Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 127 Killing and Building the Foundation

Seeing more than a dozen Foundation Establishment seniors rushing out first, the more than 100 Qi training monks gathered by the door couldn't hold back immediately.

All kinds of spiritual powers with different auras appeared and released, rushing towards the outside of the hall.

Chen Ping hid in the inconspicuous middle section, followed the crowd and rushed out of the Qianxiu Hall.

The formation formed by twenty sword cultivators on the white jade pillar was majestic.

It made him faintly feel a strong threat.

During the short distance of a hundred feet, his mind was highly concentrated, and his thoughts communicated with Feng Lingjian. If there was anything wrong, he would violently resist.

But the strange thing is that Jin Wufang and Jin Bihan just looked bad, and didn't try to stop them.

"I guessed maliciously."

Chen Ping heaved a sigh of relief. It seems that the Jin family did not dare to offend hundreds of cultivation forces at once.

"Little friend, there will be a time later."

A gentle and watery sound transmission entered his ears, and Chen Ping grinned at Jin Bihan, then quickened his pace and walked away from the Qianxiu Hall.

……

After four days and nights, he finally escaped.

Standing at the gate of Fangshi, Chen Ping chose a direction and strode out of the city.

"Brat, I got you."

Just as Chen Ping walked away for a while, a sallow and thin old man appeared from the rockery, the murderous look in his eyes was like a blade, and it disappeared in a flash.

Song Sheng, the owner of Juya Island.

He planned to follow Qin Dong to snatch the Xingxing Pavilion, but after thinking about it, he flew halfway and turned back.

The treasures in the Zhaixing Pavilion are worth hundreds of thousands, but there are more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators who went there this time.

He is mere in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he is the bottom of the team. Don't get much property and lose his life instead.

So, Song Sheng put his mind on Chen Ping.

This kid has the confidence to bid for the foundation pill, which means he has at least [-] to [-] spirit stones on him.

A big fat sheep!
Song Sheng didn't hide the greed in his eyes, licked his upper lip, and followed Chen Ping's back closely.

……

"Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world. I will get rid of this evil for the cultivation world today."

Chen Ping felt cold in his heart, but there was nothing strange on his face.

The coverage of his spiritual consciousness surpassed the general initial stage of foundation establishment.

Just now a cold and familiar aura followed him like a shadow, and Chen Ping immediately knew that it was Song Sheng who was following him.

Since the old guy is not willing to die, let him be promoted to immortality.

After leaving Jinrui City, Chen Ping rushed all the way to the ferry.

"what."

While walking, he twitched his brows, and the snake-like aura behind him suddenly disappeared.

Chen Ping looked around and immediately understood.

All around was flat ground, even if Song Sheng thought about it, he didn't dare to follow him too blatantly.

In order to determine whether Song Sheng had other means to find him, Chen Ping flicked his sleeves, turned around and rushed to a mountain forest dozens of miles away.

More than two quarters later.

Ten feet away, densely packed old trees rose from the ground, and it was so gray that no light could be seen inside.

Just when Chen Ping was about to get in, a gust of consciousness descended from the sky without any disguise, enveloping him in it.

A yellow-faced old man floated down from the sky, with a thin figure, who else could it be besides Song Sheng?
"Boy, how did you find out about this old man?"

Song Sheng said coldly.

Chen Ping suddenly changed his path and wanted to escape into this ancient forest, but he obviously found him following him.

But Heisho has a keen sense of smell, even if he fled into the ancient forest, Song Sheng could catch him consciously.

"That's how it was discovered."

Chen Ping stood on the spot calmly, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and then, a stronger sense of consciousness was released from the soul, breaking through Song Sheng's imprisonment.

"You... the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!"

Song Sheng was so frightened that he immediately retreated a few feet away, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

This kid's spiritual consciousness is a level higher than him, obviously at the level of the middle stage of foundation establishment!

Could it be that he hit the iron board?
This kid is actually in the Foundation Establishment Realm?
While he was in a state of panic, Chen Ping was already holding the Feng Ling Sword, mana was injected into it instantly, and then a large piece of extremely bright red light flew out, which blurred for a while and turned into sixteen identical swords lotus.

The second form of Qinglian Sixteen Cutting Sword Jue, the sword energy is like a lotus.

Song Sheng is a solid foundation-building monk, and ordinary methods can't cause the slightest damage to him, so it's better to use the Qinglian swordsmanship at the bottom of the box immediately!

Now he has advanced to the ninth level of Qi training, and with the help of the spiritual weapon Fengling Sword, he directly evolved sixteen graceful sword lotuses.

Back then, when he beheaded Tao Tianqi, he had to use Mo Luo's forbidden spell to achieve this kind of power.

The sword lotus swayed out of thin air, standing gracefully, like a lotus pond with green light and emerald shadows, moving rapidly towards Song Sheng.

"Are you Jianxiu?"

Song Sheng was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly circulated his whole body's mana, and in an instant, a brown linen cloth flew out of his chest.

I saw the brown linen cloth magnified in the blink of an eye, enveloping his whole body.

"呲呲"

There was a piercing sound of rubbing around, and Qinglian's sword energy hit the linen cloth without any surprise.

The sackcloth is like a soft thing, but after being infused with mana, it seems to become a soft yet rigid barrier, and Qinglian's little sword can't penetrate any further after only a little bit.

"A mid-grade defensive spirit weapon."

Chen Ping was a little surprised, and immediately poured [-]% of his mana into Feng Ling Sword.

"boom!"

Qinglian's sword energy radiated brightly, and she poked at the same position of the linen spiritual weapon more than ten times in a row.

Although the Feng Ling Sword is a low-grade spiritual weapon, thanks to the excellent material of the main body, the actual power of this sword is comparable to that of a middle-grade killing spirit weapon.

After only a moment of effort, there was already a not-so-obvious white mark on the linen cloth.

"So you're not a foundation cultivator!"

Song Sheng touched it at close range, and immediately showed a hint of ecstasy.

This Qinglian swordsmanship is particularly powerful, but what drives the sword moves is the gaseous spiritual power.

If it was a real monk of the same level, he would have been killed instantly.

"Yes or no, the ending will not change!"

Chen Ping responded indifferently, sixteen sword lotuses synthesized a blue giant sword, and flew out at the same time as the flaming Phoenix Sword, and the two swords submerged Song Sheng together.

"boom!"

The two sharp swords tore apart the sackcloth spiritual weapon from the point to the surface, and then smashed down non-stop again, and the target was Song Sheng behind.

"Condensation Shield!"

But Song Shenggao shouted, and a blood-colored light shield wrapped around his body.

Then a talisman began to emit red light slowly, and began to wander around him regularly.

"bang bang bang"

There were muffled sounds one after another, and under the blessing of the talisman, the light shield withstood this thunderous blow.

Chen Ping let out a light "Huh", and was greatly surprised by this.

It seems that the reason should be related to this red talisman.

"Cough cough!"

Song Sheng's face was extremely pale at the moment, and a trace of blood flowed from his teeth while coughing violently.

The little devil destroyed his defensive spirit weapon in just a few moves, and he was slightly injured.

Is this really something a qi cultivator can do?
"He won't be reincarnated by some powerful person?"

Song Sheng seemed to have poked a nerve, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately extinguished this outrageous idea.

(End of this chapter)