Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 160
"What kind of spiritual fire is this!"

Yu Hugu's face was distorted, and his shrill scream resounded from the top of the cliff. The purple-blue flame that looked like a maggot attached to the bone completely ignited half of his body at once.

"what?"

Although Chen Ping was fighting with Meng Liangyuan, his spiritual consciousness had been paying attention to Yu Hugu all the time, and he saw an emerald green light burst out from the man's chest, struggling to resist the dry blue and purple flames, and finally slightly stopped the spread of the fire.

The defense of wood attribute skills is unique, and generally has not weak self-healing ability.

Therefore, even with Qian Lanziyan's ferociousness, he would not be able to achieve full power in a short while.

"what!"

Yu Hugu had a dignified expression, he held his mother's sword in his backhand, and slashed down at his collarbone, cutting off his flaming left arm.

Next, he scattered a few drops of blood without hesitation, grabbed the mother sword with his right hand and flew into the sky.

"Want to escape?"

Chen Ping smiled coldly, sacrificed several colorful talismans, and threw them directly at Yu Hugu.

This is his inventory before foundation building, all of them are second-level attack talismans, and there is even a medium-grade Lihuohai prison talisman.

With just one throw, ten thousand spirit stones evaporated invisible, but he didn't regret it.

It is reluctant that the child cannot catch the wolf.

Yu Hugu's net worth is quite high, which is enough to make up for his loss.

"boom!"

Several miles away in the sky, spiritual powers of various attributes were raging crazily, and the surrounding area was blown up into a mass of ruins. Yu Hugu himself was instantly turned into nothingness in the sea of ​​flames from the Lihuo Hell Talisman, as if he had never been there before. There is no trace left in this world.

A shiny ring fell down rapidly, and with a thought, Chen Ping wrapped it tightly with his huge spiritual consciousness, and pulled it together with the twin swords of son and mother.

"Little evil!"

Meng Liangyuan couldn't help being frightened and angry. This guy was in the midst of a fierce battle with him, and he dared to ask him to collect the spoils, so he really didn't take him seriously.

"Bah!"

Taking advantage of Chen Ping's distraction, Meng Liangyuan sacrificed the moon-absorbing bag again, and swallowed the Phoenix feather sword again in one gulp.

Then, his complexion turned pale, and he quickly took a recovery pill.

Although the moon-absorbing bag is a top-grade spiritual tool with powerful functions, it consumes a lot of mana every time it is activated. Even if he is in the late stage of foundation establishment, he can only operate it a few times.

Losing his sense of Feng Lingjian, Chen Ping didn't panic, instead he sneered and said, "Friend Daoist Meng, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The best spiritual weapon has always been exclusive to Dzogchen monks, and even a very small number of casual cultivators who have just entered Yuandan will use the best spiritual weapon when fighting the enemy.

There is no other reason, the higher the level of the magic weapon, the more mana it consumes, and it cannot last at all.

"Death!"

Meng Liangyuan scolded, and a wheel-shaped spiritual weapon flew out of the storage ring. It looked somewhat similar to Nanli Wheel, but it didn't have the sharp teeth extending around.

"Wan Huo Lun, go!"

Infused with spiritual power, this round erupted into a faint red, and strands of half-finger-long flames burst out all over the body. The faint red swayed, making the air sizzling.

"Playing with fire in front of me?"

Chen Ping's voice was like a bell, but his expression showed a trace of solemnity. The flames of the Ten Thousand Fire Wheels rushing towards him were lingering, the wind was scorching, and the full blow of the high-grade spiritual weapon might not be easy to deal with.

Concentrating on his dantian, the spiritual acupoints in Chen Ping's body lit up one after another, his shirt was torn open suddenly, his fleshy palms swelled several times, and they were all covered with a layer of strange purple-blue flames.

Then, the dry blue and purple flame in the palm was pulled away directly, turning into a pair of phantoms several feet high.

This phantom is as real as it is, and it seems to be carrying a thousand-weight force, forcibly shaking the ground within a radius of half a mile nearby by three inches.

