Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 368
In a blink of an eye, the three beams of light chased each other to a small hill on the deserted island.

"Jie Jie, Fairy Yang hides her secrets and ran for two thousand miles in one breath. I want to see how long your secret technique can last!"

A man's strange laughter burst out in the thick gray fog, and the broken gong-like voice made people feel a little uncomfortable when they heard it.

Facing the men's threats and sarcasm, the white light in front ignored it, and slid across the hill at a speed of three minutes.

"Bingge, this is already the edge of the sea area ruled by Cang Jizong, we must eradicate her as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

On the five-petaled strange flower more than [-] feet behind the dense fog, there was a melodious voice like a silver bell.

Then, the petals opened slightly, revealing an extremely alluring and seductive woman.

This woman's clothes can't be described as simply revealing, only a few vital places are covered with a layer of lavender tulle, and the other places are empty.

But that self-deceiving cover-up is meaningless at all, even ordinary people with better eyesight can see her mountains, rivers and rifts.

"What Sister Lu said is true, but her way of escaping is quite mysterious. Do you have the appropriate magical powers to intercept it?"

The eyes of the man under the thick fog flashed, and he asked immediately through voice transmission.

"Bingge, you are the first disciple of senior Qiyuan, he is proficient in strange skills, didn't he teach you some cards!"

The vixen girl covered her mouth and smiled, suddenly the waves were turbulent, and then she cast a meaningful wink over there, and said coquettishly: "Bingge, as long as you get rid of her quickly, the concubine can serve you earlier, and Yang Yueniang's property belongs to you, how about it?"

"Stinky bitch, why don't you show your hole card, the Tong family has been passed down for thousands of years, and they really lived on dogs."

The man in the dense fog cursed secretly, slashed fiercely at the woman's exquisite figure, and gulped down his throat uncontrollably.

In the past half a month, he only managed to get away with this stunner's body once, and he was not allowed to touch it again.

Although this woman is more than 100 years old, the ecstasy of the body is so real that he can't extricate himself.

Of course, what really moved him was the last sentence.

As a foundation-building Dzogchen monk from a great sect, Yang Yueniang definitely carried a lot of property with her, which was enough to make up for his loss.

"Haha, Sister Lu, you must keep your word. Our mentors and apprentices will help your Tong family achieve supremacy, so don't suffer a big loss in the end."

The man smiled and touched the storage ring, and a golden object was held on the palm of his hand.

"This is?"

While maintaining the high-speed flight, the vixen girl glanced at it in astonishment.

I saw a golden silk ball the size of an egg floating out of the thick fog, exuding a faint brilliance, as if it had been specially refined.

"This is a strange treasure yuan net bead refined by the master. Its value is no less than a top-grade spiritual weapon. Every time it is placed in the auction, it will cause crowds to loot it. If it weren't for Sister Lu's eagerness to ask for it, He wouldn't." Willing to use it."

After a piercing sneer, a palm pierced through the thick fog, and the five black fingers suddenly grabbed the ball, and a black light flashed in the hand.

A thin gold thread sprayed out from the ball, and the longer it sprayed, the longer it crossed and reciprocated, and quickly woven into a small gold mesh, although it was only the size of a palm, it was unique and sparkling.

"go with!"

With a gloomy low shout, the golden wire net immediately turned into a yellow flying arrow, catching up with the white light in just two breaths.

"buzzing"

A square yellow light net suddenly rose up around it, sealing it tightly within a radius of three miles.

And the white light hit the light wall, let out a dull and delicate snort, and was immediately bounced back.

However, the cultivator who controlled the white light obviously did not give up resistance, shed a bright three-color light, and immediately fled underground.

But even a spider web-like restriction appeared below, and the light ball only penetrated a few feet into the soil before being pushed back out again.

This time, the white light seemed to be really in a hurry, bumping around in the wall of light like a chaotic fly, but without exception, it could not break through, the light net that the ball turned into was everywhere, leaving no trace gap.

Due to the delay of a few breaths, a man and a woman who were not far away from each other completely chased after them.

The light wall automatically moved a few feet apart, and when the two of them entered with a "shua" and "shua", they quickly closed together very spiritually.

"Fairy Yang, He Mou advises you not to do useless work. Although Yuanwangzhu is a one-time rare treasure, even a half-step Yuandan powerhouse will be trapped for ten breaths, not to mention that the fairy is only promoted In a few years, the establishment of the foundation will be complete."

The gray fog cleared away, and standing there was a square-faced man in black and barefoot, his tone full of ridicule and relaxation.

The flying white light paused abruptly, then stopped completely after the brilliance faded away, and a young woman with about twenty appearance appeared.

This woman's face is as gentle as jade, her skin is like snow, her eyebrows are curved, her small nose is slightly upturned, and her clothes are not necessarily luxurious. She only has a string of faint blue pearls hanging on her neck, emitting a faint light. Halo, she looks more like a jade carved in powder.

