Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 361

Lonely?

Chen Ping didn't understand the meaning of the word in Fan Yiqiao's mouth, he frowned and said, "Fan Daoyou, what should we do next?"

The protective formation automatically stopped functioning, and the unidentified disciples of the Star-Defying Sect rushed out of the city one by one.

Those who were closer, and those who already knew that their ancestors were accepted as disciples by Lanyue Daoist, sneered and looked confident.

Under the protection of Lanyue Sect, they did not believe that people from Broken Star Sect dared to massacre the city.

"Senior Brother Fan..."

Gong Lingshan looked devastated and opened her mouth, only to find that a spar seemed to be blocked in her throat.

Gu Zhenren's direct disciple, Jin Zhaoheng possessed such status, and continued to deal with Nixingzong, it was no different from courting death.

"Ha ha."

Fan Yiqiao suddenly smiled sinisterly, and his voice was extremely cold: "Kill, don't leave a single one behind!"

Immediately after he flipped in the air, he turned into a large ice crystal sparrow several feet long, flapped his wings, and immediately icy flames billowed. blown by.

With a sound of "嗤啦", the male cultivator's protective glow was torn apart like confetti, and a half-foot-long ice pick pierced through his chest easily.

The corner of the male cultivator's mouth twitched subconsciously, and his pupils were filled with disbelief.

After the ancestor worshiped under Jin Dan's seat, Yuan Dan of the Broken Star Sect turned a deaf ear to it. Could it be that he was planning to die with them?

Then, before the male cultivator had time to call for help, a pure white ice flower bloomed on his chest, freezing him into a human-shaped crystal ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping couldn't help but twitch his eyelids. The monk Fan Yiqiao blatantly killed just now was none other than Jin Wufang, the elder of the Jin family!

Fan Yiqiao not only killed people, but also Jin Zhaoheng's relatives.

He proved his determination to eradicate Nixingzong with his actions.

In a moment of thought, the white ice pick disappeared out of nowhere on Jin Wufang's chest in a flash.

The nearby Star-Defying Sect Foundation Establishers were terrified, and at the same time exclaimed, they urged all kinds of treasures to come crashing down.

But nothing was obtained except smashing the ice sculpture that Jin Wufang had turned into.

"Let's go separately. If you can escape from birth, you must go to Lanyue and report today's events to the ancestors!"

In the crowd, someone gave a loud shout anxiously, and then more than a dozen escaping lights lit up at the same time, shooting into the sky in all directions.

"Junior Sister Gong, Brother Chen, please help me intercept it. If the Supreme Master pursues it, Fan will bear it all."

Fan Yiqiao opened his mouth to spit out, a few ice arrows stirred up and chased after him, and sent a voice transmission to several people.

"It seems that this old guy must have someone to rely on."

Chen Ping shrank his eyes, and Fan Yiqiao's voice was very steady at the moment, without a trace of panic, which was obviously unreasonable.

However, at this time, there is really no need to worry about other things.

Whether it is Chen Ping himself or the Haichang Chen family, they have already developed an endless hatred with Jin Zhaoheng. Instead of looking forward and backward, it is better to completely destroy his minions first.

With a cold glance, Chen Ping put away the pure Yang sword that had lost his spirituality, picked out a top-grade spiritual weapon in the shape of a long knife in the storage ring, followed the shadow-scaping step, and blocked the two fleeing foundation builders. retreat.

Gong Lingshan and Fang Chuwu were also intelligent and decisive people, they showed their supernatural powers without much hesitation, and started a frenzied slaughter one after another.

In front of Yuan Dan Daxiu, the cultivator who established the foundation was almost powerless to fight back.

In just a few breaths, the dozen or so Star-Defying Sect disciples who had escaped more than a hundred feet away let out screams one after the other, and each was cut in half by a series of powerful magical powers, and blood flew all over the place. Down.

Several people exchanged a look in tacit agreement, and Fang Chuwu and Fan Yiqiao landed at the same time, surrounding the helpless small spirit ship.

But Gong Lingshan and Chen Ping scattered one to the left and one to the right, and chased closely the dozens of juniors who fled to the outside of the city.

……

Jinrui Island, Fengming Town.

A green glow quickly dragged over from the sky, and when all the brilliance faded away, a man in long clothes with an expressionless face was revealed.

This person is naturally Chen Ping.

In the less than half an hour before that, he released his huge spiritual consciousness to search carefully, causing heavy casualties to the members of the Nixingzong. Even a few juniors who were hiding in the mortal living area were found out and brutally killed.

"Don't hide it, my spiritual sense is far above yours."

Looking at a thick old tree below, Chen Ping said calmly.

After a while, the surrounding area was still very quiet, except for the occasional crisp birdsong.

"Deceiving yourself."

Chen Ping snorted sarcastically, and after sweeping his eyes coldly, he lightly pressed one hand to the void on the ground.

