Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 335
At the moment when Mu Shisheng hesitated, Chen Ping sensed his hiding position.

If this person accepts the offer of 200 million spirit stones, it will be a good thing for both parties.

But once desire pours out, it is like the flowing water of a mountain without end.

With a cold smile, he has communicated with his soul and is ready to release the coral aura at any time.

However, with the strength of Mu Shisheng's soul, it is estimated that he needs to appear twice in a row to kill him without accident.

The most troublesome point, the exposure of the soul attack secret technique in full view of the public, will soon spread to the ears of the two masters of Lanyuezong.

Being missed by the Golden Core cultivator, he will undoubtedly embark on a journey of escape from a narrow escape.

At that time, the Chen family would definitely not be able to stay any longer, and the cultivation world in Shuangcheng would be very dangerous. They would even have to leave the Yuanyan Islands and go to the vast and boundless Fancang Sea to hide their names.

Therefore, the price was so high that Chen Ping hesitated a little.

"what?"

At the same moment, Chen Ping saw that the ink needles covering the sky and fields had condensed into an indestructible silk thread, and in a flash of inspiration, he was delighted.

It turned out that after seeing that the millions of ink needles would not be able to break through Shenglianhua's defense for a while, Mu Shisheng recited a spell silently, intending to change the attack from the outside, so that the penetrating power of the spell increased rapidly.

Of course, his contingency and judgment were correct, but unfortunately he didn't know that this move was in Chen Ping's arms!

As long as you disperse the ink needle spells, delay the battle, and then find a way to lure Mu Shisheng and Deng Fengcheng to the outside of the island to kill them silently, there is still room for redemption in the result of this battle.

Sure enough, the penetrating power of the ink needle that turned into a silk thread increased by an unimaginable amount, and the sword energy shield immediately made a muffled "buzzing" sound, and then a huge spiritual wave erupted, which was pierced abruptly , failed to block the slightest.

"Since I was promoted to the Dzogchen Realm, the old man's Shaposi has never been used against the opponents in the early Yuan Dan period. If you can die under it, Chen family boy, you should go to Huangquan with peace of mind."

Mu Shisheng shook his head and clapped his hands with a chuckle, showing that he was sure of winning.

He is a pure magician, and he has practiced dozens of spells in the long years.

And the quality of this Shaposi technique is as high as the middle grade of the mysterious grade. After 150 years of hard work, he has just pushed this method to the peak of Dzogchen, and it is one of his strongest trump cards.

Generally, people of the same level who hold top-grade defensive Taoist weapons can't resist it, let alone a mere Yuandan early stage.

Mu Shisheng put his hands behind his hands, concentrated on manipulating Shaposi, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook upwards, as if he saw the familiar scene of the silk thread passing through the eyebrows of the young Yuan Dan.

His expression suddenly sank, Chen Ping reached out his hand to touch the storage ring, and immediately covered a dark gray item in his hand.

"Old man Mu is trying to penetrate my eyebrows."

Just when the silk thread was less than ten feet away from him, the divine sense firmly locked on him judged the attack trajectory, and then without thinking, Chen Ping raised his left hand to block the door facing him, a gray light flashed, it turned out to be a Conch with dark purple veins.

Then, a scene that made Mu Shisheng unbelievable appeared.

The unfavorable evil silk stopped abruptly, and the part that was in contact with the conch began to spread a circle of transparent ripples.

Shapaosi seemed to have hit the surface of the extremely hard ore, shaking from side to side, showing no sign of destroying it at all.

"What is this gray conch, whose hardness surpasses the fifth-order ore?"

Mu Shisheng lost his voice in astonishment, still unable to believe what he saw.

It's so incredible.

You must know that near the waters of Kongming Island, occasionally a master craftsman would ask him to come out of the mountain to use the Shaposi to cut fourth and fifth grade ores that are difficult to melt. While making countless money, he almost never missed a shot.

Even if it can't break the fifth-order ore known for its hardness with one blow, it can at least poke a tiny crack.

However, the surface of the conch did not even leave a trace of white marks, so the hardness of this conch must still be above the fifth-order ore.

"puff!"

An extremely strong force came, and blood gushed out of Chen Ping's mouth. In an instant, he flew upside down with his sword and people, smashing hard on the rock wall of a mountain peak and sinking into a depth of several feet.

Checking his left arm again, it was already bloody and bloody, and most of the meridians were broken.

Fortunately, the Shaposi spell also exhausted its power and disappeared without a trace.

"If I hadn't also practiced body training, I'm afraid I would have ruined my life now."

Swallowing a few healing pills of Er Dao Wen in a hurry, Chen Ping's eyes flashed a look of the survivors.

With his physical body in the mid-Yuan Dan period, he almost died under the shock force of this intensity. It is conceivable that if Pu Liuhuan, Chen Xiangwen and other Dharma cultivators with fragile bodies, even if they sacrificed gray conch shells in the same way, they would still be dead. Certainly do not escape death.

