Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 332

Seeing the powerful aura displayed by the green-robed man, Tianqiong Teng was horrified, turned to Deng Fengcheng suspiciously, and asked, "Friend Daoist Deng, who is this?"

"Haha, it's no wonder Leader Yang didn't know."

Deng Fengcheng smiled slightly, spread out his hand and pointed at the green robe, and said: "Sheng Mu Shi, I am the top three casual cultivators in Kongming Sea Area, and the realm of the peak of Yuan Dan. In a serious fight, Deng is also willing to bow down."

"Brother Deng is absurd. This old man is just an ordinary Yuandan Dzogchen, and he failed to attack the Jindan ten years ago, and his injuries have not fully recovered. I'm afraid it won't be of much help in the next big battle."

Mu Shisheng's eyes turned slightly, and then said very modestly.

"Friend Daoist Mu has already touched the threshold of the big bottleneck!"

Tianqiongteng's face was full of shock, and he hurriedly imitated Pu Liuhuan's respectful clasped fist, and said excitedly: "With the help of fellow Taoists, the mere Chen family is here."

"President Yang, you don't have to be polite."

Mushi Shengxu gave him a hand, and said in a pleasant manner.

They are both Yuandan cultivators, but Pu Liuhuan and Yang Fanying's attitude of carrying out the rituals of juniors made him extremely satisfied.

"Fellow daoists, I'm going back to the cabin to hide first. That kid from the Chen family likes to attack so much, why don't I follow suit and give him a surprise."

After finishing speaking, the fellow Taoist Mu turned into a ray of blue light and entered the small spirit ship, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Everyone, get ready, at most half a cup of tea time, I will be able to see Haichang Island."

Deng Fengcheng looked back and said solemnly.

At this point, all the cultivators would naturally not say anything else, and nodded to express their understanding.

The sky vine walked to the end of the spirit boat alone, and with a slight movement of the fingers hidden in the sleeve, a half-inch long green vine broke out of the skin.

After three breaths, Tianqiongvine frowned, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"Short-sighted, Bento and you will never have another cooperation!"

Sky Vine cursed in his heart.

Just after casting the spell, it found that the position of the Spirit Seed was still fixed thousands of miles away, obviously it was thrown away casually after being used by that timid guy.

"You Chen Clan suffered heavy losses, don't blame Benteng for not reminding you, hehe, fortunately Benteng is smart and arranged some back-ups, otherwise it would really be hard to get off."

Thinking in this way, the sky vine immediately changed into a calm expression, and walked to the other side as if nothing had happened.

……

After dissipating the aura of the shadow step, Chen Ping pushed through the clouds and suddenly appeared in the sky above Haichang Island.

Of course he didn't know about the existence of Wood and Stone Saint and the frantic contact of Tianqiongvine.

This thing is too strange, like a stick in his throat, he can't feel at ease for a moment if he doesn't dispose of that spirit seed in time.

The so-called drink and peck, Chen Ping threw the sound transmission seeds out of caution, and also lost the opportunity to learn the information in advance.

At this time, Haichang City had already prepared its defenses, and the phantom light seven-source array and the ultimate thunder array were all activated, and the leaked traces of electric light were enough to make the foundation-building cultivators terrified.

In the eyes of the two formations, there is a pile of spirit stones like a hill, which is enough for the formation to release thirty attacks.

Facing the outside of the city at the ferry, Chen Xiangwen, Gong Lingshan, and Fan Yiqiao stood upright, floating in the forefront.

In the rear, a ray of light flickered, forming a square formation composed of more than 30 foundation builders and more than [-] Qi training monks.

The auras of hundreds of magic weapons and spiritual weapons colluded with each other and shot straight into the sky.

The magic weapons in the hands of the low-level juniors can be described as various, and there are all kinds of weapons, but in general, knives, swords, and armor are mostly used.

"A veritable motley crew."

Chen Ping frowned and said unhappily.

I saw that although the monks on our side maintained the queue, they were chaotic and disorderly. Not only were they whispering constantly, but what's more, they simply left the queue and leaned against the city wall with a lazy attitude.

Thinking back to the previous life, because the Qianfa Sect is located at the junction of the three Nascent Soul forces, there are often conflicts with the surrounding Jindan Sect, and it is common for disciples in the sect to form an army of monks.

Even the disciples who participated in the battle for the first time not long after they started, after a little running-in, they will become well-trained.

Chen Ping was the commander-in-chief back then, and organized several sect battles successively. He is quite familiar with mobilizing emotions, deploying troops and arranging formations.

However, in just a dozen days, it was impossible to train these mixed monks well.

Fortunately, unlike the secular army, strict discipline is not the main factor affecting the victory or defeat of monks in war.

The supernatural power competition between the two sides is the only factor that determines success or failure.

So, he turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, not bothering to control the cultivators at all.

