Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 341
Deng Shunqi, who was ten miles away, was terrified when he saw No. 1 of his clan inexplicably cut off his vitality. He immediately stopped his body and shot back almost without hesitation.

"This... kid has practiced a soul technique!"

While Deng Shunqi fled in a panic, he kept recalling the scene just now in his mind.

The suffocating five-branched coral instantly crushed the consciousness of a monk in the late stage of Yuan Dan, which is definitely a real soul attack secret technique.

As far as he knows, there are no more than three soul-cultivating techniques in the cultivation world of the Yuanyan Islands.

And this small Haichang Island Yuandan actually has such a precious method hidden deep down.

Deng Shunqi knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to compete with Chen Ping, he might as well fly away immediately, the hope of escape was even greater.

As long as you report the news of the soul secret method to Lan Yuezong, soon, the entire Chen family will cease to exist.

"Where does Fellow Daoist Deng want to go, do you want me to give you a ride too?"

But at this moment, a cold scream suddenly came from behind him.

Startled, Deng Shunqi hurriedly turned his head, only to see a bunch of dazzling black and blue streaks coming towards him aggressively from far to near.

At a height of several tens of feet, Chen Ping was standing on the light with fluttering clothes, looking at him expressionlessly, with a chill in his eyes.

When Deng Shunqi was frightened and frightened, he raised his hand, only in time to throw out a few buckled thunder beads.

"Tips for carving insects."

Chen Ping opened his mouth unmoved, and a ray of ice spirit crystal flames shot out from his mouth, and split into four in the middle, turning into thinner flames, which accurately hit the surface of the thunder bead.

With a sound of "Zi La", Lei Zhu was instantly covered with a layer of blue ice armor, turning into four fist-sized ice balls, floating motionless.

Following the flash of lightning-like blue light, four clear cracking sounds of "bang bang" sounded, and several ice balls were easily smashed into pieces by the two sword qi.

"If you have any magical powers, feel free to use them, so that Chen can experience the power of Lei Linggen at the same level!"

Chen Ping looked indifferent, and said leisurely.

He could indeed unleash another coral phase to quickly kill Deng Shunqi.

But once his soul is gone, it means that he can't perform the Sky Night Soul Search Technique on him.

As far as he knew, the Deng family on Kongming Island had at least two profound exercises, as well as the secret method of refining and robbing thunder beads, all of which were treasures he wanted.

"Chen Ping, if you start a monk war with your supernatural powers, you will suffer backlash one day."

Seeing that Duan Guang's flying speed was much higher than his, and he had already intercepted him in advance, Deng Shunqi's last chance of luck was gone.

"Kongming Island has a foothold in the sea to intimidate all parties. Could it be that it relies on great benevolence and righteousness?"

Chen Ping smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

How firm is his heart to the Tao, how can it be influenced by the other party's few words.

After all, amidst gusts of wind, a huge black shadow emerged, blocking Deng Shunqi with him one after the other.

It was the severely damaged Demon Arm Demon Spider King.

As soon as Deng Shunqi gritted his teeth, an astonishing spiritual pressure was released all over his body, and he turned back into a horned giant surrounded by lightning.

"Even if you die today, Deng will tear off a piece of your flesh."

Deng Shunqi's voice became gloomy, and he grabbed his head with both hands suddenly.

Then he saw the two bull horns mixed with purple electricity were grabbed by him.

Then with a flick of his hands, a pair of giant horns more than ten feet long turned into two gleaming black iron rings in the blink of an eye.

Coupled with his big shoulders and round waist at the moment, plus the thunder armor all over his body, he seemed to have suddenly become majestic and full of evil spirits.

"Hey, fellow daoist, did you fuse your natal Taoist weapon with your spiritual body?"

Chen Ping stared at the giant with a sinister smile on his face. With a slap of the Chunyang sword, two completely different auras collided fiercely.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

In the place where the earth-shattering battle took place, apart from puddles of blood floating on the sea, there were no more people.

Somewhere on a small island, in a bush around Rich's, there were two people in it.

One of them was lying on the ground covered in black blood, motionless, like a corpse.

The other person's face was pale and bloodless, as if his vitality had been seriously injured.

"Crafter Lei Lingen is really powerful in combat. Except for the coral amulet, I can barely take him down with all means."

Chen Ping held his breath and adjusted his breath, and finally suppressed the churning blood, and said secretly.

Deng Shunqi, who has acquired a thunderous body, is almost as strong as the late Yuan Dan.

If it wasn't for the spider king puppet to restrain him, it's hard to say what the result would be.

With a movement of the cuff, Chen Ping stretched out a palm with five fingers, and grabbed Deng Shunqi's head.

At the same time, his eyes were slightly closed, and the faint golden light on his body surface fluctuated.

Time passed little by little, under the effect of the healing elixir, Chen Ping's face became more rosy, and he let go of his hand.

After getting the desired information, a cyan sword energy pierced through the man's chest, ending his path.

Deng Shunqi is not very old, so his memory is not too complicated.

However, Chen Ping has no time to absorb it right now.

The battles in several battlefields on Haichang Island have not stopped, and he has to race against time to go to support.

After collecting the corpse, the sword lotus surged from the soles of Chen Ping's feet and flew towards the family.

The two-hundred-mile sea journey basically does not require half a meal.

Landing at the ferry, Chen Ping realized that no one was watching, and then performed the Ziwei Containing Breathing Technique, and his clothes and clothes were integrated into the air around him.

"Old Man Di, it's useless for you to regret Mo Di now, there is often only one important choice!"

With a height of several hundred feet, Mushisheng shouted at Di Yaoxian in a cold voice with a happy expression on his face.

The words were filled with a sense of victory, but who made his arrogance justified?
Nearby, two powerful Taoist corpses are invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire. Even if a Taoist weapon hits them, only a string of black sparks burst out.

The fat and thin Taoist's opponents, Yang Fanying and Fan Yiqiao, were dripping with blood, and they retreated steadily after being suppressed, obviously unable to hold on to a few moves.

But the Deng family's double Yuandan chased Chen Pingyuan away, and the two Leixiu teamed up, even if he asked himself, he would retreat. If one of the early Yuandans was allowed to escape, the joke would become a big one.

"Old man Mu, you talk too much nonsense. Di has lived for nearly 500 years. What kind of desperate situation has he not experienced?"

Di Yaoxian sneered calmly on the surface, and observed the retreat calmly.

Chen Ping hasn't come back for so long, it's probably a disaster.

Moreover, he must not suddenly fall overseas, otherwise the inheritance of the Cangji Sect will be broken in his hands, and he will have no face to face the ancestors of the past generations after his death.

"Ugh."

Di Yaoxian sighed in annoyance, the treasure that can increase lifespan by 20 years is too tempting for a monk like him whose life is imminent.

Twenty years is enough for him to calmly arrange the inheritance of the sect.

He, who planned to be alone, couldn't help getting involved.

(End of this chapter)