silver fist is even more indestructible.

With wings on his back and wind hoofs on his feet, Chen Ping unreservedly showed his escape method.

Amidst countless piercing screams, a punch landed.

Without the protection of the blood robe, the skin of the king's corpse burned fiercely under the burning of the silver light.

As soon as the weak point was exposed, Chen Ping immediately increased his strength, pierced his chest with five fingers, pulled out a heart bigger than his head, and pinched it hard.

The bright red thing exploded instantly.

Under the severe pain of the king's corpse, the corpse's aura overflowed uncontrollably.

But Chen Ping didn't relax at all.

The structure of the corpse clan is completely different from other creatures.

Even if the heart is destroyed, it is not enough to make it suffer fatal injuries.

Seeing that the head of the giant spirit returned to the Savior, Chen Ping's eyes flashed fiercely, and he grabbed the white jade flute at the waist of the dead king.

The fundamental purpose of his attack this time is this middle-grade spirit treasure.

If you take the jade flute, even if you don't kill Wangshi in the end, you won't regret it.

"Ok?"

The moment his right hand touched the jade flute, Chen Ping immediately noticed the strangeness.

The body of this flute is cold and cold, as if it is a part of the body of the king's corpse, it cannot be pulled out at all.

This had to make him uneasy.

Because with the current state of physical cultivation, even a small mountain range can be easily dragged out.

And the jade flute looks like a rock, which is really surprising.

However, Chen Ping is also a decisive person.

Seeing that the jade flute was blocked, he immediately stretched out his bloody right hand, and scratched the head of the king's corpse without flamboyance.

"Hey!"

The bottom three eyeballs were ripped off by him.

Those eyeballs are still connected with gray blood vessels, which is terrifying and nauseating.

But Chen Ping seemed to see a great tonic, licked his tongue, stuffed the three eyeballs into his mouth, and swallowed them directly.

Jin Zhuli once sealed the eye of the giant spirit royal family.

This thing can improve the physical cultivation of the human race.

The fourth-order eyes did not improve him much now, but he couldn't let it go easily.

Of course, this is a giant spirit king corpse.

Every part of the body is densely packed with corpse aura.

Therefore, Chen Ping could only temporarily store the eyeballs in his body, wrap them in spiritual flames, and digest them carefully at night.

"There are still five eyeballs!"

With a grin, Chen Ping rode on the king's corpse without any burden from his ancestors, and opened his mouth to bite off the eyeball on the top of his head.

He seemed to understand.

The eight eyes of the giant spirit royal family are also divided into strengths and weaknesses.

And this eyeball on the top layer is the one with the greatest strength.

"Wow!"

The king's corpse wailed in pain. It never expected that the human race it encountered suddenly was even crueler than the corpse race.

In the process of fighting skills, he relied on his tyrannical body and devoured it like a delicacy.

"die!"

Under the control of Wang Shi, the phantom of the head covered Chen Ping.

But he was not afraid at all, and lightly flicked the green thunder vortex that was ready in his hand.

Rumbling, overlapping sound explosions.

The blood magic power was immediately blown into pieces.

The remaining nearly [-]% of the Green Tribulation Immortal Thunder was not wasted.

Under the control of Chen Ping's consciousness, he rushed into the wound of the king's corpse.

The old injury is not healed, and the new injury is coming.

Wang Shi was miserable.

This human race is like a meat grinder.

In just one breath, he devoured most of the eight eyeballs inlaid in the skull.

What followed was the great decline in Wang Shi's aura.

The supernatural powers of the blood path are most dependent on the physical body and blood essence.

It is reasonable to have this negative impact.

"Let's sacrifice together, hateful human race!"

In desperation, Wang Shi's single eye flashed fiercely, and a mysterious spatial fluctuation rippled away.

Immediately afterwards, the white jade flute floated up by itself.

After a whirling turn, a mournful flute sounded out.

At the same time, Wang Shi's huge body seemed to be leaking air. Whether it was the flowing blood or the mana of the soul, they all blended into a gray river and poured into the mouth of the jade flute.

"Wow!"