What made him a little relieved was that the number of monks belonging to the Chen family was the largest, but none of them spoke a word, appearing extremely quiet and solemn.

In a corner, a group of gray-haired old men are particularly eye-catching.

They are all in their twilight years, their cloudy eyeballs are black and white, and the old ones seem to lose their vitality in the next moment.

At a glance, they are basically old people from the family that Chen Ping is familiar with.

Among these qi training monks, there are Chen Qiudong, Chen Yu, Chen Nongyue, Chen Leining, Chen Jinsong and other deacons of the previous generation, as well as Chen Baishan, Chen Heting and other respected clan elders.

They have one thing in common, without exception, they are all elderly monks over 110 years old.

Even if there is no disease or disaster, it will naturally dissolve in a few years.

Chen Qiudong forcibly raised his spirits, walked up to a fat old man, stroked his beard and said, "Jin Song, do the math, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years."

"You are the big steward next to the Supreme Elder, the deacon of the internal affairs hall who has been sitting firmly for decades, old man, I am free all day long, and you are not on the same path."

Seemingly surprised that his old enemy took the initiative to come up to talk about the past at this time, Chen Jinsong squeezed his eyebrows, and said in a strange way.

"A few days ago, I resigned from the position of deacon to the Supreme Elder."

Chen Qiudong smiled indifferently, looked into the distance, and said melancholy: "We have fought for half our lives, but today we can go to battle together to kill the enemy and die hand in hand. It is not in vain that we are connected by blood in this life."

"Hey, if you die alone, the old man plans to live for a few more years."

Staring at each other, Chen Jinsong cursed angrily, and a throbbing flashed quickly in his pupils like muddy water.

"Haha, I'm still looking forward to Jinsong blocking a knife for me."

Chen Qiudong leaned forward and backward with a smile, and it took him a long time to straighten up, and patted Chen Jinsong's shoulder solemnly.

Chen Jinsong subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when he saw the dense yellow spots on the opponent's face, he couldn't help but feel a sore throat, and his voice was slightly choked: "Next time in the reincarnation, I'm going to do a casual practice. It's true to be with someone like you. Too bad."

"Hey, if there is an afterlife, I would like to be part of the Chen family."

Without thinking about it, Chen Qiudong bowed respectfully to the two ancestors in the sky.

Chen Baishan, Chen Nongyue, Chen Leining and others were greatly touched by what he said, and they followed him and bowed down.

"Ping'er, where is the Deng family's army?"

Seeing Chen Ping flying from outside the island, Chen Xiangwen hurried up to greet him, and asked a little nervously.

"Three hundred miles, it will arrive in an instant."

Chen Ping glanced towards the sea in the south, and said calmly.

After listening, Fan Yiqiao forced a smile and said, "How many Yuandan cultivators are here?"

With a thought, Chen Ping truthfully transmitted the news of the investigation to the ears of every monk who participated in the battle, including the important information that the ten foundation-establishing Dzogchen members of the Deng family were carrying the robbery thunder beads.

"The Deng Clan's Double Thunder Cultivators have all arrived."

Gong Lingshan raised her phoenix eyebrows, and there was a hint of fear in her words.

"Isn't Yang Fanying the leader of the Fire Smelting League? Why is he colluding with Kong Mingdao?"

Fan Yiqiao's eyes flickered, and he said with an ugly expression.

Yang Fanying advanced to Yuan Dan and helped the Deng family's army conquer Haichang, disrupting their plans to a certain extent.

Originally, the four of them agreed that Chen Ping, who had the most magical powers, would entangle Deng Fengcheng and Deng Shunqi, and the remaining three would deal with Pu Liuhuan first, and then go to help.

In this way, the battle situation is very clear.

Pu Liuhuan was an ordinary mid-Yuan Dan, with his junior sister and Chen Xiangwen assisting in the attack, Fan Yiqiao thought he could kill this person within fifty moves.

But suddenly there was a Yuan Dan in the enemy's camp, and one of the three must be separated to resist Yang Fanying.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest. If Chen Ping couldn't hold on for too long, the result of this war was self-evident.

"You don't need to worry, we will proceed as planned."

Chen Ping waved his hands, and said calmly: "Yang Fanying is a new Yuan Dan, so he can't make a fortune."

Now that he was confident, the three of them tacitly stopped speaking, staring at the distant sea, silently, and let a trace of tension condense in the air.

……

After a while, there was only the sound of shocking drums, and the rumbling sound was getting closer and closer. Through the fog, it could be seen that there were several phantoms of huge ships on the sea surface of the ferry, hazy.

In a blink of an eye, several phantoms approached for tens of miles. At a cursory glance, the decks of each spirit ship were covered with large black spots, about 500 to [-] people.

When the spirit ship and the spirit boat stopped completely, the monks jumped off the ship calmly, or drove the magic weapon, turned into countless frightened monsters, and pressed towards Haichang City.

"Everyone is ready to fight!"

