Haoyu Zhenxian

As we all know, the spiritual root of the human race is one of the talents of cultivation.

It is the manifestation of all the true immortals.

The spiritual root contains some regular powers, such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, sword, soul and so on.

Of course, not all rules have corresponding spiritual roots.

It's like the rules of space, but there is no corresponding space spirit root.

Behind every kind of spiritual root, there is a real fairy standing, but it is universally recognized.

And the blessing of the spiritual root usually ends at the sixth or seventh level.

After all, ninety-nine out of ten people who can cultivate to this level have heavenly spiritual roots and special spiritual roots.

Those with poor spiritual root talent in the early stage can also be refined to upgrade.

A typical example of this is right around the corner.

Chen Ping, Tianyao!
Both of them are extremely poor in aptitude, but relying on chance to forcibly improve the quality of their spiritual roots.

After the seventh level, the true spirit root is not worth surprising.

There are all kinds of true spirit root monks in the Immortal Sword Sect.

The so-called true spirit root is born from the enlightenment of the gods who are qualified by the true immortals.

The creation of the real sword's spiritual root is the innate secondary sword!
The creation of the true one spiritual root is the coral seal of crossing the sky.

But since the coral seal was shattered, there hasn't been a real monk with one spiritual root in the cultivation world for many years!
Today, Yu Kang from the Yueshan League brought Chen Ping a big surprise.

"Chen Sheng, it is the night demons who are chasing and killing this junior!"

Seeing that this powerful man seemed to show some interest in the male cultivator in his arms, Yu Kang was overjoyed, flew behind Chen Ping, knelt down on his knees, and begged with a bitter face.

"You dare to retreat behind this seat with a frown?"

Chen Ping laughed back angrily, and slapped him away, and the cultivator in front of him was picked up directly by him.

"This junior deserves death, but I beg senior to save Young Master Feng's life!"

Yu Kang was shocked, and said tremblingly.

He looked at the other party, and his whole body seemed to fall into a boundless prison, with thousands of innocent souls floating around, constantly tearing at his consciousness.

This is naturally a vision of the dead rule becoming a Taoist species and merging into mana.

Chen Ping has shown mercy.

Otherwise, with just a slight glare, this Yu Kang in the mid-stage of Void Refinement would be cut off from his thousand years of lifespan.

"I will settle the crime of colliding with this seat's meditation with you in the evening."

Impatiently waving his hand, Chen Ping released his divine sense without hesitation, enveloping the nearby Wanli.

In an instant, he found a trace of space fluctuation, which was galloping here.

With another sting of consciousness, a ray of exploration and curiosity flashed deep in Chen Ping's pupils.

"It really is the Night Demons!"

He sighed slightly.

At the same time, there was a strange and loud sound of piercing the air around.

One after another and branch-like black awns shot out.

Chen Ping made a tactic with one hand lightly, and the mysterious yellow light appeared in his body.

A sweeping flash skyrocketed countless times.

Cover the thorny black awn in it.

As a result, with a tremor, those mighty black mangs all stopped in place, showing their original shape.

It was actually long strips of sharp scales.

There is a black light flickering with a fishy smell on the whole, and it looks like a highly poisonous thing.

"Eighth-order human race?"

In the void, a horrified thought sounded, and he turned around without hesitation, and fled wildly in the opposite direction.

"The ninth holy son of the night demon clan, the younger generation, has no intention of offending the seniors, so I will retreat!"

The foreign race who attacked suddenly and fled in panic continued to apologize.

"Your little life, I will take it."

Chen Ping waved his sleeves without any nonsense.

The space in the row in front of them was all broken, like a moat, separated from the original world.

And after the alien race's escape route was blasted into pieces, a two-foot-tall figure fell down in embarrassment.

Its back is arched and covered with long strips of scales.

On the top of the skull, there is a smooth jade plate inlaid, which seems to be his forehead.

The single eye on his face was slanted, green like dew, flashing with fright.

