Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 312
The sea breeze is gentle, and the sound of the waves is faint.

The glowing red sunset is half in the sea and half in the air, with large expanses of golden light floating wantonly, and the sky is dyed red by the sunset glow.

A rainbow of light burst out from the sky, and it stood on the beach in just the blink of an eye.

Huacai pulled back, and a man in blue shirt showed his figure, holding two blood-stained male cultivators in his hand.

"Pu Yuanhao's death, the Pu family should have received the bad news immediately, and it seems unnecessary to keep these two little guys for delay."

Chen Ping was thinking about it secretly, and when he looked down, a icy coldness appeared on his face.

The two people lying on the sand, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, were the majestic young master of the Deng family, Deng Chenhuan, and his servant Chen Wei.

After deciding their fate in an instant, Chen Ping was covered in black light, and he held Deng Chenhuan's head firmly with one hand, and performed the Sky Night Soul Search Technique.

Deng Chenhuan, who was soul-searched, seemed to feel the pain even when he was in a coma, his face was distorted, his eyes were rolling, and his whole body was trembling.

A moment later, his body suddenly shook violently, a stream of black blood flowed from his ears and nose at the same time, he groaned unconsciously, and passed out completely.

Chen Ping frowned, and a purple-blue flame burst out from his five fingers, turning the person in his hand into ashes.

The moment Deng Chenhuan lost his mind and soul, a huge blue eye formed without warning on the spot, aimed at the surroundings, spun around rapidly, and then collapsed into nothingness.

During the whole process, Chen Ping didn't stop him, and stood with his hands behind his back, letting his blue eyes peep.

It seems that Deng Chenhuan stored a trace of his soul in a piece of high-grade soul jade during his lifetime.

Following his death, the soul jade split open and sent back the scene of his fall.

However, this method seems magical, but in fact it is rather tasteless.

The murderer only needs to change his face a little, and he will lose the tracking effect.

Therefore, compared with ordinary soul cards, the price of high-level soul jades still cannot widen the gap.

Of course, soul cards and soul jade are only low-level treasures.

In Chen Ping's previous life, he heard that some core figures in the top Nascent Soul Sect had their souls stored in the soul-chasing orb.

This thing is a kind of strange treasure, which can intercept the breath of all creatures within the peeping range.

The soul-chasing orb is obviously more practical, even if it is disguised and changed, it can't change the innate aura of life.

This is also one of the reasons why accidents rarely happen to the core disciples of the big forces.

Without full confidence, who would dare to ignore Yuanying Patriarch's pursuit?

However, the cost of creating a soul-chasing orb is no less than a spiritual treasure. Even in the top sects like giants, only a very small number of monks are worthy of using this object to store their souls.

At least in the sea of ​​corpses and blood that Chen Ping killed, he has never encountered such a person.

Watching the blue eyes disappear blankly, Chen Ping took a storage ring from Deng Chenhuan's ashes, then he closed his eyes gently, digesting the person's memory little by little.

The grade of Tianxiao's soul search technique is acceptable, and his soul power is far superior to Deng Chenhuan's. The memory of the birth of this person's self-consciousness is being fully absorbed by him.

To say that this Young Master Deng is really a veritable playboy.

Deng Chenhuan's biological father and mother are both half-step Yuandan level powerhouses, and his grandfather and uncle are the two masters of the waters of Kongming Island.

This Deng Chenhuan himself is also a top-grade gold and fire spiritual root. Under the premise of no worries about resources, he has only cultivated to the late stage of foundation establishment after a hundred years.

The reason is clear at a glance, more than half of this person's cultivation time is wasted on seeking pleasure.

Deng Chenhuan had broken through so many fortresses in his life, and the complexity of the tricks made Chen Ping dumbfounded.

After eliminating irrelevant memories with an ugly face, Chen Ping continued to search for the information he wanted to know.

"The little guy is actually carrying two Tier [-] ores."

After half an incense stick, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes.

There was a hint of excitement in my heart, which was a surprise.

Deng Chenhuan did not come to Bazhu Island this time to participate in the auction on purpose.

Under the orders of his grandfather Deng Fengcheng, he went to the Fire Smelting League to forge a Taoist artifact, and those two pieces of fourth-order ore were one of the main materials provided by the Deng family.

Knowing that he had offended monk Yuandan during the auction, Deng Chenhuan was also extremely cautious, and did not hand over the precious materials to the master craftsman of the Fire Smelting League, lest he be targeted by Chen Ping.

But people are not as good as heaven, and the materials for making Taoist artifacts eventually fell into Chen Ping's hands.

"What a Shangguanjin."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.

Previously, Shangguanjin made it clear that he did not know the purpose of Deng Chenhuan's visit to the Fire Smelting League.

But in Young Master Deng's memory, the two exchanged about when to refine the Dao Artifact.

