Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 543 The Birth of Lei Bao (6.1K ask for a monthly ticket)
Immediately, a purple blue sword energy more than a hundred feet long cut out, facing that spiritual power.

Ziqi is a derivative of the Purple Rhino Sword itself.

The cyan sword energy is the evolution of Chen Ping's kendo.

The sword of the top-grade psychic tool combined with the third step of sword cultivation can already be called the pinnacle attack in the archipelago cultivation world.

"Mana of ice and earth attributes!"

The two burst apart a few miles away from the Pegasus carriage.

It turned into a colorful pillar of wind and soared into the sky.

From a distance, it is really amazing.

Chen Ping swept across the strange space, his eyes were full of caution.

He seemed to be on par with the sneak attacking monk in terms of strength, and he didn't suffer any damage.

But in fact, he has suffered a small loss.

Because the other party only released pure mana, and it was wiped out together with the sword energy without even forming a spell.

With such a strong supernatural power, the person who came must be the evil master!

Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness spread like waves over and over again, and his thoughts began to turn sharply.

The evil master at least has the root of ice and earth.

The ice attribute is good at attacking, and the earth attribute is second to none in defense.

With two attributes in one, this person is really difficult to deal with.

"The attack just now, Jindan can't take it down in the later stage."

I saw a cloud of blood mist appearing over the flying carriage at some point.

The unique voice of Xie Zun sounded from it.

After sending a voice transmission to Wei Xueling to tell him to take care of the carriage, Chen Ping said coldly, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist Xie Zun intercepted me halfway, bullying me?"

"Joke, this seat is the ancestor of evil cultivators, and I never pay attention to rules and regulations!"

The blood mist trembled violently, and the sound waves of endless laughter came out.

Immediately afterwards, in the invisible blood mist, Xie Zun rubbed his hands together, and a pair of shiny black armbands suddenly appeared on his arms.

The animal-shaped patterns on the surface are densely packed, and I don't know what is so magical about it.

"The breath of Lingbao!"

Chen Ping pinched the corner of his eyes, breathing a little heavily.

Although he couldn't penetrate the blood mist to observe the evil master's body, but the terrifying killing intent appeared out of thin air, and he couldn't block it at all.

It is definitely an authentic Lingbao.

Moreover, it is better than the Prajna Tuling Whip of Lanyue Sect.

Naturally, it cannot be at the middle-grade level.

Unless the Xie Zun majored in treasure exercises.

Get started first!
The more dangerous it was, the more calm Chen Ping was.

With a flash of blue light all over his body, a thunderbolt came out, and then several sword qi flashed, melting into the nearby air like an iceberg.

The Zhoutian Wanjue sword array was set up in an instant!
"Boom!"

A colorful sword rushed out.

At the beginning, it was only a few feet long.

However, under the circulation of the aura of the foundation, the size of the sword instantly increased rapidly.

All of a sudden, it turned into a behemoth that was more than ten times larger.

Chen Ping tapped lightly, and the colored sword turned into a beam of light, which reached the top of the blood mist and came out again.

At the same time as the giant sword slashed down, the bloody light flickered wildly, turning into a blurred grimace.

Ghost Face met Jian Qi expressionlessly.

The blood streak mixed in the mist suddenly turned into countless blood spots the size of rice grains, and they desperately adhered to the giant sword.

Besides the giant sword itself, when the ordinary sword energy around it touched these blood spots, puffs of gray-white smoke burst out and dissolved instantly.

Chen Ping's heart sank suddenly.

The sword energy attached to the giant sword is a means of supplementing supernatural powers.

Melted by that blood spot, its strength has been weakened by at least [-]%!
"cut!"

When his consciousness completely locked on the blood mist, Chen Ping pointed with a frosty face.

The gigantic sword immediately slashed down from the sky without a sound.

"Buzz!"

There was a sudden and strange sound, and a transparent wall suddenly opened in the blood mist.

And under the touch of a tentacle, the entire mask was dyed blood red.

The blood mist rolled over, and droplets of viscous blood condensed out.

The bloody aura suddenly increased.

"Blood path supernatural power?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, secretly startled in his heart.

Orthodox skills, magic skills, and blood skills almost cover all systems of human monks.

There is no clear difference between the three.

It's just that the characteristics are quite different.

The orthodox exercises are relatively peaceful, while the magic arts are unparalleled.

However, few monks take the initiative to practice the Blood Dao Kung Fu.

The advantages and disadvantages of this type of exercise are extreme, and it is known for its variety.