"go with!"

With just a wave of Chen Ping's arms, Wan Huolun was crumbling.

The monstrous flame palm of Dacheng realm, in terms of pure destructive power, is far above the extinct flame finger!

"kill!"

Gritting his teeth, Meng Liangyuan pointed at Wanhuolun, and a huge amount of spiritual power swarmed in. Immediately, the flames on this wheel surged again, shooting up to a height of three feet, and the scorching breath seemed to dry up the whole world.

"Rumble..."

The roar is loud!
The phantom of the palm of the flame shattered in an instant, turning into strands of dark red air intertwined with the flames generated by the Wanhuo wheel, and bursting one after another.

After more than ten breaths of stalemate like this, the entire body of Wanhuolun was surrounded by the shadow of the palm, and its flame became more and more dim under the flourishing blue and purple flames. Finally, there was a mournful "woo", and all spiritual power was lost, "Kang Dang" It fell to the ground.

"What, what kind of secret technique is this? Ten thousand fire wheels are vulnerable!"

Meng Liangyuan turned pale with shock. His natal spiritual weapon was no match for a fire-attribute magical power?
However, he couldn't allow him to think too much right now, ten feet away, a pair of dark red blood-like palms pressed forward, his fingers moved slightly, and a gray whirlpool of air enveloped his figure.

"Zizi"

The monstrous flame palm bombarded the vortex, blowing up countless flames, metal and iron clashing, and thunder falling side by side. With this as the origin, sand and rocks flew around, and the sun and the moon were dark.

After more than ten breaths, the explosion in the middle finally stopped. Chen Pingfei took a closer look from the ground, and saw that Meng Liangyuan was standing in the center of the deep pit, but his whole body was covered with blood, and no part of his clothes was intact. Obviously, he had been severely injured. trauma.

"It is undeniable that your strength is beyond my imagination."

Meng Liangyuan's face was waxy, his lips were purple, his gray beard was trembling, and his eyes, sunken in the eye sockets, looked straight at Chen Ping like a pair of beads.

At this point, he had long since given up the idea of ​​escaping.

This kid's supernatural powers are terrifying, and he can surpass him in the early stage of foundation establishment. If Chen Ping is allowed to grow up, the Meng family will be destroyed in his hands.

"He must be killed!"

Meng Liangyuan's heart was full of murderous intent, and he took a deep breath resolutely. At the same time, his divine sense probed into the storage ring.

As the former Yuan Dan power of the Meng family, their ancestors also passed down a few life-saving cards.

Relying on those treasures, the Meng family turned the tide and avoided the catastrophe of genocide many times.

However, after hundreds of years, there were only two third-level medium-grade talismans left.

He carried one with him, and kept the other in the family to suppress luck.

"Let's die together!"

Meng Liangyuan laughed crazily. Although he could barely activate the third-level talisman, the aftermath of the energy released alone was not something a foundation-builder could resist.

"hey-hey!"

Chen Ping was expressionless and stared at him from a distance. Just before his laughter stopped, a ghostly shadow seemed to teleport across a space of tens of feet, and tightly clamped his wrist.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Ping was careful to guard against Meng Liangyuan's dying counterattack.

The Mo Luo Dunying Step blessed by the blood essence moved to Meng Liangyuan's side in the blink of an eye, just like the teleportation magic power of a golden core monk.

Then, a divine power comparable to that of a Dzogchen monk rushed into his mind, and Meng Liangyuan felt his eyes go dark, his five senses trembled, and then dazed, the third-level talisman had appeared in Chen Ping's hands.

"Reincarnate, Great Elder Meng!"

Chen Ping's voice was indifferent, and the palm mixed with dry blue and purple flames pressed down hard on his heart.

"boom!"

In a boulder hundreds of feet away, Meng Liangyuan was inlaid straight like a work of art, his eyes bulged, and his body twitched non-stop. Then, a purple-blue flame rose from his chest and burned him to ashes.

(End of this chapter)