Shangguanjin was obviously not telling the truth.

Chen Ping could probably guess this person's scruples, it was just that he was afraid that he would take advantage of the money and kill people to seize treasures and drag Ye Huomeng into the water.

But Shangguanjin couldn't imagine that Yang Fanying, who had broken through the Yuan Dan realm, had already been possessed by a spiritual plant.

If he didn't step in, after the sky vine devoured the vitality of leader Yang, he would never let go of these ready-made foundation building nutrients.

Chen Ping naturally did not allow Tianqiongteng to subvert the Fire Smelting Alliance.

If you think about running a human power with all your heart and soul, you probably won't be too interested in Tianzhu Vine.

This is part of his follow-up plan after the Deng family is settled, and then the industry of the Smelting Fire League will be packaged and received.

Originally, Chen Ping had a pretty good impression of Shangguanjin, and even had the idea of ​​letting him take over as the next leader of the Fire Smelting League.

It's a pity that this guy is not obedient enough for the time being, and he will have to beat him hard in the future before making a conclusion.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, there were bursts of violent coughing at his feet. Chen Ping squinted and found that Chen Wei was awake.

This son was seriously injured by the aftermath of Qinglian's sword energy, and too much blood was lost, causing him to fall into a deep coma.

The moment before Chen Wei woke up, Chen Ping's spiritual power turned and he regained his own appearance.

Vaguely seeing a figure looking at him, Chen Wei's heart skipped a beat as his thoughts connected with the memory before coma.

Regardless of the severe pain in his body, he struggled to get up on his knees, kowtowed, and cried bitterly: "Old Ancestor...forgive me, Chen Wei was obsessed with ghosts for a while, and fled privately with the family's public property, an unforgivable crime... ... Please, the ancestors, give this junior a chance to reform. The junior has low supernatural powers, but at least he is building a foundation, and he is willing to serve as a pawn for the family in the rest of his life to make up for his mistakes."

"Old Ancestor, I never felt that you did anything wrong."

Chen Ping patted Chen Wei on the shoulder, and said something that made him extremely surprised.

"Ancestor..."

Chen Wei didn't understand why, so he panted and said intermittently: "This junior is wrong, this junior was blinded by greed and desire..."

Chen Ping smiled lightly, stopped his defense, and said leisurely: "I'm a low-grade spiritual root. If you don't pay attention to it, you have no hope of building a foundation. You abscond with resources. This is your only chance to break free from the wheel of fate."

"If you change places, the ancestor will choose the same path as you."

"Even if the future is full of thorns and thorns, don't we monks just have an aggressive heart to do whatever it takes?"

"But……"

Suddenly, Chen Ping's tone changed, and he said coldly: "You shouldn't, you shouldn't. After building the foundation by chance, you have been wandering around for many years, and you don't have any plans to plead guilty to the Hui family."

"Ruthless and ungrateful, unfaithful and unfilial, these are the extreme evils of your nature, not simply right and wrong."

The sharp eyes of the dual-energy frozen volcano swept over, Chen Wei felt that something was wrong, and desperately mobilized the mana in his body, but all efforts were useless.

How could he easily break the seal arranged by monk Yuandan.

Without the blessing of mana and spiritual consciousness, he is worse than a strong mortal at this time.

"According to the family rules, foundation-building cultivators are exempt from capital punishment."

Chen Ping folded his hands behind his back and said with a sneer: "But I want to rejuvenate the family, so it is absolutely impossible for me to let future generations follow suit. Go down and reunite with your own brother. He has been lonely for many years."

Then, with Chen Wei's terrified expression, a finger passed through his eyebrows, directly crushing the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The body fell down, smashing a shallow hole in the sand under the feet.

After taking away the belongings from the corpse, Chen Ping hit a fireball into the pit without any disturbance.

Since then, the two brothers Chen Xintong and Chen Wei have all died under his hands.

The elderly Chen Jinsong was placed under house arrest in Fuge Mountain and was not allowed to have contact with his clansmen.

The daughter-in-law Chen Dieyu also had a bumpy road to immortality. Under Chen Ping's pressure, although this daughter is the elder of the family, her status is not even comparable to that of the deacon Chen Qiudong.

A line that was supposed to be prosperous, but it was bad luck to meet Chen Ping.

Regardless of what Chen Ping said was high-sounding, Chen Wei was condemned to death with righteousness.

The real situation is that he feels that Chen Wei has no use value at all.

There is a difficult thunder attribute spiritual power in this person's body, presumably it is the prohibition similar to spider web and blood mark that the senior members of the Deng family entered to control him.

Chen Ping tested it before, but it's not impossible to get rid of it.

However, the process of performing the technique took at least a year, and at the critical moment of the war between the two clans, Chen Ping would not have the leisure and elegance to untie it for him.

So, out of sight and out of mind, Chen Ping simply gave him death.

