Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 443 Immortal Lightning Method (4.5k monthly ticket required)
Gently clenching his hands, feeling the tense physical strength all over his body, Chen Ping had no doubt that he could easily smash a high-grade defensive weapon with one punch.

So far, his Dharma cultivation and physical cultivation realms have progressed side by side, and both have reached the late Yuan Dan stage.

Of course, Chen Ping's Dharma body practitioners are still in name only.

There is only one origin vein in the human race.

And the magic power of the Nine Changes Flame Spirit Jue flows in his Shiyuan veins.

If he chooses another body training method to practice at the same time, and the two diametrically opposed mana powers flow in the source vein, it will definitely destroy his dao foundation and lead to the severance of immortality.

It is precisely because of the limitation of the number of Shiyuan veins that hundreds of millions of practitioners have practiced since ancient times, and there are only a handful of fellow practitioners who have truly achieved the dharma body.

Those sages and sages of the human race with two origin lines may have swallowed some kind of extremely high-level treasure and acquired a strange body.

With Chen Ping's cultivation base, there is no need to think about it.

Glancing at the last remaining sea tide pill, he had no intention of using it anymore.

Yesterday, the efficacy of the sixth Haichao Pill had been greatly reduced, less than half of what it was before.

From this point of view, if this pill is taken by the same monk, at most seven to eight pills, the body will develop irreversible resistance.

Spending millions of resources to break through a small level of body refining realm, even in Jin Dan's eyes, is unreasonable.

However, Chen Ping felt that it was barely enough.

Supernatural powers are a process of accumulation step by step. Each time, the strength increases by [-]% or [-]%. After entering the Jindan stage, you can accumulate a lot of strength and continue to dominate the same level.

His cultivation path in this life is too comfortable, even in Yuandan realm, he can easily deal with monks of the same level.

If after the golden core stage, he loses the means to crush his peers, this is something he is very unwilling to accept.

Then, he poured a bucket of hot spring water into a pit, and Chen Ping slowly fell into the pool to wash off the dirt all over his body.

This new cave looks extravagant.

Only the second-order moonstones were inlaid with as many as fifteen or six pieces, overflowing with silver light, lighting up the entire secret room.

But Chen Ping's hasty change of retreat place was not because he was afraid of Jifeng Mountain, Qihuang Chamber of Commerce and other forces.

He is in Fuyou City, so he is not afraid of Xiaoxiao's blatant actions at all.

But as the saying goes, it's hard to guard against backstabs, and a leisurely environment is more suitable for monks to meditate and retreat.

I still remember a vivid and tragic example that happened on the Tianyan Continent in the previous life.

Two small foundation-establishing families were fighting for a certain spiritual object.

One of the elders of the family, when he broke through the bottleneck in the later stage of foundation establishment, in order to avoid the enemy, he purposely found a huge city of cultivating immortals with strict rules to meditate and retreat.

He himself felt that it was safe, that the enemy family would not dare to rush into the cave to assassinate him openly.

Unexpectedly, after he revealed his whereabouts, the Chou family really did not have the guts to kill people in the city, but they directly took over the eight nearby caves.

At the critical moment of his breakthrough, he beat the gongs and drums to create noise.

The monk's drums and gongs are all spiritual weapons, and the elder was greatly disturbed and failed to break through without accident, and even injured Daoji.

He sued the guards in the city in a rage, but the enemy argued that they were holding a grand ancestor worship ceremony, and no one could fault it.

The angry man vomited blood for three feet, so he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky.

The whole incident sounds ridiculous, but it is worthy of warning for every monk.

Next, the secret technique that Chen Ping is going to practice is very important, and there can be no mistakes.

"This brat is really full of love and poison."

Chen Ping frowned unconsciously after sweeping his consciousness to the outside world.

For ten days and nights, Weng Mu, who was supposed to hit the bottleneck, fidgeted, scratched his head and touched his ears, and lingered in front of his secret room every once in a while, hesitating in advance and retreat.

Chen Ping didn't know why, this worthless apprentice in his family was thinking about Shaoying.

He originally planned to wait for Weng Mu to break through the middle stage of foundation establishment, and then tell the truth.

Considering the current situation, Weng Mu will never be in samadhi if this matter is not resolved first.

Chen Ping snorted coldly, jumped out of the spring pool, put on a green shirt and long robe, and pushed open the door of the stone chamber.

……

"Meet Master."

Weng Mu's eyes were delighted, and he saluted deeply.

However, he never expected a cloth bag to hit him head-on.

"Did Master not find her?"

After catching the untouched cloth bag, Weng Mu was stunned and said eagerly.

Without saying a word, Chen Ping crushed a picture bead in his hand.

The light curtain opened, and at first it was a ray of light flying towards the house.

The owner of Huyuelou, He Wencheng, is driving the spirit weapon and rushing into the hall with Shao Ying.

When Weng Mu saw the appearance of Shao Ying with her belly puffed out, she felt like being hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the disbelief on her face sublimated into endless fear.

With his dignified foundation-building stage cultivation base, his body limp on the ground uncontrollably.

"Thank you for meeting me, the mortal woman owes nothing to him."