The purple blue flames fell down overwhelmingly, like a net from heaven and earth, covering the surrounding area of ​​the ancient wood impenetrably.

In an instant, with a burst of mana fluctuations, a white shadow halo staggered away from the tree trunk, and with a flicker of figure, it appeared at the edge of the sea of ​​fire more than ten feet away.

She was an unusually tall beauty with a curvy figure.

The clothes on her body are very simple, revealing some faint scenery of the canyon, which is really a feast for the eyes.

The barrier formed by the dry blue and purple flames made it impossible for this woman to escape. After all, she was only a Dzogchen monk who established the foundation, so how could she possibly be able to withstand the extremely high temperature of the spiritual flames.

The beauty in white clenched her teeth tightly, and the spiritual power in her body circulated rapidly, condensing shields one after another, tightly protecting the golden quilt she held on her chest.

Chen Ping's spiritual sense was pervasive, and he discovered early on that the quilt was an excellent defensive magic weapon, and there was a chubby baby boy wrapped in it.

"Miss Jin, we haven't seen each other for a long time since Haichang left."

With a thought, Chen Ping controlled the sea of ​​fire to retreat a hundred feet, and then said calmly.

That's right, this woman in white is exactly Jin Bihan, the original tenth elder of the Jin family.

Speaking of which, Chen Ping still has a relationship with her on two sides.

The first time was at the auction house in Jinruifang City. Chen Ping bid a high price for the soul spring water and went to the inner hall to pay for the spirit stones, while Jin Bihan was the one who consigned the spring water.

At that time, he also made up a wandering master Yuandan, and fooled this girl well.

The second meeting was not so pleasant.

Tens of years ago, the Nixing Sect was newly established, and Jin Bihan, Jin Liangji, and Jin Wufang came to Haichang to lobby the Chen family to merge into the sect.

But the Chen family would only be a fool on the fence, so they politely rejected the Jin family.

Chen Ping broke his fortune to eliminate the disaster, and he took the initiative to bow his head and hand over [-] spirit stones before reluctantly sending the three of them away.

"If you want to kill or slash, please listen and respect."

Jin Bihan's face was pale, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Glancing at the blazing sea of ​​flames, she felt extremely hopeless in her heart.

She is just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, far from the half-step Yuan Dan's strength.

Not to mention that the man in Tsing Yi in front of him is a genuine Yuandan cultivator, even if she has grown a pair of wings, she is doomed.

"It's all my fault for taking it lightly."

Jin Bihan regretted it too much, and smiled bitterly.

No one would have imagined that this person, with his middle-grade spiritual roots, would transform himself into a Yuandan Daxiu in just a few decades.

If I knew that when the persuasion failed and returned, I should have advised my ancestors and got rid of Haichang and Chen Ping first regardless of everything. Maybe there would be no disaster like today.

"Miss Jin, is this little guy your heir?"

Of course, Chen Ping would not care about the woman's thoughts, quietly suspended above the sea of ​​flames, pointing to the bedding and asking.

"What's the matter with you."

Jin Bihan responded coldly without any fear.

But the next moment, as if the high temperature of the flame had invaded the magic weapon, the baby cried loudly with an extremely uncomfortable "wow".

"Yin'er!"

Jin Bihan's bright eyes turned red, and the struggling eyes flashed away, and then he shouted to Chen Ping as if he had made a decision: "Senior Chen, this junior does not try to live in vain, but Yin'er is innocent, I beg you to spare him Life."

"Is he your child?"

Chen Ping was indifferent, and asked again.

"Jin Yin is indeed the heir of the younger generation, and he will only be one year old next month."

This time, Jin Bihan replied hastily without any hesitation.

"Is it."

Chen Ping said indifferently, and suddenly grabbed backhand, an invisible restraint evolved around Jin Bihan out of thin air, restraining him so that he couldn't move.

Afterwards, he slapped Jin Bihan on the forehead with his palm, and activated the Tianxiao soul search technique.

After a while, Chen Ping let go of her, and stood close to her with his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering.

This woman did not lie, this baby boy was born by her and an elder of Nixing Sect.

However, Jin Bihan's Taoist companion had just died under the sword of Fan Yiqiao.

"Senior Chen, please let Yin'er go, his memory hasn't formed yet, and he can't remember his life experience at all, senior just let him be a mortal."

Jin Bihan began to cry, choked up with sobs, knelt down on her knees, and kept kowtowing.

A trace of sweet frankincense floated into his nostrils, staring at the other party's charming face and plump body, Chen Ping frowned, and after a while, he let out a long sigh.

He didn't kill him right away, firstly because of the existence of this baby, and another key point is that Jin Bihan had once saved his life.

At that premeditated auction that year, he was competing with a group of people for a Erdaowen Foundation Establishment Pill. It was this female voice transmission who reminded him that if he took the bid for the Foundation Establishment Pill, he might not be able to leave the hall.