Sure enough, there was a continuous loud noise, and the colorful sword and bloody light intertwined for a while before being bounced off.

The blood-colored wall cover only trembled a few times inadvertently.

Not weaker than the defense of the Lingyao Jade Bowl!

The supernatural power of the blood path is indeed extremely strange.

Chen Ping's face was full of caution, and with a wave of his sleeve, the mana in his meridians circulated rapidly.

The rich fire spirit power even turned into a fire phoenix, flying towards the big sword.

Then the sound of the incantation came out, and a layer of flames erupted indefinitely on the sword.

This is a technique he has developed himself.

It can temporarily combine the killing power of sword technique and fire technique to enhance the power of sword energy.

In fact, the attribute most compatible with the sword array is undoubtedly the power of thunder and lightning.

But the Immortal Lightning Method has only reached the second level, and the energy of the Green Thunder Vortex is not stable.

He tried hundreds of times, but failed to realize the vision in his mind.

After the spirit fire covered the great sword, Chen Ping had no intention of stopping at all.

Instead, he raised his hand, and shot a few more spells at the colorful sword.

In an instant, Cai Jian's size skyrocketed again.

After the rumbling shaking.

The seven-colored sword, more than a hundred feet long, hit the center of the blood mask like Optimus Prime.

Under the sharp sword tip, the top of the blood mask began to deform and dent slightly.

The entire wall cover shook violently.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was slightly overjoyed, and injected [-]% of his spiritual power into it.

The colorful sword is still slowly growing in size.

And the deformation on the top of the blood mask became more and more obvious.

Add another fire!

Chen Ping stretched out a finger, and with a "poof", a walnut-sized ice spirit crystal flame appeared on his fingertips.

"go with!"

Spit lightly in the mouth, and the fireball shot straight at the blood mask.

"bang"

With a crisp sound, the ice spirit crystal flame burst, and the light blue ice layer spread instantly, covering the entire wall cover.

Less tilt, the temperature of one side of the world plummeted.

It's like turning into a cold world of ice and snow, exhaling into ice.

"click click"

Under the superposition of multiple attacks, the blood mask flickered, and finally showed signs of collapse.

When the Ice Spirit Crystal Flame finished burning, the powerful wall cover also turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.

As the red silk fluttered, a man with a strange face appeared in midair.

This person's appearance looks to be no more than 27 or [-] years old.

The facial features are ordinary and nothing surprising.

But his face was covered with three-inch blood-colored granulation buds, wriggling and rolling.

As if they were all living things, Chen Ping couldn't help feeling horrified.

It's really a big monk of the blood way!

"Breaking the blood shield of this seat means that Daoyou Chen really has the means to counter the golden elixir Dzogchen."

Xie Zun spoke calmly, and a cloud of blood mist quickly enveloped his face.

At the same time, the seven-colored great sword that sliced ​​through the wall slammed down on the top of his head in panic.

Under the continuous blessing of Chen Ping's mana, the power of this sword hardly lost much.

I believe that even if Xie Zun's body refining state reached the late stage of Jindan, he would be severely split in half.

"This spiritual treasure in this seat has not been used for almost a hundred years."

Smiling at Chen Ping, Xie Zun's arms floated up at the same time, and he pushed upwards violently!
"Wow"

Suddenly, the sound of autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves swept across the sky.

There was endless violence in this voice, which made Chen Ping very vigilant.

And the two black armbands wrapped around Xie Zun's arms are exactly the spirit treasure that was sensed before.

To be precise, it is a rare pair of spirit treasures.

Could this strange appearance be a treasure of exclusive physical training?
Chen Ping didn't dare to be careless, and was ready to use secret techniques to resist at any time.

In the next breath, there was a ghostly howl on the surface of the armband, and two jets of black light shot out in a flash.

The strange thing is that the beam of light did not attack the colorful sword immediately after it appeared.

On the contrary, it was a circle, converging in mid-air and turning into a blurry phantom.

This shadow is hundreds of feet in size.

Moments later, a lifelike black-winged roc appeared.

Countless bowl-thick blood-colored light arcs glowed on the surface of the Giant Peng, covering the sky and the sun, as if a fifth-order fierce beast had descended in real life.

"Please Daoyou Chen try the power of this treasure."

Xie Zun levitated with one foot leisurely, and grabbed lightly with his left hand forward.

And the black-winged roc seemed to be in sync with his movements, and a pair of giant claws the size of a palace also grabbed the colorful sword with a dazzling blood glow.

