Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 331 The Battle of the Clans ([-])

The germination of the spiritual seed means that the sky vine is already within ten thousand miles of Haichang City.

If it came on the spirit ships of the Deng and Pu clans, it would not take long to break into the main island of Haichang.

Chen Ping thought about it for a while, and then he didn't think about it any more. The direction of the escape light was deflected, and it plunged into the bottom of the sea like an extraterrestrial pop.

After diving down to [-] feet, his speed slowly decreased, and Ziwei's Breath Containment Technique was applied behind him, and a black shadow completely merged with the surrounding sea water.

Unleashing the overwhelming power of his spiritual consciousness, Chen Ping shot straight to the south wrapped in an undercurrent.

In this way, he was like a moving survey formation, searching and advancing.

During this half an hour, the little vine in his hand became more and more vibrant, and the fluorescence on the surface almost turned into substance!
Looking at this scene, the Sky Vine probably wasn't too far away from him.

With a shake of his left arm, Chen Ping grabbed the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword with his backhand. Chen Ping slowed down very carefully and continued to move forward.

"Chen Daoyou, I'm just 450 miles away from where you are."

Suddenly, a thought wave came out from the vine, Chen Ping suddenly narrowed his eyes, it was the breath of the sky vine.

"Can Fellow Daoist Fuji receive the message from Chen?"

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he tried to send a divine thought to the vine.

"Naturally, within five hundred miles, we can communicate without any obstacles."

Seeing the branches and leaves of the vine tremble, Chen Ping's guess was immediately confirmed, and there was even a hint of complacency.

The spirit seed of the sky vine actually has the function of real-time communication?
The range of five hundred miles is unimpeded. Isn't this part of the effect of the spiritual consciousness of the Golden Core cultivator.

Chen Ping's expression tightened, and his fear of the Sky Vine rose by three points out of thin air.

"Ben Teng was searched by them once, and temporarily gained the trust of the Deng family."

Tian Qiong Teng paused, and said in a rapid voice: "To make a long story short, the Deng and Pu clans attacked your Chen family almost in full force. Deng Fengcheng, Deng Shunqi, and Pu Liuhuan, three Yuan Dans, led a total of fifty foundation-building monks. , four hundred Qi training monks."

After listening, Chen Ping did not show any surprise.

Fan Yiqiao has entrusted an old friend to look after the sect, and the Deng family must have arranged a backup, not afraid of the emptiness of Kongming Island's defense.

"One day ago, Deng Shunqi distributed a black-purple thunder bead to each of the ten foundation builders under him. Ben Teng sensed the power of the bead. I'm afraid even half-step Yuan Dan of your human race can't take it hard. So, you Hai Chang Island needs to be handled with care."

Sky Vine said cautiously.

"Inducing Tribulation Thunder Beads."

Chen Ping instantly understood what the black purple thunder bead in the mouth of the vine was.

Introducing the Tribulation Thunder Bead, Deng Shunqi is a unique treasure refined from the thunder of the heavy sky, and the use method is similar to that of the talisman.

Among Deng Chenhuan's collection of hole cards, there are two Thunder Orbs.

Once this bead is activated, it is equivalent to [-]% of the power of a monk in the early Yuan Dan period, which cannot be underestimated.

As for the entire Deng clan, only a dozen or so Lightning Thunder Balls have been accumulated, almost all of Deng Shunqi was given to the younger generation, and the desire to destroy Haichang is obvious.

"Which ten people own the Thunder Pearl?"

A gloomy expression appeared on Chen Ping's face, Chuan Nian said.

Sky Vine didn't delay, and immediately replied: "The ten Dzogchen Foundation Establishment monks dispatched by the Deng family, each of them was rewarded with a thunder bead."

"Thank you for telling the truth, Fellow Daoist Teng. When the war is over, Chen will give the remaining hundred-year round leaves with both hands."

Chen Ping said with a smile on his face.

When mentioning the fourth-order spiritual wood, the sky vine was overjoyed immediately, and pretended to be profound: "Ben Teng believes that Chen Daoyou is not a short-sighted person."

"As it is."

Chen Ping answered solemnly, then smiled coldly, and sank the vine into the vast sea without hesitation.

Because during the exchange between the two, his spiritual sense had already discovered a fleet of fast-moving ships.

Driving in the forefront to break through the waves and clear obstacles is a three-storey high-rise ship. Its whole body is actually made of a kind of light red jade, which is huge and extremely gorgeous.

This is the Deng family's small spirit ship "Xianliu".

Three miles away from the spirit ship, two large spirit boats followed closely.

Chen Ping swept his spiritual sense lightly, and it was indeed consistent with the information provided by Tianqiongteng. Among the several ships, there were four Yuandans, fifty foundation builders, and more than 400 monks in the late stage of Qi training.