Therefore, Chen Ping gave up decisively.

Although Jin Bihan wanted to please the nonexistent Yuandan master behind him, but the favor was really owed.

"You can kill yourself, this little guy, I can spare him from dying."

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping said quietly.

"What the senior said is true!"

Jin Bihan's beautiful eyes lit up, as if rejuvenated, said excitedly.

"This seat is not enough to deceive a dying person."

Chen Ping's lips moved without any emotion.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior."

For the sake of the child, Jin Bihan endured the grief in his heart and kowtowed nine times to the enemy, then slowly stretched out a palm to press on his chest.

Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, it takes a lot of courage to commit suicide, let alone a foundation cultivator with sufficient lifespan like Jin Bihan.

If she hadn't stood on the edge of the cliff, she would rather fight Chen Ping to the end.

A line of tears slowly slipped down. How much she wanted to accompany her son to grow up, test his spiritual roots, and teach him how to cultivate.

But he didn't die, Chen Ping got angry, and even his son was buried here.

"Yin'er, take care, mother wishes you a safe and peaceful life."

Lowering her head slightly, Jin Bihan kissed the baby boy, and then stretched out a pair of small hands in a frenzy, hugging her face.

After a few breaths, when a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of Jin Bihan's mouth was about to drip onto the baby, Chen Ping swung his sleeve robe with quick eyes and hands, and rolled up the blanket completely.

Transferred from a familiar relative to a stranger, the baby cried out in fear.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to his eyebrows, and the baby boy fell asleep peacefully.

The consciousness entangled Jin Bihan to scan several times, and after confirming that she was gone, Chen Ping pursed his lips in a gloomy expression.

To be honest, if Jin Bihan was not from the Jin family, Chen Ping might not be able to give him a chance to survive.

But in view of the deadly enemy relationship between the two parties, and she herself is a foundation-establishing Dzogchen monk, it would be too dangerous to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

Taking away Jin Bihan's storage ring, Chen Ping dug a deep pit, pushed the body gently into it, and then transplanted a few unremarkable small trees on the soil bag.

"Miss Jin, I will try my best to fulfill your last wish."

Chen Ping cupped his hands towards the unmarked and unmarked grave, then hugged the baby and turned into a rainbow light and flew towards Fengming Town.

After picking a luxurious mansion, Chen Ping landed quietly and took away dozens of gold and silver items without anyone noticing.

After only a short while, an astonishing thunder rose again, and it seemed that the direction it was fleeing was not Jinrui City.

……

After more than half a day, Chen Ping returned to Jinrui Island, but he was alone at this time.

The little baby boy, Jin Yin, was placed by him on a mortal island two thousand miles away.

The island is not big, stretching for more than 20 miles from north to south, and there are thousands of mortal households in it, who make a living by mining and fishing on weekdays.

After Chen Ping changed his appearance, he carefully screened dozens of families with his soul searching technique, and finally settled on a fisherman surnamed Xu.

This person is young, just turned 30 years old, and his wife gave birth to an only daughter for him a few years ago.

Xu and his wife are kind and simple, and they get along well with their neighbors.

It was raining heavily, and Chen Ping carried a huge boulder like a rockery, and rushed into the hospital at a step of three feet, opened the mouths of Xu and his wife in shock, and couldn't get together for a long time.

When Xu's couple learned that this person was a congenital master, they were immediately dumbfounded, and respectfully welcomed him into the house.

Chen Ping orchestrated a lie, asking the two of them to adopt his "nephew" Jin Yin.

In the eyes of mortals, a congenital martial artist is no less than an immortal teacher flying around. How could the Xu couple dare to refuse, they repeatedly promised to raise the baby boy as their own son.

Chen Ping was extremely satisfied, and left behind thirty gold wares and forty silver wares, which were enough for ordinary people to live affluently for a lifetime.

Since the baby boy is still young, the spiritual root cannot be detected yet, and Chen Ping has no way of knowing whether the baby has the aptitude to cultivate immortals.

In order to prevent him from stepping into the immortal way in the future, Chen Ping tampered with Xiao Jinyin's body and transformed some of his meridians.

Unless there is an expert in Yuandan Realm to help him reshape, it is absolutely impossible to recover by himself.

Before leaving, Chen Ping thought over and over again, and injected a thin trace of Dan Qi into the baby boy's body.

This ray of pill energy can make the little guy have extraordinary physique and infinite strength, so that he will not be bullied by mortals and low-level warriors.

"Master Xiantian Martial Saint, I don't know... what name should he use in the future?"

The fisherman surnamed Xu clumsily clasped his fists and asked falteringly.

"Any name is fine."

Leaving the house, Chen Ping's figure disappeared into the downpour in the blink of an eye, and after a while, a melancholy voice floated into the fishermen's ears.

"My surname is Xu, my first name is Ping An."

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