Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 50
The white waves were churning, and at some point a bad wind blew up on the sea.

With a flick of Chen Ping's finger, a pool of salty and cold seawater poured on Xue Wen's face, waking him up instantly.

"Cough cough!"

Xue Wen took a few mouthfuls of seawater, looked around blankly, and found that he was no longer in Tianbao Pavilion, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Fatty Xue, do you still remember me?"

Chen Ping kicked him hard, and said in a playful tone.

"This spirit boat was built by my Xue family, you are Lu Yu!"

Xue Wen's face turned blue and white, struggling to hold on to the sail, and said weakly.

Although the two looked very different, Xue Wen was shrewd and cunning, and he guessed his real identity in no time.

"I went to your store to do business, but you sent someone to follow me and rob me."

"If it weren't for the fact that I have some skills, if I were someone else, I'm afraid I'd be dead!"

Chen Ping said sharply with his hands behind his back.

Xue Wen showed a smile uglier than crying, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all my fault for being blind and messing with an existence that shouldn't be messed with. Now that I'm in your hands, I'm going to kill you or cut me into pieces, so please listen to me!" "

"Fatty Xue, are you still playing tricks with me?"

Chen Ping slapped him dozens of times, making his face swollen like a pig's trotter.

"Ah, fellow daoist, stop, don't hit, don't hit."

Xue Wen was in so much pain that his dantian was sealed off, and his spiritual power seemed to sink into the sea. He tried his best, but unfortunately he couldn't bring up a trace of aura.

Although he is at the eighth level of Qi training, his mana is far inferior to that of Chen Ping. It is a daydream to untie the restriction in a short time.

"Say, where is that spirit beast?"

Chen Ping grabbed his throat and said coldly.

"I... I don't understand what Fellow Daoist... is talking about!"

A gleam of panic flashed across Xue Wen's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

"Is it clear now?"

With a wave of Chen Ping's sleeve, an incomparably bright red fire feather floated in style.

Xue Wen's expression was suffocated, his lips trembled, and he said in disbelief: "Impossible, you... how did you get the Lingyu?"

After all, Xue Wen felt a slip of the tongue and quickly covered his mouth.

"Tell me, where is it?"

Chen Ping approached suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

During Xue Wen's drowsy period, he carefully searched the dog's storage bag and spirit animal bag, but he did not find any clues.

"After I hand it over, can senior let me live?"

Xue Wen said expectantly.

"You think too much."

Chen Ping gave him a cold smile, decisively crushed the last heart-asking talisman, and patted it on top of Xue Wen's head.

"Where is the fire-attribute spirit bird you got?"

Chen Ping cut to the chase and asked straightforwardly.

"In my heart."

Xue Wen's answer made Chen Ping frowned, and then said: "Why do you keep it in your heart?"

"It was seriously injured before it broke its shell, and its vitality was as weak as a firefly. I spent tens of thousands of spirit stones and couldn't turn it back."

"So, I had no choice but to use my heart and soul to refine it and make it into a natal puppet."

Refining natal puppets?
Chen Ping's eyes were fixed, this is the magical power of a puppet.

The number of puppets controlled by the puppeteer is closely related to the spiritual consciousness.

The stronger the consciousness, the more puppets that can be manipulated at the same time.

But the natal puppet can only be refined once in a lifetime.

Theoretically, if there is a high-level puppet refining treasure, the natal puppet can keep improving with the monk's realm.

After ten breaths, the effect of the Heart Asking Talisman faded away, and Xue Wen also recovered his sanity.

"You, you are Chen Ping!"

With trembling hands, Xue Wenyu pointed at the unfamiliar young monk in front of him, speaking incoherently.

Yes, the easy bone technique can only last for a few hours.

Just now, Chen Ping's true face appeared in Xue Wen's eyes.

"Are you surprised?"

Chen Ping teased.

"Niece and son-in-law, please forgive me!"

Xue Wen knelt on both knees and kowtowed desperately.

All his nephews and nieces add up to dozens.

When Xue Yun married Chen Ping, it caused a bit of a stir in Baiye Island.

The direct descendant of the Chen family is the "Gao Zhi" that makes ordinary people in awe.

But at that time, Xue Wen didn't care too much.

How can a dilapidated direct descendant compare with him, the second generation ancestor who is surrounded by his own father!
Today, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xue Wen would never believe that Chen Ping is the mysterious monk who single-handedly broke through Tengshan Island.

"Niece and son-in-law?"

Chen Ping sneered, and the strength in his hands tightened a bit, and asked forcefully, "Tell me, is it the Black Fire Crow or the Fenyan Phoenix?"

"Xuan... Fire Crow!"

Xue Wen's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

He had a strong feeling that Chen Ping would even strangle him to death if he continued to procrastinate.

"How did you get a cub with the blood of the sky demon?"

Chen Ping let go of him for now, and continued to ask.

"My niece and son-in-law, Yun'er, I watched her grow up."

"I'll give you everything, can you spare my dog's life?"

"I swear with my Dao heart, from now on, you will be the only one who will follow the lead and never betray you."

Xue Wen begged, tears and snot streaming down his nose.

The only thing he can grasp now is Xue Yun's "emotional card".

But would Chen Ping care about Xue Yun's thoughts?

the answer is negative.

"Hehe, I think you don't cry if you don't see the coffin!"

Chen Ping kicked him over in disgust, and said with a strange expression: "Master Xue, I haven't used torture torture for many years. There are [-] floors in total. Tsk tsk, I don't know how many floors you can survive!"

……

The waves were fierce, and layers of waves beat against the boat.

"Forgive me!"

"Don't, don't, it hurts me to death!"

"My father will not let you go, you wait to be buried with me!"

Accompanied by one after another of horrific cries, the hysterical voice gradually weakened at the beginning, and finally became completely silent.

Pushing Xue Wen's body into the deep sea, Chen Ping sat on the deck, measuring a warm heart the size of a fist in his palm.

Strange black runes appeared on the surface of the heart, as if they were still flowing.

This is the method of the puppet master, Chen Ping doesn't know much about it.

"hiss"

Chen Ping swung his sword to cut open the heart, and the splashed blood stained his whole body, but he didn't realize it.

In the center of the heart, there is a monster that looks like an ordinary crow.

It's just that its whole body is blood red, and there is a circle of golden fluff on the crown.

It was curled up in a ball, motionless, looking lifeless.

"It really is the Black Fire Crow."

With a light stroke, the beast lay on the back of his hand.

Chen Ping injected a bit of spiritual power into it, and then frowned.

As Xue Wen explained earlier, the aura of this black fire crow cub is extremely weak, and its soul may be extinguished at any time.

"It should be related to the gray spiritual power in its heart."

If his guess is correct, the gray spiritual power in the Xuanhuo Crow's heart veins is the characteristic energy injected by a monster of at least the fourth rank.

It is imprisoned in the body and has not been removed for a long time, thus forming a restriction that can slowly devour vitality.

The fourth-order monster is comparable to the existence of the golden core stage.

Even if Chen Ping recovers his previous cultivation, he still can't match him.

Fortunately, this terrifying gray energy seems to have been weakened by the same level of spiritual power, and there is not much remaining power left.

Moreover, the Xuanhuo Crow belongs to a different species, inheriting a trace of the powerful blood of the three-legged Golden Crow, otherwise it would not be able to persist until now.

(End of this chapter)