Before the giant claws were implemented, the astonishing spiritual pressure like the top of Mount Tai was pressed down aggressively first.

"Boom!"

In front of the giant claws, the great sword condensed by the Wanjue Formation is like a useless decoration, protruding from left to right, but still unable to break free from that space.

Not far away, with Xie Zun's left hand slightly closed.

The Dapeng's claw immediately clenched tightly.

A terrifying scene appeared.

The seven-colored sword, which could compete with the Lingbao, was actually shattered inch by inch.

What shocked Chen Ping even more was that the body of the great sword was transformed by sword energy.

Even if it is crushed by outsiders with supernatural powers, some of it will re-disperse into pure sword energy.

But I don't know what kind of energy is contained in the claw of the roc.

The colorful sword directly turned into nothingness.

At the same time, the number of sword threads in Zhou Tian Wan Jue's sword array was reduced by half.

Staring at Chen Ping, Xie Zun grabbed his arm, and the black roc immediately rushed towards the speeding car.

As soon as Chen Ping sensed the terrifying power contained in the giant claw, Chen Ping's expression sank.

The black roc was coming too fast, and it looked like it was flying for nine days. It must be too late for the speeding car to hide.

With a ruthless face, Chen Ping opened his mouth and a ball of blood hit his fist.

Almost at the same time, a group of dazzling silver light was released, and after a round turn, it turned into a silver net, and blocked it towards the roc.

Dapeng turned a blind eye to the attacking Yinwang, retracted his rampant wings, and tried to rush out of a big hole.

But this net is gathered by Chen Ping's physical strength, so the degree of difficulty is self-evident.

With a loud bang, the silver net suddenly shrank, covering half of Dapeng's body.

Astonishing rays of light erupted together, and the surrounding space for tens of miles was bursting, distorted and blurred for a while.

"Gu Sixian did not exaggerate the physical state of the golden core peak!"

A cold light flashed in Xie Zun's eyes, and when he was about to urge Dapeng to break free from the silver net, he suddenly remembered something, put his arms around his chest and struck.

The roc actually retreated on its own initiative, turned into two black pillars, and shot them back into the arm cuffs.

"This kid also has Tianpin's soul secret technique."

Concealing his murderous intentions, Xie Zun took a deep look at Chen Ping through the blood mist, and the next moment, a cloud of blood rolled up all over his body, disappearing like a meteor.

"Blood escape."

It was the first time to see this famous blood way escape technique with his own eyes, and Chen Ping's expression also changed.

The Xie Zun's aura was within the range of his consciousness, and it only lasted for half a breath before completely disappearing.

After seeing how powerful the pair of Lingbao were, he certainly couldn't pursue and kill them arrogantly.

Beckoning to withdraw from the sword array, Chen Ping returned to the speeding car with a flash.

"Chen Daoyou, the evil master has retreated?"

Opening the carriage, Wei Xueling, who was still in shock, immediately greeted him.

Both of them fought directly with great supernatural powers.

She didn't even dare to get close to her consciousness, so she didn't know the details of the battle.

"Well, please pay more attention to the next trip, Fellow Daoist Wei, I need to recover my mana."

Nodding lightly, Chen Ping closed the door of the box.

Hearing this, Wei Xueling's expression was dull for a moment, and then a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

In front of the refining workshop earlier, Chen Ping told him that he was not afraid of evil spirits.

She was skeptical at the time.

But now the facts are in front of him, the capital of Jindan list was forced back by Chen Ping's sword!

This is a supernatural power that subverts common sense.

The archipelago cultivation world has been passed down for so long, and the last Golden Core cultivator who was able to surpass two small ranks was an invincible fortune-telling person relying on all kinds of treasures.

Baiqiaomen is attached to Chen Ping, and it is not a problem for the orthodoxy to continue to prosper for thousands of years.

"Chen Daoyou, don't worry, the concubine's identity in today's battle will not be spread indiscriminately."

Wei Xueling bowed slightly towards the box, and his tone was full of respect only when facing a great monk.

After speaking, she tiptoed back, for fear of disturbing Chen Ping's retreat.

You can't hide it.

Chen Ping knew it well.

It is impossible for him to kill all the dozens of refiners in the flying car.

Besides, Gu Sixian knew his strength long ago.

This time, no matter whether Lei Bao can build it or not, he doesn't intend to hide it.

Sensing that Wei Xueling was walking away, Chen Ping let out a muffled groan, and his complexion was instantly as golden as paper.