"Ping'er!"

"Brother Ping!"

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ping!"

Several anxious divine thoughts swept over, and it was Chen Xiangwen, Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao who were outside the cave.

"I am fine."

A carp stood up, Chen Ping stood up, and immediately reported to the three that they were safe.

"call!"

After receiving the news, Gong Lingshan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

If Chen Ping has already fallen, there is no need to continue fighting this clan war, let's fly separately when disaster is imminent.

But even though Chen Ping received the earth-shattering blow, everyone was still panicked.

After all, I just found out that there is a powerful helper at the peak of Yuandan hiding in the Deng family's side, fighting alone, except for Chen Ping, the few people present basically can't take his casual move!
How to save this almost desperate situation?
Fan Yiqiao opened his mouth, and calmly sent a sound transmission to Gong Lingshan next to him.

The next moment, Gong Lingshan's expression changed, but she immediately put away the struggling expression and nodded slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Deng and Fellow Daoist Pu cleared out the other Yuan Dan quickly, and Chen Ping handed it over to the old man for execution."

Wood and Stone Saint ordered in an orderly tone, but his body swayed slightly, and flew towards the entrance of the cave like an arrow.

After seeing the magic of the gray conch, he became more interested in Chen Ping, and secretly decided to eat this delicious piece of fat all by himself.

The cave that was smashed out was only a few feet deep, before the Wood and Stone Saint approached, a strong blue wind blasted out.

When he saw the sun again, Chen Ping raised his hand without thinking, and a violent moon arc sword energy swept away in all directions.

"It's kind of interesting, but you only suffered a slight injury after bearing the shock force of millions of catties. It seems that your level of physical cultivation is not low."

As an old monster who has lived for more than 400 years, Mu Shisheng figured out the trick at a glance, said something lightly, and then slapped Chen Ping in the distance with one hand.

"Zi La"

With a loud noise like hot oil boiling, a black and green giant palm suddenly appeared above Chen Ping's head like a hill, and fell down with an astonishing force.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he commanded his sword energy to resist the giant palm temporarily, then burned his blood and quickly recited the incantation of Mo Luo's shadow step.

But he didn't know that the black light appeared on the soles of his feet, he felt that the air around him was frozen by the extreme cold, and a few black hairs appeared on his shoulders, and his figure could not move an inch.

And looking at the top, the green lotus sword energy that was delaying time only made Wu Qing's giant palm freeze for a moment, and then it broke apart inch by inch.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth silently, and drew [-]% of his spiritual power to force out the dry blue purple flame and the ice spirit crystal flame, which turned into two kinds of protective aura to surround him.

Then, he folded his hands together, and the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword slashed down, cutting off the blue hair on his shoulder.

In an instant, Chen Ping resumed his actions, the Chunyang sword opened the way, the gray conch shell protected the heart, and the three-color flames flowed non-stop, he actually regarded himself as a defensive magic weapon.

When Mu Shisheng saw Chen Ping's series of actions, a hint of amusedness and disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although he is far from a half-step golden elixir, facing an early Yuan elixir, the amount of mana alone is suppressed several times, and it is reasonable to be full of contempt.

boom!
The blue light flashed, and the giant palm wiped out the spiritual flame shield, but under the bombardment of the Chunyang Sword itself, it also burst and disappeared, turning into invisible.

A black light flickered a few times, escaped from the violent collision and flew up, a ragged figure appeared a hundred meters away, it was Chen Ping.

It's just that at this moment, his complexion was very pale, and he looked as if his mana had been greatly damaged.

After a sneer, Mu Shisheng raised one hand and continued to point at Chen Ping, while bending his five fingers slightly.

In the sky, a black and green giant palm that was exactly the same as before took shape again.

Chen Ping couldn't help but feel a sinking heart. A spell that this person cast casually made him use his supernatural powers. How can he resist the next round of attacks?
Shrinking his eyes, he decided to lead Wood and Stone Saint hundreds of miles away according to the plan, and kill him with the coral method.

Because conventional supernatural powers, including ice spirit crystal flames, cannot compete with him, not to mention, he has not sacrificed his natal Taoist weapon yet.

"boom!"

When Chen Ping was thinking about how to lure Mu Shisheng away without showing any traces, he raised his head and looked up in surprise at a sound that was close at hand.

With a sweep of his gaze, he saw a shadow covering an area of ​​several kilometers quickly cast down in the sky, and the Xuan Ce plate driven by Deng Fengcheng had turned red, like an erupting volcano, held up by him, hitting both Chen Xiangwen and Yang Fanying. People are retreating.

"rise!"

Yang Fanying struggled to control Baichongyan to move up a block, while Chen Xiangwen continued to inject spiritual power inward, but even if the two joined forces, it only took a moment for this treasure to completely collapse amidst painful wailing.

The two screamed at the same time, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, extremely depressed.