On the top floor of the Xianliu ship, Deng Fengcheng, Deng Shunqi, Pu Liuhuan, and "Yang Fanying" were sitting around a square jade table, talking with smiles on their faces.

On the jade table were more than a dozen plates of rare exotic spiritual fruits. The four of them looked relaxed, reaching for one to taste from time to time.

Although Chen Ping really wanted to pierce into his consciousness and find out what they were talking about, after thinking twice, he gave up this risky move.

The spiritual consciousness of monks in the late Yuan Dan period generally exceeds [-] zhang, which is almost the same as his spiritual strength.

What's more, Deng Fengcheng is in charge of a rich family, and he must have taken some elixirs or genius treasures that increase spiritual consciousness.

If he gets too close, it is very easy to give away his position.

On the contrary, if he hides with all his heart, under the golden core, unless he uses unique means, it will be difficult to find his trace.

Three dark cloud-like shadows floated overhead, and Chen Ping lurked on the bottom of the sea without moving, allowing his breath to blend with the surrounding environment without leaving any flaws.

After a full ten breaths, he lightly tapped his feet, jumped hundreds of feet, and stuck to the bottom of a large spirit boat.

Then, he flipped his right hand and suddenly grabbed a picture bead.

In this bead, the scene when he bumped into the sky vine for the first time was recorded.

He couldn't judge whether the sky vine had the idea of ​​rebellion, so he prepared a big gift for the vine as a precaution.

If the sky vine dared to lead the crowd to surround him, his own heel would be severely exposed by him.

A strange alien with mysterious powers might pose a huge threat to Deng Fengcheng and the others.

The fleet was sailing smoothly, and occasionally a few divine senses would sweep over to check it routinely, but none of them could detect any abnormalities.

Chen Ping calmly held his breath, and the sharp tip of the Chunyang Sword was already pointing at the cabin.

That's right, before Deng and Pu's army arrived in Haichang, he planned to sink a spirit boat and kill a group of qi practitioners. Of course, it would be even better if he could kill a few foundation builders.

With his status as a Yuan Dan cultivator, it is completely shameless to do this kind of sneak attack on juniors.

But the cruelty of the war is undeniable. This is a fundamental battle that concerns the lives of thousands of monks and millions of mortals.

Moreover, Chen Ping has never been a person who pays attention to face. Compared with the actual benefits, his face can be torn off and thrown on the ground, kicked a few times, and walked away dismissively.

After a few hours of incense sticks, the sky lightened slightly, and the Deng family's fleet was less than three hundred miles away from Haichang.

"Father, it's still the same. The island we just passed by is still empty. Even the mortals have disappeared, but the houses and streets remain intact. It is obvious that many people used to live there."

In the box of the spirit ship, a middle-aged man with a pale complexion was reporting to Deng Fengcheng.

"The heart of a villain measures the belly of a gentleman, I, Deng, don't care about doing evil cultivators."

Deng Fengcheng's expression was gloomy, he twirled the porcelain cup in his hand, and said in a low voice, "There is no need to waste your energy on Xingyan. If my prediction is correct, the Chen family should have migrated. You convey my order and the whole army prepares for war. He rushed to Haichang City to kill the thief Xiu."

"Yes!"

Deng Xingyan folded his fists and retreated, a hint of ruthlessness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Cheng, didn't the Chen family abandon their old nest and go to another sea area?"

Deng Shunqi glanced at the closed wooden door and said suspiciously.

Deng Fengcheng shook his head, and said lightly: "Probably not, Chen's painstaking efforts to transfer the personnel and property under his command are clearly intended to fight to the death with us, and moreover, to give up the territory and lose without a fight is also the same as that thief Chen Ping." It completely violated the original intention at the beginning.”

Deng Shunqi stretched his waist, and said casually: "I really want to teleport to the city of Haichang, and see the strength of the Chen family."

"Shun chess must never be underestimated. When a lion fights a rabbit, it must be done with all its strength."

Deng Fengcheng put down his teacup, and said cautiously: "Compared to our family, the Chen family is more like a lion and a leopard. It's not that they have no power to fight back."

"Uncle Cheng..."

Deng Shunqi smiled slightly when he heard the words, and when he was about to say something more, suddenly a five-foot copper pillar erected in front of the core of the spirit ship let out a low buzzing sound, and the blue-red rays of light trembled instantly, as if being caught by a wave of The invisible force spread to the general.

"No, someone is ambushing nearby!"

Deng Fengcheng's complexion changed drastically, and he flew out of the window. A purple Dharma plate was suspended on the top at some point. .

"Chen Ping!"

Under the scanning of his consciousness, Deng Fengcheng finally saw the true face of the figure on the bottom of the sea.

"Hey, the copper pillar on the spirit ship can actually sense mana fluctuations."