Standing on the edge of the large spirit boat, Chen Ping looked around for a while, and after a flash of light in his eyes, he re-adjusted his direction and sailed towards the depths of the endless sea.

……

Kongming Island is a third-level island, spanning thousands of miles from east to west.

In terms of prosperity, although it is not as good as Wangqin Island, there are still people coming and going. Every year, tens of thousands of monks come here to trade and buy.

There are often caravans coming from afar from the waters of Shuangcheng to stay on Kongming Island.

The overlord of Quanqing Kongming Island is the Deng clan.

The Deng family has been established for more than 2000 years, and there are 45 foundation-building monks with the surname Deng alone, not including the major affiliated forces.

With the rise of Deng Shunqi, the Deng family's dual-element alchemy, Leixiu, has become the most powerful existence within a radius of [-] li.

Above Kongming Island, in the sky of duality at seven thousand feet, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, and dark clouds are densely covered, and the color is getting darker and darker.

After a while, gusts of wind blew up, streaks of blue-purple lightning flashed across the sky, thunder roared wildly, and pouring rain fell from the sky.

In the extreme celestial phenomenon where any thunder and lightning fell could kill the monks who established the foundation, there was an old man with a square face in a white robe walking recklessly in the sea of ​​thunder, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in his own garden.

The old man looked about six or seventy years old, his hair was a little gray, but his face was full of energy, his complexion was ruddy, and his red phoenix eyes were not angry and majestic. At a glance, he could tell that he had been in a high position for a long time.

"Bang!"

After the dull sound of thunder, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then, the whole sky seemed to be burning with a purple thunder fire, and the cold and biting wind rolled up the billowing clouds, blowing them into nothingness .

The sound of thunder, wind, and rain are intertwined, together with the purple lightning, the scene really looks like a giant wielding a sharp sword in a life-and-death struggle with an equal enemy.

Faced with such a terrifying celestial phenomenon, the old man was not surprised but delighted, and flew into the deepest part of the electric light.

I saw the spiritual power all over his body bursting out, in the middle of his two palms, a lavender thunderball appeared there, densely packed tiny electric arcs flickered and danced on its surface.

The arc ball was only a few inches in size at first, but as the old man continued to travel through the sea of ​​thunder, the thunder ball rapidly expanded and became larger with a slight buzzing sound, and it grew to a size in a blink of an eye.

Finally, the old man spat out a big mouthful of blood, and stopped walking listlessly.

After shaking his head regretfully, he flew out of the sea of ​​thunder and lightning with the thunder ball without saying a word.

"Hey, this time the Wuwang Zilei natural disaster is so powerful that the old man, as a Lei Xiu of the late Yuandan period, can't hold on to the ten-breath time."

The square-faced old man sighed helplessly, opened his mouth to inhale, and swallowed the thunder ball into his stomach.

In an instant, his sallow complexion quickly returned to normal, as if he had taken a thousand-year elixir.

"Collect five more, and the old man may be able to break through the bottleneck."

He looked hesitantly at Lei Hai's direction. The old man, who had exhausted his mana, looked reluctant, but he didn't dare to step in for the second time. With a wave of his sleeves, he drove a lightning blue dragon and was about to land on the ground.

At this time, his eyes flashed, and he saw about thirty miles away, a blue dragon also composed of purple light and lightning was flying towards the sea of ​​thunder at high speed.

A young man in his twenties stood with his head held high. This person had a handsome face, white and clean, and looked like a frail scholar.

"Shunqi, you came just in time."

Ten miles away, the old man with a square face smiled at the young monk with a loud voice: "After three years, the sky on my Kongming Island has reappeared without any false purple thunder, but this time the celestial phenomenon is extremely powerful. Go in and collect the thunder." Be careful when playing the ball, even the old man was almost seriously injured just now."

"Uncle Cheng, something happened."

Deng Shunqi glanced at Lei Hai with a gloomy face, and then moved his mouth slightly.

After hearing what he said, the square-faced old man suddenly lost the smile on his face, and said with a stern expression: "Who dares to touch my grandson, Deng Fengcheng, has the picture of the high-level soul jade been sent back to the family?"

That's right, this square-faced old man is the No. 1 of Kongming Deng's family, Deng Fengcheng.

The young monk who hurried over was another elder of the Deng family, Deng Shunqi.

"The picture recorded by Soul Jade has been sent back. The cultivator Qingshang who killed Chen Huan is very strange. I checked all the information of the family, but there is no information about this person, so I speculate that the gangster may have changed his appearance. .”

Deng Shunqi suppressed his anger, and said in a blunt tone: "The place where Chen Huan fell was on a deserted island. His follower, Chen Wei, was lying on the beach at that time. His body was covered in scars, and his life and death are unknown."

"Just now, Chen Wei's soul card was also broken."

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