"This junior has a Night Demon Death Curse on his body. No matter if he is captured alive or killed, the senior will inevitably be followed by the eighth rank of our clan!"

The monster who claimed to be the Ninth Son screamed in panic.

At the same time, Chen Ping's appearance was actually projected in its single eye.

"Night Demon Death Curse?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

The supernatural powers of the night demons are unique.

He obviously used various methods to cover up his true face, but a small late seventh-order night demon saw through his real body.

And delivered to the pupil.

"Senior, my Night Demon Clan is only targeting the Yueshan League. You are willing to turn a blind eye to this remnant of evil and never report it to the ancestor!"

Seeing Chen Ping's hesitation, the Ninth Son not only did not sneer, but even lowered his attitude.

It only wants to survive, and it doesn't dare to fight against an eighth-order human race.

"Chen Sheng, the night demons are insidious and cunning, don't trust them!"

On the side, Yu Kang said anxiously.

"Little guy, let's go with this seat."

With a sneer on his face, Chen Ping's spiritual sense was shocked and he knocked out the Ninth Son.

Then, it turned into a startled rainbow and flashed suddenly, and disappeared at the end of the sky with Yemo, Young Master Feng, and Yu Kang in the blink of an eye.

……

Every step of Chen Ping crossed tens of thousands of miles of sea.

"Senior Chen's supernatural powers are stronger than ancestor Feng's. If I, Yue Shanmeng, win over him, there may not be no hope of a comeback!"

Yu Kang was both surprised and delighted.

Thinking about how to ask for help in my mind.

After being rescued twice in a row, he had already decided that this vicious-mouthed Great Sage was actually a soft-hearted person.

But at this moment, Chen Ping had no time to talk to Yu Kang.

With one hand pressed on the head of the Ninth Holy Son's optical disk, the soul-searching method turned sharply.

Because the soul structure of the night devil is completely different from that of the human race.

His soul search technique can only extract one percent of the information, and it is intermittent, not complete paragraphs.

But not long after, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Chen Ping's mouth.

"Three-headed Daoist ancestor Ye Mo, what kind of bullying are you playing with me!"

Chen Ping pulled his hand abruptly, and reached into the Ninth Son's mind to shake it violently.

This seventh-order night demon with a decent background suddenly lost his soul and died in a coma.

"Chen Sheng..."

Chen Ping's sudden death attack even Yu Kang was taken aback, his eyes filled with awe.

"Zizi!"

The moment the Ninth Son died, the one eye on his face suddenly widened, and strange wriggling black lines swirled out one after another.

As if he had identified Chen Ping, a slowly flowing arc-shaped circle of light condensed up and down his body.

"Boom!"

Chen Ping urged Yuan Yan to burn it, but those black streaks didn't seem to exist in this space, and while they were intact, they became thicker.

Then, he circled and shot hundreds of thousands of miles in one breath.

However, the halos of black stripes on his body never dissipated, looking extremely bizarre.

"Is the Night Demon Death Curse really consistent with the records!"

Touching his chin, Chen Ping slowed down calmly.

Night Demons, one of the innate races.

The distribution area of ​​this family is very small.

As a result, Chen Ping has practiced for more than 1 years, and it was the first time he saw a living night demon.

It is said that the blood of the high-level night devil has its own poison, and it is good at blessing.

Death curse is also one of them.

Generally, the eighth-level night demon casts spells, and they are given to potential juniors in the clan.

Once the junior falls or is captured, he can communicate the death curse and seek revenge.

This is the ten holy sons of the night demon clan generation.

It is not surprising that the Ninth Son is protected by a death curse.

With the space technique mastered by Chen Ping, if he tried to escape deliberately, the night demons would be far behind.

Moreover, the death curse will automatically disappear within a hundred years.

He doesn't have too many solutions.

However, after learning about the strength of the Night Demon Clan through soul searching, Chen Ping immediately canceled his escape plan.