Chen Xiangwen raised his finger and concentrated, and a deafening bell sounded from the city, which continued continuously.

Afterwards, the monks who had been recharging their energy for a long time used their mana one after another, and rushed towards the torrent that came from the sea.

All of a sudden, the auras derived from various techniques and magic weapons spread everywhere, and the sound of clear singing and long howling came one after another, as if two monstrous waves converged head-on.

When the two armies were more than ten miles apart, the castration of the two sides suddenly stopped.

Regardless of whether the monks of the Chen family or the troops of Deng and Pu, when they could vaguely see the distance of each other's clothes, they all stopped their figures in unison, and then looked at each other hostilely from a distance.

The two sides hadn't made a move yet, but the terrifying evil spirit began to permeate out of thin air between the two formations.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ping, how dare you come forward to see me!"

On the copper pillar of the spirit ship, Deng Fengcheng hovered, and while speaking, an astonishing spiritual pressure rose from his mouth.

With a loud bang, an invisible force exploded, and then a wave of air scattered in all directions, and the sound of thunder was everywhere within a radius of tens of miles.

"Sonic supernatural power?"

Chen Ping hummed coldly, it was really a big blow.

Deng Fengcheng's roar caused chaos in the camp.

The foundation-building cultivators like Chen Xingchao, Chen Tong, and Chen Dieyu didn't feel anything, but the hundreds of junior qi practitioners were all in great pain, holding their heads pale and screaming, as if they were suffering unbearable torture.

"Why don't you dare!"

With a move of Chen Ping's divine sense without hesitation, he formed a barrier wall, and in just a short while, defeated the mighty sonic attack.

Then, Chen Ping, Chen Xiangwen and the others tacitly flew to the ground, standing far in the forefront of the camp.

At the same time, Deng Fengcheng, Deng Shunqi, Pu Liuhuan, and Yang Fanying, the four great Yuandans also used their own means to protect many juniors behind.

In an instant, the two sides formed a situation of confrontation.

They set up formations like this because they were afraid that the enemy would suddenly display their alchemy powers and kill their own juniors.

"Thief, give back my son's life!"

Just as the eight Yuandan monks were looking at each other, a woman's voice full of hatred sounded from somewhere. Chen Ping followed the sound and saw that she was a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes who had built a foundation and reached the state of Dzogchen.

Beside this woman stood a middle-aged male cultivator who was also glaring at him.

Chen Ping's expression changed, and he immediately knew the identities of the two, they were Deng Chenhuan's parents, Deng Yazhu and Deng Xingyan.

The husband and wife practiced a double-cultivation method of the upper rank of the yellow grade. Together, they are the number one combat power under the two ancestors.

Chen Ping smiled lightly, and turned his eyes away without paying attention.

It's no wonder that the husband and wife showed such overwhelming hatred, who told Deng Chenhuan to be their only heir?

"Chen Huan and Pu Yuanhao really died at your hands!"

Seeing Chen Ping's demeanor without any attempt to defend himself, Deng Fengcheng narrowed his eyes and said gloomyly.

"Deng Daoyou checked for several months, could it be that he still hasn't figured it out?"

Chen Ping asked calmly, and said in a cold and stern tone: "Deng Chenhuan is arrogant and conceited, and he was disrespectful to me first, and you, Kong Mingdao, are even more audacious. Knowing Chen Wei's exact identity, you dare to plant a ban and force him to be a slave." Maid, when this seat and the Haichang Chen family are soft persimmons who are bullied by others, it will not work."

After hearing what he said, Chen Xiangwen couldn't help being taken aback, how could this matter have something to do with Chen Wei again.

"Even if Deng Xiaoyou provoked you, but what's wrong with the Pu family brother, why did you kill him?"

Pu Liuhuan's angry eyes were like lightning, and he said in a stern voice.

Chen Ping smiled, blew on his palms, and said indifferently: "The law of the jungle preys on the strong in the cultivation world, there are so many reasons."

"What a predator of the jungle, I will return this sentence to you today!"

Pu Liuhuan said with a ferocious face, squeezing each word out between his teeth.

Seeing Chen Ping's vicious state of refraining from oil and salt, Deng Fengcheng was very annoyed, he cupped his fists high, and said gently: "The two are Daoyou Fan and Daoyou Gong from the Broken Star Sect, right?"

"Fellow Daoist Deng, don't waste all your time. Fellow Daoist Gong and I have already become a Taoist couple. How can you instigate rebellion with a few words."

Before the two could answer, Chen Ping smiled lightly, and said something that surprised everyone.

"As for Fellow Daoist Fan..."

Chen Ping pointed at him, and when everyone focused their attention to listen to the following, a huge object descended from the sky, bringing a large shadow and covering the burning sun above the coalition forces of the Deng and Pu clans.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew violently, making the faces of some low-level monks who were unable to stand steadily in the strong wind suddenly turn pale.

(End of this chapter)