"Fellow Daoist He, you colluded with the Tong family without authorization and got involved in the orthodox dispute in Liulihai. Aren't you afraid that senior Qi Yuan will blame you?"

The woman's red lips parted lightly, and said in an incomparably cold way.

"Hahaha!"

The monk surnamed He grinned and laughed wildly: "Fairy Yang jumped the wall in a hurry. Since He dared to hunt down the next suzerain of the Cangji Sect in broad daylight, he is not afraid to tell you that the master has been honored by the Tong family." Invited, I became a guest of Wuhui Island."

"What, senior Qiyuan has gotten involved with the Tong family!"

After hearing what the big man said triumphantly, Yang Yueniang couldn't help being shocked, and her face immediately turned pale.

There were originally two Yuandan monks on Wuhui Island, if she got the help of Qiyuan Sanren again, her Cangji Sect would be in dire straits.

You must know that Qiyuan Sanren is the number one monk in Liulihai, and his strength is even more powerful than his master.

"I must find a way to escape and report this shocking news to Master."

Looking around calmly, Yang Yueniang's thoughts changed sharply.

"Senior Qiyuan has great powers, Yang Yueniang, your backer can no longer be relied upon!"

The vicious woman jumped down from the center of the petals, revealing a fierce look on her face.

Thinking of her, Tong Lu, she is one of the top five elders in Wuhui Island, with outstanding appearance and charming body, she has always been an unattainable existence in the minds of countless low-level male cultivators.

However, Yang Yueniang's reputation for nearly a hundred years overwhelmed her.

Good gossip, even combining the two together for a nickname.

Cangji Fairy Wu Hui and Yan Yao are the two beauties that Liulihai monks often mention after dinner.

Tong Lu was extremely dissatisfied with this. Why is Yang Yueniang a fairy, but she has the title of a demon?
Although she was full of jealousy, but because of Di Yaoxian's intimidation, she could only dare to be angry and dare not speak out.

Now, Qiyuan Sanren unequivocally expressed support for the Tong family's seizure of Taoism. Seeing that Cangjizong's doomsday was coming early, she no longer had any scruples at this time.

"From now on, only Fairy Wu Hui will remain in Liulihai."

Tong Lu's heart was filled with joy, his chest swelled and shrunk, which was really alluring.

"Hehe, Fairy Yang is born beautiful and I feel sorry for her. It would be a pity to kill him like this. Why don't you feel wronged, as long as you voluntarily abolish your cultivation base and serve He in the future, I will say it in front of the master. I can save your life."

The cultivator surnamed He stroked his chin, staring at Yang Yueniang with malicious intentions and constantly looking at her, a pair of small eyes that were slightly squinted burst out with obscene rays of light from time to time.

"A head full of stupid things occupied by bug spirits."

Tong Luxiu frowned, cursing in her heart.

But this He Haobing is not only the first apprentice of senior Qi Yuan, but also the strength of a half-step Yuan Dan, otherwise how could she be willing to sacrifice herself to win him over.

Turning his eyes, Xu Lu stepped forward to hold He Haobing's arm, and said coquettishly, "Bingge, you are not allowed to eat from the bowl and look at the pot, isn't the concubine's skill better than her?"

"Jie Jie, kung fu is slowly tempered, and it becomes more and more mature little by little. This process makes He even more obsessed and excited."

He Haobing licked his lips with a sinister smile, but his spiritual sense locked on to Yang Yueniang, but if there was any abnormality in this girl, he didn't mind beating her into a dead body.

Beauty is important, but it must not delay Master's important affairs.

"My father is the leader of the Fire Smelting Alliance."

Yang Yueniang's eyes paused on the two of them respectively, and continued to say coldly: "He and Chen Ping, the ancestor of the Haichang Chen family, are old acquaintances."

"Furthermore, Dad has already planned to send me to Senior Chen Ping's room to serve. If you dare to touch a single hair of my hair today, Senior Chen will definitely not let you go."

He Haobing and Tong Lu seemed to be stunned after hearing her utter these words in a serious manner, and they stopped at a distance of more than ten meters away from her.

At this time, in an ancient forest in the east of Guangwang, a man in blue shirt stood far away with one foot on a thick tree trunk, showing a strange expression.

"What the hell……"

Spiritual consciousness is entrenched in that battlefield, the man in blue muttered with a big frown.

He is naturally the deity of Chen Ping in Yang Yueniang's mouth.

Just now, he was practicing the Phoenix Cry Qingming Technique in a closed room.

However, the divine sense released outside discovered the movement of the fighting on the island. It was the three monks who built the foundation and Dzogchen, and they chased to this deserted island for some reason.