"After 3000 years of submerged cultivation, this seat will finally usher in a timely rain!"

Chen Ping has already set his sights on the night demons because of the huge consumption of his fortune.

It is obviously extremely embarrassing to return to the sect after wandering abroad for thousands of years without any extravagant wealth.

……

On a cliff and sea rock, Chen Ping stretched out his hand and pushed Yu Kang to the ground.

He gave up the previous Dongfu.

Anyway, the seventh-order spiritual spring in the mansion is a defective product. It has been exhausted and turned into an ordinary thing, and there are no other valuable items.

"Thank you Chen Sheng for saving your life!"

Yu Kang got up from the ground and said in tears of gratitude.

"Why did the Night Demons provoke a power struggle, intending to destroy your Yueshan League?"

Chen Ping got straight to the point.

Although he searched the soul of the Ninth Son, most of the information was incomplete.

"It can't be because of this really one-spiritual-root Huashen kid."

Chen Pingmo said.

Although the reappearance of Zhentai's spiritual root is quite strange, but it is not worth the night demon clan's big fight.

"Reporting to Chen Sheng, at the Golden Fairy Meeting, I, Yue Shanmeng, took a picture of an innate and original object."

"Later, the news leaked out, which attracted the coveted eyes of the Night Demons."

Yu Kang cut the long story short and smiled wryly.

"Innate origin?"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows.

But when asked about the specific attributes of the source, Yu Kang didn't know anything.

But also normal.

The innate origin is something that the great sages regard as a treasure, so naturally they will not reveal it to the juniors.

"Senior Chen, the Yueshan League has been established for 16 years, and we have always upheld the righteousness of the ethnic group and protected the human race."

"This time, the night demon clan has dealt a heavy hand and destroyed our alliance. I implore the seniors to come out and seek justice for us!"

With a sad face, Yu Kang kowtowed repeatedly "dong" "dong" "dong".

"unlucky!"

"Your Yueshan League has been severely punished, and this seat has nothing to do with it."

Chen Ping was expressionless and depressed.

He devoted himself to cultivating in the Jinhanhai cultivation world, and he didn't even meet the local high-ranking creatures a few times.

Now that the Yueshan League is in great trouble, and he is set off like a disaster star, of course he is dissatisfied.

Moreover, he remembered that there were two eighth ranks in Yueshan League, one human and one giant spirit.

Why are they retreating steadily, vulnerable to a single blow?
"That night, the demons set up an ambush to kill the ancestor of the giant spirit first, and the Yueshan League was defeated like a mountain."

Yu Kang said angrily.

There is no proof in his words, Chen Ping directly asked Yu Kang to let go of his spiritual sense and let him search for his soul.

After casting some spells, he immediately withdrew the soul spell.

Yu Kang did not hide this.

The two ancestors died and the other lost, and the Yueshan League existed in name only.

That ancestor Feng also became a prisoner of the Night Demon Clan.

Only a handful of alliance members escaped scattered.

Including Yu Kang and Young Master Feng in front of him.

If it weren't for Chen Ping's intervention, the two of them would have been brutally murdered by the Ninth Son at this moment.

"My lord, wait here for the Night Demons."

Pointing to the death curse on his body, Chen Ping said calmly: "Because you didn't abandon the blood of Daoist Feng during your escape, little friend, you are a person who values ​​love and righteousness."

"It just so happens that this seat is also this kind of person, and I can't tolerate the arrogance of mere night demons."

His righteous words made Yu Kang weep with joy.

"The innate origin, the corpse of the eighth-order giant spirit, the night demon sage with three heads who changed his realm... He Dehe Neng, this seat, has encountered such an opportunity again!"

Feeling agitated in his heart, Chen Ping wished that the Great Sage Night Demon would come to the door as soon as possible.

His dead anger has become a Dao seed.

Even if they couldn't keep all of them, they could show their strength and kill one or two Night Demon Great Sages without any difficulty.