Then the colic in the internal organs hit, and a mouthful of blood was spit out on the ground.

That arm sleeve spirit treasure is extraordinary.

And when he fought Gu Sixian before, his essence and blood hadn't fully recovered yet.

At the moment, he is seriously injured.

Enduring the severe pain, Chen Ping quickly swallowed several fourth-grade healing pills, which gradually stabilized the injury.

This batch of Erdaowen elixir was refined by Yu Yangchang, and the medicinal effect is very pure.

"Based on the means that can be revealed, it is still half a chip behind the veteran monk."

Sighing slightly, Chen Ping said to himself.

Wei Xueling thought that the defeat of the evil master was just putting gold on his face.

The real reason is nothing more than two points.

First, although the arm sleeve spirit treasure is powerful, it consumes a lot of mana.

Rao is a golden core monk, and he can't control two blows.

Second, the Evil Venerable probably cared about his mystic skills.

From the very beginning, this person's attack was mainly based on temptation.

"Fellow Taoist Xie Zun said that he appreciates you very much, so let me be merciful to the Four Sects of Inner Sea."

These are the original words that Ji Yuanshe said on Tianshou Island that day.

Chen Ping always felt that Xie Zun had already guessed that Wan Sha Zhenren died at his hands, and deliberately planted him.

Ever since he knew that this person was a blood cultivator with ice and earth attributes, the degree of danger in Chen Ping's heart surpassed that of Gu Sixian by leaps and bounds.

Having said that, there is an evil venerable, and the first cultivator of Lanyue Sect.

These two are currently the most difficult human monks to deal with.

But both of them are Jindan Consummation, and they are very close to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Even if the probability of breaking through the big bottleneck is extremely low, Chen Ping has to guard against it.

Once one of the two advances to Nascent Soul, killing him is like an ant.

"The top priority is to refine Lei Bao first."

Chen Ping didn't think too much about the matter that was too far away. He closed his eyes and concentrated on absorbing the power of the medicine.

……

There are only a handful of Tier [-] islands in the Yuanyan sea area.

It is basically the core resident of the Inner Sea Four Sects, and no one else can get their hands on it.

But the number of third-level islands is quite a lot.

Some powerful third-tier islands are even as prestigious as fourth-tier islands.

For example, the original Wangqin Island.

Or the Zilei Island in front of you.

Looking down from a high altitude, most of the islands close to the land of a thousand miles are shrouded in a layer of purple mist.

After careful observation, these fogs are actually composed of pure thunder aura.

"This place deserves to be the No. [-] Leixiu island in the sea."

On the flying car, Chen Ping said with a little satisfaction.

After traveling for ten days, all the cultivators arrived at the sea area of ​​the Sanjue Palace without any surprise or danger, except for the time when the Xie Zun intercepted them.

Of course, there are two Jindan monks suppressing it, the archipelago is so big, there is nowhere to go!

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a star containing the power of immortal thunder fell from the four-dimensional sky, collided with several trenches in the sea, and swept up a deep-sea vortex with a radius of hundreds of miles."

"After thousands of years of precipitation, the star gravel and the seabed sand slowly condensed, thus forming Zilei Island."

Jia Wenmao, who was a few steps behind, explained aloud.

Hearing him mention the stars, Chen Ping's heart moved slightly.

This kind of star that can change one's environment is usually a great treasure.

But tens of thousands of years ago, there is no chance for him to harvest any treasures, and they have been searched for by the predecessors.

After pondering for a long while, Chen Pingfei got off the carriage and performed the Dragon Eagle Step to circle Zilei Island.

During this period, he scanned every corner several times with his divine sense.

The cultivation level of Zilei Island is unexpectedly strong.

For every twenty monks, there is one Leilingen monk, this ratio is ridiculously high.

In addition, Yuan Dan Dzogchen and False Pill cultivators alone are more than one palm.

There are as many as thirty or so ordinary Yuandans.

Looking at the areas where they are distributed, they should belong to six factions.

Sure enough, what Jia Wenmao said next confirmed his guess.

"According to the two seniors, Zilei Island belongs to the Sanjue Palace and is controlled by the four major families and two large sects."

"The venue that this junior wants to borrow is a basin, which is occupied by Yuxi Sect, the strongest of the six major forces."

Seeing that Chen Ping and Wei Xueling had never been to Zilei Island, Jia Wenmao revealed in detail.

"What does this Yuxi sect have to do with you?"

Chen Ping glanced at him indifferently, and said teasingly.