The loud flute resounded through the sky.

Almost covering the entire Luancheng Island.

"not good!"

Chen Ping has so much experience and experience. When he saw this scene, he immediately concluded that the corpse might be summoning stronger creatures.

He tore off the last eyeball smoothly, and with a flash of silver light on his body, he was about to teleport away from where he was.

But it was obviously half a step late.

He only felt that the space around ten miles away was slightly distorted, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

The whole person actually appeared in a strange land surrounded by a faint white mist.

The four top-quality fire spirit stones exploded in response, and the spiritual power instantly returned to its peak.

As soon as the pupil technique was opened, he couldn't help but gasped.

I saw something flying rapidly from the direction of the inner city.

Every time it takes a step, it seems that time and space are stagnant, and it does not take any time to teleport over.

It was the black and white coffin that the king's corpse was lying on when he was born!
There seems to be something alive in this wood, and it has been knocking on the surface, making a harsh and strange sound.

It was only at this moment that Chen Pingfang realized that he had overlooked an important point.

The Giant Spirit King Corpse is not the leader of this Yinling clan.

The things sleeping in the coffin are the strongest creatures.

Something that can awaken a top king corpse to perform a blood sacrifice...

It must be the real fifth order!

Chen Ping felt a sudden chill in his heart, and tried to destroy the enchantment around him with all kinds of means such as fire technique and sword light.

However, all this was in vain.

The area covered by the white mist remained unchanged, showing no signs of being defeated.

Standing still and waiting to die, there is no doubt that you will die.

Shrinking his eyes, Chen Ping began to condense the green thunder vortex without a pause.

"Ancestor Qilin, please kill this human race to avenge me!"

At this moment, Wang Shi's body has melted into a small blood spot.

Even the souls of the corpses are running low, and they will return to heaven and earth soon.

Qilin ancestor corpse?

Hearing this, Chen Ping stared at the coffin in disbelief with his eyes bursting out.

Qilin is one of the giants of the monster clan.

The fire unicorns, wind unicorns, or clear water unicorns with the lowest bloodlines are all big monsters who can easily break through to the fifth level.

And the Five Elements Qilin and the Sky Qilin are unattainable creatures of the sixth and seventh ranks.

All in all, the monster race dubbed the unicorn is hard to provoke, and ordinary monks will die if they encounter it.

At the same moment when Chen Ping's head turned sharply, the black and white coffin finally penetrated the barrier and hung in front of his eyes.

A cold and stern thought came out.

Chen Ping's blood surged under the pressure, and he felt abnormally uncomfortable.

It really is the soul of a fifth-order creature!

However, in panic, Chen Ping found something strange.

This soul power does not have the characteristics of the monster or corpse race.

On the contrary, it is [-]% similar to the human soul.

"click"

In the next breath, the huge coffin split open.

A black and shiny limb with a narrow top and a wide bottom floated out.

This limb looks like a beast's foot.

It is two feet high, and every inch of its skin is inlaid with a layer of fine scales.

The nine toes are separated, enveloped in a black air like ink.

"The corpse of the ink unicorn?"

Shrinking at the edge of the barrier, Chen Ping turned pale.

He exchanged the Secret Records of Zhenzong from Concubine Shu Mu, and his knowledge is not what it used to be.

Mo Qilin is considered to be the top bloodline of the Qilin family.

Although there is not a small gap with Tianqilin, it is also powerful and unparalleled, and monks of the same level are often not opponents.

What worries him is that Mo Qilin's body attributes are very compatible with the corpse clan.

After converting into a corpse family, the supernatural powers must be terrifying to the point where it cannot be added.

The only good news is that this is not a complete black unicorn.

Otherwise, he is absolutely dead.

But even if only one foot of the fifth-order unicorn corpse is here, the current situation is hopeless.

"Chen Ping?"

An even more shocking scene happened immediately, and a slightly puzzled thought came from Qilin's feet.

"You have only cultivated for more than 100 years, but you can actually force the corpse of the giant spirit king to sacrifice the body, so as to awaken the ancestor?"

(End of this chapter)