Originally, he didn't intend to go out to meddle in other people's business. The situation in the cultivation world is uncertain, and it is normal for some creatures to fall every day.

No relatives, no reason, whoever died has nothing to do with him.

But from what the big man and the demon girl said, the beautiful woman on the other side was actually from the Cangji Sect.

Yang Yueniang, isn't this female cultivator the heir of Yang Fanying?

This girl worshiped Di Yao's sect, and was very much loved by him, and she was very likely to take over the position of suzerain of the next generation.

"Fellow Daoist Di once said that the ups and downs in Liulihai in recent years should be referring to the Tong family's rebellion."

With a flash of memory in his mind, Chen Ping thought silently.

He doesn't know who is stronger or weaker between Wuhui Island and Cangji Sect, but when Qiyuan Sanren joins in, Di Yaoxian definitely loses most.

It seems that fellow Daoist Di urgently needs the support of his old friends.

After thinking about it, Chen Ping flew out of the secret room and quietly lurked near the battlefield.

With the strength of his divine sense, no matter what kind of means these foundation establishment juniors use, they will not be able to detect it.

However, He Haobing and others couldn't even imagine that there was a genuine Yuan Dan Daxiu living in seclusion on the deserted ordinary island under their feet.

"This woman used my name to scare the enemy, which means that the results of the Haichang War more than ten years ago have spread to Liulihai. The so-called three people become tigers. Perhaps those who are open-minded will exaggerate the description of my supernatural powers. Extremely."

Chen Ping shrank his eyes and thought with a blank expression.

People in the cultivation world come and go, and various secret techniques of message transmission emerge in endlessly, so the speed at which gossip spreads is astonishing.

Furthermore, the Deng family and the Pu family are not obscure forces, once they are wiped out, there will inevitably be a lot of discussion.

Sure enough, the next scene confirmed his guess.

He Haobing and Tong Lu looked at each other, each with a look of surprise.

The word Chen Ping has been really popular in recent years.

He single-handedly killed several of his peers, and even the wood and stone holy capital, one of the three major loose cultivators, fell to Haichang.

A large chamber of commerce compiled a rookie list in a decent manner.

Among the hundreds of early Yuandan monks, Chen Ping ranked first, and the second place was the true biography of Lanyue.

It is enough to see that Chen Ping's strength is so strong that even if the elements of bragging are excluded, it is an unattainable existence for the foundation-building monks.

"Yang Yueniang, stop using tiger skin as a banner."

With a stern look on the beautiful face, Tong Lu said sarcastically: "The forces under your sect have rebelled one after another. If Senior Chen Ping really has that kind of relationship with you, why don't you see him come out to preside over the overall situation? Cang Jizong will be yours in the future anyway. Foundation."

"Far water can't save near fire, not to mention that the wood and stone saint has a false name, but he is the weakest of the three major casual cultivators. He can't do ten tricks under the hands of Master He. Chen Ping dares to come to Liulihai to make trouble. Master will fight He begged for mercy!"

The corner of He Haobing's mouth slanted, and he said in a gloomy way.

"Insanity!"

Yang Yueniang gritted her silver teeth, and when she was speechless, she quietly held two top-grade water spirit stones to recover.

"Sister Lu, let's kill her together!"

Seeing that the woman was still struggling, He Haobing finally lost his patience and rushed to grab it with one hand. A green phosphorus ghost claw burning with gray and white air emerged from the white cloud, and he grabbed it off without any politeness.

Tong Lu nodded in response, pulled out a huge silver sword from the five-petaled strange flower, danced lightly, a hurricane circled out, and then immediately turned into a wind dragon, attacking with a whistling, blowing the slender Yang Yueniang to the ground. Almost out of breath.

And Yang Yueniang's only means of protection was a white ring. Facing the attacks of two monks of the same rank, she was completely at a disadvantage and could only support herself.

Every time the grayish-white air on the ghost claw is contaminated with the ring, it will make a loud sizzling sound, accompanied by a burnt-like pungent smell, and the brilliance of this treasure will be dimmed a little when it is exposed to the face.

"The fighting skills of the juniors are really boring."

Chen Ping yawned, and with a wave of his hand, a purple-blue fireball as big as a face hit the yellow light net, melting it into nothingness in an instant.

"May I ask which senior is watching the battle? The junior is..."

The sudden change made He Haobing startled, and he hurriedly abandoned Yang Yueniang to be on guard. He couldn't help being terrified. He must be a monk of Yuandan who could break the Yuanwangzhu so lightly!

"I know, Qiyuan's senior disciple!"

There were teasing laughter in all directions, and then, what greeted He Binghao was an ordinary palm.

No matter how he defended, it was useless. A pair of big hands pierced his dantian violently, and his whole body was lifted in the air by a black-faced man like an eagle lifting a chick.

(End of this chapter)