……

Just when Chen Ping was only a few sticks of incense away, from the other side of the deep sea, the sky suddenly darkened.

A cloud of multicolored poisonous gas rolled and settled.

The speed was so fast, with one scroll, it reached the surface of the sea where Chen Ping captured the Ninth Son.

Then the five-colored poisonous gas suddenly converged, transforming into a three-foot-tall night demon power.

After a few breaths, Yemo Dasheng's eyes surged with anger, and he quickly swept around.

"If you dare to kill my bloodline, no matter who it is, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will definitely tear you out of your body!"

The great sage Yemo let out a low growl, Fajue pinched repeatedly, and a gust of evil wind drifted into the distance.

An hour later.

Another night devil with similar stature landed in the air.

"Why, the Ninth Son is dead?"

Later, the Great Sage Night Demon said indifferently.

"Where is the third brother! I also summoned it."

"The third brother is refining Old Feng of the Yueshan League, so he has no time to come and help."

"The person who rescued the remnants of the Yueshan League is most likely another one of the same rank. In order to prevent the ship from capsizing in the gutter, the three saints of the night demon clan must unite and take revenge!"

After finishing speaking, the great sage Night Demon, whose blood was dead, slapped his chest and issued another summons.

Soon, No.3 night magic search came.

There was a hint of displeasure on its face.

"Come with me!"

"That man was under the death curse of the night demon clan, and he couldn't escape!"

As soon as his face turned livid, four black feathers appeared from behind the Great Sage Night Demon, flapping heavily, chasing after the black air transformed by the power of the curse.

……

A cliff cave that is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the three Night Demon Saints.

"Really one spiritual root?"

With a swipe of Chen Ping's palm, he attracted the drowsy Young Master Feng.

This sub-level is nothing more than the pinnacle of transforming gods.

But the strength of the soul is half a chip higher than that of him in the same realm in the past.

This is the benefit of transforming the true spirit root.

Moreover, the supernatural power of the true spirit root will also be greatly enhanced.

With a sinking mind, Chen Ping locked on the son's bone for marrying immortals.

The appearance of the external spiritual root is the appearance of Feng boy himself, so there is nothing unusual about it.

Chen Ping was startled by the trace of aura contained in the key spiritual root.

At the entrance to the secret realm of the ancient gods, he was almost crushed and killed by the real child's sword energy.

The power of this sword is still fresh in his memory, and he will never forget it in his life.

"Could it be that senior Tai Yi is still alive?"

Chen Ping was startled suddenly.

Before, it was the Coral Seal of Crossing the Sky that enlightened the true spiritual root!
Unless the consciousness of the real fairy is transferred, and the real child sword is re-selected.

Otherwise it cannot be explained.

Calculating in this way, Wu Meixi, who received the inheritance far away in the secret realm, has awakened the True Immortal Taiyi?

"There are coral seal fragments in the ancient mysterious realm, and the chance of the real child sword appeared again."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and had a guess in his heart.

Could the last owner of the True Child Sword be the True Immortal Taiyi?

But when he sensed the dementor seal in the Sea of ​​Knowledge of the Great Sage of Shenyang, everything was normal.

Wu Meixi's current state is still a mystery.

"If the true one spiritual root can start to be born again in the heaven and earth, I'm sure that day is not far away."

Staring at Boy Feng, Chen Ping's eyes shone brightly.

Kendo talent, fake!
Lei Dao talent, like a cub is not worth mentioning.

Yin and Yang rule talent, it's hard to say.

Only the talent of the soul dao, which uses itself as the dao seed, can be called the forefront of the world.

It is no exaggeration to say that his aptitude in this way is so amazing that he crushed the Feng boy under his feet.

If this does not become a true spiritual root, there will definitely be tricks in the operation of the rules of heaven.

"wake up!"

Chen Ping uttered inspiration, intending to wake up Feng boy.

But at the next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he unconsciously swept towards a Taihe bottle in his dantian.

"Boom!"