"Fifty years ago, the junior offered to lease the basin for a while at a high price, but was rejected by the Supreme Elder of the Yuxi Sect, and he was severely humiliated."

After coughing a few times, Jia Wenmao said calmly.

"I'm not here this time to help you get back your place."

Chen Ping snorted and warned.

"This junior knows in his heart that refining Lingbao is the top priority."

After a pause, Jia Wenmao hastily added: "Senior, you will know when you go, that basin is definitely the most suitable place for refining thunder-type treasures in the archipelago cultivation world."

Nodding his head, Chen Ping drove the speeding car and galloped directly to a certain mountain range in the center of the island.

……

Now that we have arrived at Zilei Island, the next thing becomes easy.

After Chen Ping and Wei Xueling revealed their identities and released the unique coercion of Jindan monks, the whole Yuxi Sect trembled as if they were going through a catastrophe.

Several Yuan Dan elders bowed their heads eagerly to listen to the will.

The Zongmen closed the mountain for five years, and they were not allowed to reveal everyone's itinerary.

This is Chen Ping's order to Yuxi Sect.

In the process of refining the treasure, he didn't really want to meet the two from the Sanjue Hall in advance.

The first cultivator of the Yuxi Sect, Xuan Tianlei, a fake alchemy cultivator, nodded and bowed, making promises again and again.

With the pressure of the two golden elixirs, how could he dare to obey half of the yin and yang.

Palace Master Dugu and Palace Master Ji knew about it, so they probably wouldn't blame them.

……

The next day.

Under the leadership of Xuan Tianlei, Chen Ping, Wei Xueling and dozens of master craftsmen moved to a basin together.

The name of this place is Xuanlei Valley, and it is a well-known area on the island.

Xuanlei Valley is also the forbidden area of ​​Yuxi Sect, and the true disciples usually consume a lot of contribution points to practice in it.

"I don't know how many spirit stones your Yuxi sect plans to collect with so many of us coming in?"

Jia Wenmao said in a strange way.

"Master Jia was joking. If seniors have any orders, just speak up. Our sect will fully cooperate."

With a thump in his heart, Xuan Tianlei said with a forced smile.

Jia Wenmao was deliberately taunting him, to avenge his rejection last time.

Seeing this person's high-spirited demeanor, Xuan Tianlei had a lot of anger piling up in his chest, but he didn't dare to let it out.

Chen Ping couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Master Jia has superb skills, but also has a lot of shortcomings.

However, such a person is quite to his liking.

"Fellow preacher, you have been with me in this valley for the past few years."

Chen Ping said without euphemism.

There is no more suitable hostage than a first practice.

……

On the third day, the Xuanlei Valley of the Yuxi Sect was quietly closed.

Even the direct bloodlines of several Yuan Dan Taishang elders are not allowed to enter half a step.

A few months later, a resplendent underground hall appeared.

Chen Ping made a cup of tea for the female cultivator directly opposite, and said with a light smile: "Thanks for your hard work Xue Ling, the troubles encountered by Master Jia cannot be solved by you."

"My concubine is specialized in refining strange things, and only knows superficially about refining tools."

Wei Xueling's expression changed, quite unhappy.

"Master Jia asked you to help me by name. He doesn't like this seat who has mastered many kinds of spirit fires!"

Chen Ping joked cheerfully when he was asking for help.

"Call Xue Ling if you have something to do, and fellow Daoist Wei if you have nothing to do."

Wei Xueling glared at Chen Ping coquettishly, but obediently withdrew and went to look for Jia Wenmao.

Reflecting on what the woman said just now, Chen Ping was taken aback for a moment.

Could it be that he learned his habits from Tianqiong Vine?
No, it should be that this vine deliberately imitated him.

Chen Ping couldn't help showing a strange smile.

I don't know if that guy was killed by Jiuqingguan.

……

A cloud as black as ink rolled around.

Covering a mountain area of ​​several miles under it.

after a little while.

More than a dozen arm-thick lightning bolts split out from the dark clouds, and they ruthlessly descended towards the same place.

On the jade shelf on the ground, there is a manger-shaped object, which shines brightly and absorbs the thunder aura from the sky.

It is Jia Wenmao's natal magic weapon.

In the past four months, he has not officially started refining the weapon.

The steps of refining Lingbao are extremely cumbersome.

It takes a long time to prepare for the energy storage of the first step alone.

　I have nothing to write today, and tomorrow may be less, but the basic 4000 will be guaranteed, thanks to the evening breeze for 5000 points!

　　
　
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