After hearing Shao Ying's calm and calm words, Weng Mu's eyes ached unbearably, tears flowed non-stop, and he fell on his back without wiping, lifeless like a corpse.

"Humph!"

Chen Ping's face turned gloomy, Weng Mu's temperament was so bad, even a mortal woman was far inferior.

But seeing his extremely hurt appearance, Chen Ping finally softened a bit in his heart, mobilized the huge power of the soul, and said softly: "Mu'er, you should understand Miss Shaoying's painstaking efforts."

Weng Mu trembled and raised his head, his face was full of bewilderment.

The spiritual power of a high-level monk not only has the effect of deterring, but also has the effect of bewitching and calming emotions.

Chen Ping had never imagined before that his supernatural power was only limited to the existence of a Jindan cultivator, and he would waste precious power of spirit and soul to appease his emotionally hurt disciple.

However, after Weng Mu woke up a little bit, his chest was filled with great pain again, and he kowtowed continuously: "Master, I must ask her to understand."

"An immortal is an immortal, and everything is ordinary. Since she has a good belonging, Mu'er, all you have to do is to silently bless her."

Chen Ping continued to persuade him to control the mind and soul to rush into Weng Mu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Under the influence of external forces, Weng Mu seemed to be less determined, and while the tears were still wet, he murmured: "Why did she forget our agreement so cruelly?"

"For a mortal woman, no matter whether she is active or passive, she may not be allowed to make a choice."

Chen Ping showed a trace of loneliness, and said faintly: "When I saw her that day, the corners of Shaoying's eyes were already wrinkled. After 20 years, her black hair will change to gray. After [-] years, her skin will be as old as bark. For eighty years, dusk comes and erases all traces of life."

"I don't think you will selfishly hope that she will always be alone for a long time."

"No liability, no debt..."

Weng Mu's lips moved slightly, his eyes were tightly closed, and a series of tears flowed silently from the side of his face, without any crying, just letting the tears flow down continuously.

"There are so many annoying things."

Seeing that he was still in a dejected and hurtful state, Chen Ping couldn't help shaking his arms and felt a headache. He would rather rob a fake Dan monk and fight for hundreds of rounds.

After all, he has very little experience in the relationship between men and women.

Those sentiments to persuade Weng Mu are all the original words recorded in the book that the monks warned themselves in order to cut off the demons of love when they were crossing the catastrophe.

Fortunately, Weng Mu didn't disappoint him too much. After crying heartily, he stood up straight and patted off the dust.

"Master is worried, and besides, Master is taking care of Shaoying, and the apprentice is very grateful."

Weng Mu bowed his knees with an unusually calm expression.

"Miss Shaoying's heart is very happy to be a teacher, not all because of you."

Chen Ping received a gift without being polite.

Although Weng Mu's state at this time is a bit strange, it is better than crying.

Maybe his stagnation needs more time to smooth it out.

"Hurry up and practice, when you break through the Yuan Dan, you will be able to get the beauty of the sky, and even a female cultivator with a spiritual body."

Chen Ping said in a persuasive manner: "The Beauty Palace that your father often goes to is also a good place. In the future, you will mature your puppet making skills and earn a lot of spirit stones. Don't forget to take your teacher there to be chic."

Hearing such unscrupulous words, Weng Mu felt a touch of emotion out of thin air.

Being able to make such a joke from the always strict master is enough to prove his position in his heart.

Weng Mu was deeply moved, and secretly vowed not to disappoint his father and master again.

Of course, at this moment, he has no idea that Chen Ping's words are actually the arrangement for his life.

……

After enlightening his disciples, Chen Ping did not choose to return to the secret room.

Instead, he jumped straight into the huge platform below the cave, and released several third-order puppets.

After giving the puppets an order that no matter who breaks in, they will be killed without mercy, he flipped over with one hand and took out a tightly wrapped jade box from the storage ring.

Chen Ping swiped a finger towards the void of the box.

A blue-threaded lightning-like spiritual light shot out from the fingertips, and around it, the jade box was torn apart, and a golden leaf was suspended in the air.

The golden-patterned method leaf that records the Thunderbolt Method of Breaking the Formation!

This method has a total of six layers, and he only took out the first layer for the time being.

A high-level treasure secret technique!
Rao Chen Ping knew something about it decades ago, but it is still unavoidable that his mood is turbulent.

"Let me see the magic of Lei Fa."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping resolutely pressed the golden leaf to his forehead.

As soon as his chest felt tight, a sense of dizziness immediately passed into his soul, and then his ears and nose seemed to be filled with the buzzing sound of boiling water, his consciousness changed instantly, and he entered another space.

The scene here is extremely strange.

All areas swept by the naked eye are full of cyan lightning flashing, and at the same time, thunder roars in all directions, endlessly.

In the center of the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, there is a hundred-mile mountain formed entirely by lightning.

A burly-browed man with an expressionless face and wearing leather armor raised his hands to the sky, circles of pure yellow spiritual power were extremely rich, turning into dragons that were ten thousand feet long, flickering around him.

"It seems that the senior who taught the fairy thunder method is him."