With the sound of a melodious drum, a boxy object emerged from the Taihe bottle without Chen Ping calling it!

The seal he imposed couldn't stop half of it at all.

A creepy feeling crept into his heart, Chen Ping grabbed around without thinking, trying to leave his original position.

But what's even more frightening is that he, a mighty man who can move hundreds of thousands of miles of space with a wave of his hand, actually failed to cast a spell!

At this moment, the surroundings of his body were filled with a strange aura, which bound him firmly to one area.

Chen Ping suddenly felt cold.

What suddenly floated in front of him was the green snare drum buried under the ground cover after exchanging the Chaos Space Orb!
He went back and forth and tested multiple times.

The power of this drum is probably equivalent to that of a magic weapon.

But it never expected that at this moment, the color of the sky changed, and the momentum of the wind and the cloud turned backwards broke out.

"Boom"

"Boom"

The green bongos sounded without anyone pushing it.

The soul-stirring drum sound was so passionate that it shook the world.

"It must be related to Boy Feng!"

Chen Ping's eyes showed horror, listening to the green snare drum beating harder and harder.

In the end, the rhythm changed quickly, and it exploded with a "bang".

A green mist like a living thing enveloped Chen Ping in an instant.

And his body was turned upside down strangely.

Head nodding, feet flying!
Then, under the ear-shattering sound, in the spiritual root of the Feng surname Huashen, a crack that penetrated the sword energy suddenly opened.

In the unclear cracks, the majestic power of space is released.

The green mist from the self-shattering of the snare drum gathered together and overflowed into the crack of the spiritual root.

Then, a door that seemed to be opened by a key appeared brilliantly.

The opening and closing are in the root of the true spirit of Feng's surname Huashen.

The changes disappeared in the blink of an eye, and before Chen Ping had time to think about his thoughts, he was sucked in with a strange figure.

In an instant, everything returned to its original state.

A strange scene appeared in the Yangchang cave.

Chen Ping stood on his head, obviously still in place.

But the real body was sent into the space tunnel, and I don't know how many billions of miles it was flipped.

It was exactly the same as Wu Meixi's experience!
……

At the same time, after Chen Ping was forcibly brought into the spiritual root crack, the first thing he saw clearly made his hands and feet cold.

The crescent-shaped arc hole constantly changes the sky and stars.

The powerful sword energy everywhere surged wildly, tumbling and erratic.

This is exactly the sky hole on the body of the True Child Sword!

"Whoosh!"

Then, Chen Ping stepped into it involuntarily, and his figure disappeared.

He entered a space-time tunnel.

There are dense and countless sword qi floating around.

Staring down, his expression set off a stormy sea.

Just now, the place passing by in a blink of an eye is Danxing between Kun Xinghai and Yuan Xinghai!
What kind of space jumping technique is this?

Seven sloughs?

Eight sloughs!

Nine sloughs?

Chen Ping's heart tightened.

Glancing again, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

In the second breath, he seemed to float across time and stars...

In this way, within a few breaths of silent counting, Chen Ping shuttled through dozens of star lands and broke through countless space barriers.

Then he plunged into the bottomless darkness.

To be honest, with his current attainments in space dao, he doesn't know where he has come.

In just the tenth breath, a circular hole appeared at the end of the passage.

"The hole in the ground on the real child's sword!"

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Chen Ping's body was drawn into the hole like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

……

This is an extremely empty space.

Under the naked eye and the soul, the emptiness makes people panic.

Chen Ping felt that his body had turned into nothingness.

With a slight movement of the feet, the whole person is like moving countless thousands of miles, so light and weightless.

But he clearly felt a wave of strange fluctuations sweeping across his body.

"Boom"

"Boom!"

At this moment, Chen Ping felt dizzy as he was walking alone in the wilderness with countless thunderclaps in his ears.

He looked around, and a green mist lingered endlessly.

This is the powder of the broken green snare drum!

Soon, Chen Ping discovered something else.