Deng Fengcheng smiled sinisterly, and his eyes were full of joy. Next, he will make a quick decision and kill the two people to prevent changes from happening.

"Leader Yang should be regretting the past, right? Counting on me, Deng, is the worst choice you have ever made in your life."

While talking, Deng Fengcheng opened his mouth suddenly, and a deep purple thunderbird appeared, crystal clear and transparent, singing wildly, and then there was only a crackling sound of "cracking", the bird suddenly disappeared in the uncertainty of light and darkness. For a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

At the same moment, layers of waves mixed with the power of lightning spread strangely along the sky, quickly thickening and spreading.

In an instant, Yang Fanying and Chen Xiangwen would be submerged in it.

"wrong."

Chen Ping, who fled around the mountain peak, frowned, and slowed down a bit.

Just now, Deng Fengcheng's mockery of "Yang Fanying" woke him up.

There was no bondage contract of any kind signed between him and the Sky Vine.

But knowing that the Deng family invited a monk at the peak of Yuan Dan, this vine still unswervingly abided by the verbal agreement, which proved that there was something worthy of scrutiny.

Chen Ping still had great expectations for this Sky Vine Clan with unclear origins.

"Fellow Daoist Di, if you don't make a move, Yang will die tragically on the spot!"

Surrounded by the endless sea of ​​thunder, Yang Fanying's face turned grim in panic, and he roared loudly.

"Sorry, I just want to see with my own eyes the supernatural powers of Fellow Daoist Chen Ping, whether it is really as outrageous as what you said, Fellow Daoist Yang."

Suddenly, an elegant and clear voice sounded erratically, as if it came from all directions at the same time, the momentum was really strong.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a burst of golden and purple light gushing out from the bottom of the sea, sweeping away all the surrounding spiritual energy, and rushing into the sea of ​​thunder with the might of a thunderbolt.

With a flash of red light, sixteen bright red copper pieces slowly rose up, gathered and rotated in the air, and a comb several feet in size appeared there. The surface of the comb shone with spiritual light. A large group of gorgeous firebirds, each with a flame cover, spits out flames.

The red and purple light waves collided without any tricks, thousands of firebirds chirped, and the thunder and lightning were swallowed up by a single encounter.

In just half a breath, there was only the comb, which was more radiant than before, circling and dancing in place, as agile as a fire spirit.

Deng Fengcheng retreated for several miles with a chill in his heart, until the burning sensation around him gradually faded away, he stopped his figure and said with an ugly face: "The strange treasure Nine Suns True Fire Comb, your Excellency is the Supreme Elder Flute of the Cangji Sect Yaoxian!"

"Di, an old fellow who is about to enter the earth, can't be remembered by Island Master Deng."

As soon as the hearty laughter fell, the brilliance all over the sky shone and turned into a figure who was neither tall nor short.

This is an old man with snow-white hair, red complexion, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his hands are as big as cattail leaf fans, each finger is too thick to be bent, and his skin is wrinkled, which is as good as the bark of a tree that is about to die.

I saw him make the formula with one hand, and lightly pointed at the fire comb. After a pause, the thing disappeared from the air in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was like a hairpin, inserted on the old man's thick white hair like a waterfall. .

And the moment the old man joined the battlefield, Mu Shisheng resolutely stopped chasing Chen Ping, and at the left and right sub-stations half a mile away from Deng Fengcheng, he looked like he was facing a big enemy.

"Is this person the backhand of the Sky Vine's preparation?"

Chen Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was also suspended in mid-air.

Seemingly aware of the scrutiny in Chen Ping's gaze, Di Yaoxian tilted his head slightly, smiled at him and said, "Daoist Chen Ping used his supernatural powers today to fight three against one, which can be regarded as giving Di, a frog at the bottom of the well, a lot of insight. The younger generation is terrifying!"

"Fellow Daoist Di can come to help the battle, it is really my luck in Haichang."

Chen Ping did not say some polite words modestly, but clasped his fists with a smile.

This Immortal Di Yao's realm is in the late Yuan Dan period, but the attitude of the Guanmu Shisheng to guard against him is obviously a means far beyond the existence of the same level.

Moreover, with the rare treasure called Nine Suns True Fire Comb, Chen Ping believed that it would be impossible for him to catch it unscathed when he was in his prime.

"Di Yao Immortal!"

Mu Shisheng shouted coldly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Could it be that you can ignore the inheritance of Liulihai?"

"Tsk tsk, fellow daoist Mu's threat really hit Di's weakness, but with fellow daoist Chen Ping here, it's not certain who will win the battle today."

The corner of Di Yaoxian's mouth curled up, and he said in a dark voice: "As long as you fall here, won't everything be calm?"

Seeing his undisguised killing intent, even Chen Ping couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

If he hadn't personally planned the war between the two clans, he might have thought Di Yaoxian was the culprit hiding behind the scenes!
However, Chen Ping immediately burst out laughing comfortably, and he began to look at this old guy who acted directly with admiration.

(End of this chapter)