Chen Ping's heart trembled, thinking secretly.

It was an old man with colorful veils who taught him the Taiyiyan divine method, and the big man in the thunder field was obviously a great master who majored in earth spirit power.

Slightly calming down distracting thoughts, Chen Ping bowed to the big man from a distance.

The ones who can leave Taoism in the leaves of Zhenyang sycamore are at least the existence of the transformation stage. Regardless of whether they have self-awareness or not, Chen Ping must not neglect it.

After a few breaths, the picture that was still static just now suddenly changed.

The thick-browed man seemed to not be able to see Chen Ping at all. He bent down and pushed hard with both arms, and the earth spirit power dragons wrapped around his body surged out in an instant, quickly connecting together, and turning into a piece. The yellow ocean blasted towards the Thunder Mountain.

At the junction of the two, earth spirit power and thunder light intertwined, as if two ancient giant beasts were fighting desperately with all their strength.

The next moment, Huang Xiazhong suddenly burst into the air, and more than a dozen brilliant lightsabers pierced into a line and slashed out at the same time, cutting the Thunder Mountain in half abruptly.

The rioting thunder spirit power scattered wildly, and a huge black shadow gradually emerged from the center of the thunder and lightning mountain.

"This is!"

Chen Ping took a few breaths of cold air, with horror in his eyes.

The black shadow reached a hundred feet in length, and seemed to be the head of a foreign race he had never seen before.

There are dense spikes growing on this head, and three pairs of huge eyes are distributed on the face, all of which are tightly closed.

Waves of Lei Lingli, so pure and indescribably pure, are emitting piece by piece from all over the head.

The terrifying yellow clouds on the big man's body formed chains like fairy stones, binding the huge head tightly.

And directly below the head, there is a strange long sword wrapped in dark blue lightning obliquely.

The appearance of this sword is very strange. One side is not a smooth and sharp blade, but a series of mountains and rivers, with twists and turns.

Chen Ping couldn't see what was engraved on the sword, he could only see pieces of vivid thunder and lightning continuously erupting from the long sword.

"My lord, Tu Ling, wants to cultivate the immortal thunder, so I take your accompanying thunder treasure to fuse the cultivation method."

The big man's lips did not open, but his indifferent and emotionless voice spread everywhere.

The tone seemed to be explaining to Chen Ping, but also to inform the head.

Seeing this, Chen Ping understood.

Like him, the senior is not a thunder cultivator, so to practice the immortal thunder method, one must choose a thunder treasure to fuse with the physical body.

As for the race of the head, and what is the accompanying treasure, Chen Ping didn't know anything about it.

However, the Lei Bao that can be selected by the cultivator of Huashen is obviously dozens or hundreds of times stronger than Xuansen Lei Pan.

"Call, slam, slap..."

After the big man read a series of jerky characters, a puff of blood spurted out. Not only did the light thread on the thunder sword not bounce off it, but he was dissipated by the blood-stained collapse.

Then, he opened his mouth and breathed in, and the thunder sword was pulled out from the crack in the ground and swallowed into his belly.

A vast memory swept up in an instant, Chen Ping shuddered suddenly, and his vision shifted to a land of flesh and blood.

The internal organs, meridians and dantian are all under control, this familiar yet unfamiliar place is actually the human body.

The next moment, Chen Ping clearly realized that this place was not his body.

Because the aura emanating from the surrounding area was too powerful, not to mention the heart and lungs, even the tiniest meridian gave him a thrilling feeling.

Even if it is contaminated by a drop of ordinary blood in this body, it is hard to escape the ending of annihilation.

Moreover, the spiritual acupoints opened up in this body are shining brightly, which is a hundred times as many as his current one.

Judging by various signs, he was in the body of the senior man.

The inhaled thunder sword reached forward to the heart and penetrated all the way to the right foot.

"boom!"

At this time, a loud sound exploded, and a large meridian shattered, and countless blood poured into Lei Jian as if he had been endowed with spiritual wisdom.

……

From the beginning to the end, Chen Ping has been immersed in the scene, as if he was refining the accompanying thunderbolt.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his consciousness finally returned to the outside world.

Only a bare sycamore leaf petiole remained on the finger.

Immediately, Chen Pingfang heaved a sigh of relief after sweeping the time hourglass placed on the ground.

It turned out to be a false alarm, and the teaching process only lasted half an hour.

"disease!"

Chen Ping let out a low shout, and Xuan Sen Lei Pan appeared in his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when he has the deepest understanding, he will start to fuse this thing.

A ball of spiritual fire erupted from the body, and the clothes on his body were instantly turned into fly ash, and the whole person became naked in an instant.

He opened his mouth without hesitation and sucked it in, and Lei Pan spun in from his mouth.

……

Time passed little by little, and after three full months, Chen Ping's skin, which was originally smooth as jade, was vaguely covered with a layer of ivory-like luster, which shimmered slightly.

Cyan electric arcs raged out from the body, and circled around the body surface, and severe pain like a thousand cuts came from all over the body.

But Chen Ping didn't realize it, and slowly spread his right palm, a ball of lightning vortex the size of an egg appeared silently out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)