Every time he stays here, the green powder will melt for no reason.

It's like entering the ancient god clan's secret place, you need to smear and consume the ancient god's blood.

"Xiao Zhong?"

With a thought, Chen Ping called out.

However, there was no response.

"Big Gray?"

"Toad?"

His tentative contact.

But just like before, the soul and mana seemed to be blocked by an inexplicable force, unable to mobilize the slightest.

"Jinzhu, the eternal God!"

However, after Chen Ping could clearly feel the golden beads in his body, Chen Ping calmed down a bit.

He flew straight up.

"This is?"

In the distance, Chen Ping saw a figure about a thousand feet tall standing with his back facing him.

The blue hair on his head flickered endlessly, roaring and falling down like raging waterfalls.

Chen Ping's heart was shaken. Although the other party was motionless, he was filled with a sense of conviction.

"Turn over!"

"Turn around and see his real face!"

An unstoppable desire arose spontaneously, and Chen Ping leaned forward with reverence in his heart.

The blue-haired figure has an extremely broad body.

An endless stream of power was released.

He was upset several times and wanted to kowtow on the spot.

The next moment, Chen Ping stumbled to the front, looking up at the stalwart man.

Human race!

A Taoist whose whole body is in pieces.

The face was blurred, and the body was broken into at least a hundred thousand pieces of different sizes.

Not a single drop of blood emerged from the hideous wound.

Instead, it is covered with colorful energy.

These energies are like the silk threads that sewed this person together, shimmering with divine light, incomparably mysterious.

The only place where the blood is stained is the ten fingers of both hands.

The ten pieces of fingernails seemed to be broken off by something, and disappeared.

"His?"

Sweeping his tattered fingers, Chen Ping subconsciously took a breath.

The nails of this existence can't be placed in the golden beads, right?

Then the identity of this Taoist is ready to be revealed!

"Impossible, the nails in the golden bead will make me lose my soul as soon as I get close to them. The coercion of this corpse is far inferior."

Chen Ping was startled by a thought, and after seeing something in his eyes, his heart burst out with passion and greed.

In the Taoist's right hand, he held a green stone broad sword that was slashing towards the sky.

On it, the sky hole and the ground hole are distinct.

True child sword!
Chen Ping was short of breath, and immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.

Thousands of years ago, this sword killed him!
Looking at this situation, the Taoist with blue hair is the real culprit?
"Zizi"

At this moment, the mist on Taoist's physical face swirled and opened to both sides.

"Live!"

Chen Ping turned pale with shock, and looked back tremblingly while fleeing deeper.

Immediately, he was completely dumbfounded.

His expression froze, frozen in disbelief.

"I?"

"He!"

"Me and him?"

Chen Ping's eyes widened, his shoulders and fingers kept shaking.

His facial features were shattered, but he could still vaguely see the person's face.

Even if you kill him, you don't want to believe that the Taoist Qianzhang in this weird space is actually Lu Yu from his previous life.

The one who is stuck in the false alchemy realm and cannot advance!

When the golden core was successfully condensed after seizing the house, Chen Ping forgot about his previous identity.

But I never thought that today, the memories will be brought back again!

It's still such a shocking way!
"Am I the reincarnation of the Supreme One True Immortal?"

Even with the facts in front of his eyes, Chen Ping still felt absurd.

If it is that kind of unparalleled background, why is it that you still practice bumps and bumps, without the temperament of a real fairy at all?

To be offensive, even if he arranges to be reincarnated in the peak realm of refinement, he will not lose too much at present.

"Golden beads!"

"Is the golden bead an auxiliary thing arranged by myself?"

All of a sudden, Chen Ping was enlightened and knew everything.

Gradually, a trace of great sadness appeared on his face.

Who on earth knocked down True Immortal Taiyi to this point?

The more unknown the more terrifying!
However, Chen Ping's emotions only fermented for a short while, and there was a burst of fluctuations in his body.