The moment he sacrificed the Chunyang Sword, Chen Ping was startled secretly, knowing that he had been exposed, so he waved the sword without saying a word, and hundreds of blue sword fishes swam out, turning into sword glows , Raindrop-like reverse lasing, covering the large spirit boat in it.

"Dare you thief!"

Deng Fengcheng's expression turned cold, and he gave a violent shout, and tapped the purple Dharma disk on top of his head, activating the treasure.

Immediately, a beam of black and white beams of light shot out from the mirror, split into filaments in a flash, and entangled directly towards Jian Yu.

As a result, when the two collided together, the sound of "Pu Pu" exploded continuously, and with the flickering of wisps of spiritual light, most of the sword lights facing each other were cut off.

"The coercion of a high-grade Taoist artifact."

Chen Ping narrowed his gaze, not showing much surprise.

The purple Dharma disk Deng Fengcheng sacrificed was called "Xuance Pan", it was this person's natal Taoist weapon, and with his mana in the late Yuan Dan period, Qinglian Sword Qi was naturally far from an opponent.

However, Chen Ping hid in the shadows and made a sneak attack. How could he break it so easily? With a change of his fingers, the remaining dozens of sword qi immediately turned around and poked towards the cabin.

Almost at the same time, he burned a few drops of blood essence, and the mysterious flow under his feet was indistinct, and he shot through the air without looking back.

At the next moment when Chen Ping unleashed the magic step to escape the shadow, Deng Shunqi, Pu Liuhuan, and "Yang Fanying" three Yuandans rushed from the spirit ship and surrounded the large spirit boat.

"boom!"

The speed of the Qinglian sword energy was so fast that it was impossible for everyone to rescue them. When the low-level monks in the cabin saw the mighty rain of swords falling, their souls flew out of the sky, and they crushed the talismans one after another, or drove the magical weapons and spiritual weapons in vain. withstand.

But what made them desperate was that any defensive method was like soaked rice paper in front of Jian Yu, and those who had no resistance were pierced by it, and the screams were endless.

Seeing that the sword energy brought up a fog of blood, and was about to sink the large spirit boat, a large stream of golden arcs flashing with lightning intertwined and shot out, turning into a giant net with a radius of more than ten feet, The sword energy is all over the place.

Deng Shunqi, who rushed over immediately, was muttering something, the golden net suddenly thundered loudly, and a stream of electric currents and red flames burst out, instantly turning the sword energy into ashes.

After the Deng family's Shuang Yuandan worked together to resolve the crisis of the shipwreck, several people landed on the deck together.

And the black shadow in the sky escaped more than a hundred miles away in just a few flashes.

"Uncle Cheng, I'll go after him!"

Looking around at the tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the field, Deng Shunqi's face flashed fiercely, and an electric dragon appeared out of thin air under his feet, and was about to rush into the sky with a sudden stab.

"It's too late. His escapism is very powerful. If it is an old man, there may be some hope of intercepting it at the first time. As for Shunqi, you will definitely not be able to catch up."

Deng Fengcheng squinted his eyes and said bluntly.

"The power of that sword move is not lower than that of the ordinary middle stage. Could it be that fellow Daoist Pu Yuanhao really killed it alone?"

Stepping on the electric dragon to stop in the air, Deng Shunqi frowned.

"Most likely."

Nodding his head, Deng Fengcheng said with a gloomy face: "An early Yuan Dan, who was hidden under our noses, if he hadn't actively condensed his mana to attract the spirit ship to warn us, we would not have been able to find him from the beginning to the end. So It seems that ordinary friends who are proficient in flying skills should have been attacked by this beast that day, which led to the death of their souls."

"Dear fellows."

"Yang Fanying" coughed lightly, and analyzed vigilantly: "Yang suspects that he has practiced a high-level hiding spell, everyone should be careful."

"It's just a clown who hides and hides. When Haichang is defeated, the old man will surely tear Chen Ping's body to pieces!"

Pu Liuhuan gritted his teeth and said, not hiding the hatred in his heart at all.

Most of the [-] to [-] monks who died tragically under the sword qi were qi practitioners, but there were also two masters in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

And coincidentally, the two fallen foundations were all direct elders of the Pu family!
One of them was Pu Liuhuan's great-grandson.

"That kid is a bit interesting. He can even hide the old man's perception. When there is a scuffle, he will be handed over to the old man to clean up."

There was a long and uneven laugh, and when the laughter stopped abruptly, a tall figure suddenly boarded the spirit boat, dressed in a green robe, with gray hair hanging down to his waist.

This gray-haired man has red lips, white teeth, and clear eyes, and looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but his skin is covered with a faint blue light, which keeps flowing.

The person turned around slowly, and Pu Liuhuan immediately opened his mouth wide in shock, and after giving a deep salute with ecstasy, he said respectfully: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Mu is here. The war of thieves will never be repeated."

(End of this chapter)