The mist of the green snare drum has run out!

Before he even had time to continue observing, he was thrown out the same way by the power of space that swept everything.

When Chen Ping completely disappeared in this space, the stunned blue-haired Taoist suddenly smiled sinisterly as if hallucinating.

The minced flesh of the face quickly reorganized.

In an instant, it changed countless times.

Among these hundreds or hundreds of billions of faces, there are Gu Sixian, Liang Yingzhuo, Xue Yun, Chen Xiangwen, etc., people that Chen Ping knew well on his way.

But more are unfamiliar faces.

Without exception, they are all human beings born in the Yuanyan Islands of the Great Thousand Realm in the past 10 years!
All of them were transformed into Taoist's appearance.

If one does not fall, it seems to be in reincarnation!

Eventually, his features began to blur again.

All around, the appalling silence returned.

……

Jin Hanhai practice world.

A purple-robed man fell down and merged with the inverted phantom.

In just thirty or forty breaths, Chen Ping traveled back and forth across the sea of ​​stars.

What happened in the mysterious space made him feel like a dream!
But the disappearance of the green snare drum reminded him of the authenticity of all that.

Clutching his chest, Chen Ping sat down slowly.

There were tears in his eyes.

"I was really immortal in that life, but I was murdered by others!"

"Climbing to the top, climbing to the top, what's the point?"

Anger and sadness intertwined, Chen Ping gritted his teeth, maintaining a calm attitude.

After uncovering his life experience, he was a little convinced.

Jinzhu is obviously Taiyi Zhenxian's backhand before he sits and transforms.

In his previous life, he had repeatedly failed in crossing the Golden Core Tribulation, and it was also for crossing the Duoshe Tribulation and obtaining the supreme blessing after the Tribulation.

In this way, he can break through Taiyi's supernatural powers back then!
The mystery from beginning to end seems to be solved once.

"But I am who I am. No matter how powerful I was in that life, it's already gone."

"Keep your original intention, and prove the true immortal again!"

It took Chen Ping a long time to calm down his chest heaving, before he managed to calm down the waves in his heart.

But after calming down and thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.

Why did Zhen Tongjian want to put him to death in the first place?
Could it be that he killed himself!

Perhaps only by returning to that mysterious space can we thoroughly understand the ins and outs.

"This kid Feng can't die."

Squinting at the Huashen on the soles of his feet, Chen Ping thought to himself.

He wants to return to the place where Taiyi's body is, and the spiritual root of Taiyi and the weird thing like a green snare drum are indispensable.

However, there must go again until the cause and effect are clarified.

The body of a real fairy, the sword of a real child, whatever it is, is enough to drive the cultivation world crazy.

Your own things must never be touched by anyone!
"Strange, why was that junior Wu Meixi not here just now?"

Chen Ping frowned.

Maybe you have finished accepting the inheritance?

When he was thinking about it, his expression suddenly changed, his sleeves shook, and a primordial flame shot towards the sky.

Split at a height of about a hundred feet.

Immediately, a flaming [-]-foot fire suit stretched out to cover the sky and the sun, covering the entire cliff.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

At the same time, two black spikes the size of a palace protruded from the void, and collided firmly with the supernatural power of the fire dao.

Between the earth-shattering loud noises, a glaring dizziness and fluctuations were released, and the entire void collapsed.

"Three Night Demon Saints!"

Yu Kang shrank his neck in horror and ran into the cave.

"Don't panic, it's just the three little guys who came to the door, I will come back as soon as I go."

A figure in front of him flashed by, and Chen Ping lifted the mist lightly and calmly.

His expression was like a pool of stagnant water.

It seems that the three night demon saints who attacked were regarded as ants!
Yu Kang was dumbfounded, mixed with surprise and doubt.

The senses given to him by this senior were actually sublimated to the point where a mountain stands tall.

He unconsciously murmured:

"In just a short moment, why did Chen Sheng's temperament turn upside down?"