Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 573 Your Sword Is Mine (7.2K is 2400 Monthly Pass Plus!)
Turn gas into sword!

Everything in the world can be turned into a sword, one of the basic supernatural powers of the fourth step of sword cultivation.

Of course, Chen Pingyuan did not cultivate to this point.

The reason why he was able to blow his breath to kill the three corpses was entirely due to the innate strength of Jian Xin.

If it were Qinglian Jianxin derived from the Xuanpin Kungfu, it would be the best result if it could injure the fourth-order peak corpse clan with one blow.

In just a dozen or so breaths, Chen Ping used the thunder sword to kill the unicorn arm, and slaughtered three monster corpses in succession. This scene fell in the eyes of all the monks, and immediately set off a shocking wave.

"He...he is the hidden senior Nascent Soul?"

The Dan sect disciples guarding the city were stunned and shocked.

You know, the corpse clan itself is the representative of the top of the same level.

It is really unimaginable that Master Haichang reversed the decadent situation almost by himself.

This is by no means the strength that the Golden Core of the human race can reveal in the later stage.

"It's not Nascent Soul. Chen Daoyou's aura is still a golden elixir. The previous cut of the fifth-order unicorn's arm was the result of some kind of enhancement elixir, and the effect of Lei Lingbao's restraint on the corpse clan."

The suzerain Ge Anlan stood on the top of the wall and analyzed in his mouth:
"However, Daoyou Chen killed the three corpses in one go, which is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and completely own supernatural powers."

"It seems that there has not been a great sword cultivator in the world of swords in more than [-] years in this side's cultivation world."

"Chen Daoyou comprehends the fourth step at such an age, the probability of breaking through the Nascent Soul in the future must be far higher than ordinary people."

Ge Anlan didn't say the last sentence in person.

While being in awe, he was already thinking about how to curry favor with Chen Ping after the catastrophe.

This kind of monk who has close to the fifth-level means in the late stage of Jindan, as long as he does not fall halfway, must be a great figure who can pass on history.

"The last great sword cultivator in the fourth realm was a certain Nascent Soul cultivator from the ancient sect, whose swordsmanship talent surpassed that of contemporary heroes."

On the side, Gu Sixian, who survived the attack from Qilin's feet, answered.

He was still immersed in the sadness caused by the damage of the inheritance Lingbao, but when he saw Chen Ping's supernatural power, he immediately diverted his attention.

"Back when this son was fighting with me, he decided not to step into the realm of heaven and earth as a sword, otherwise I would not be able to catch a single blow!"

"But it's only been a few years, and Chen Ping's sword practice has skyrocketed to this point."

"It's really unbelievable. Even if he got the complete inheritance of a fourth-step sword cultivator by chance, it is impossible for him to improve so quickly."

"Unless it is the legendary sword spirit root?"

"Yes, there must be a problem, otherwise, why would that Nascent Soul Da Neng accept him as a disciple!"

Gu Sixian thought more and more, and his heart was instantly filled with sour despair.

After today's World War I, No. 1 in the Moon Lane Sea Area will definitely change hands.

"Could it be that he is already a fourth-step sword cultivator?"

In the wilderness outside the city, after Chu Qingling pushed back a corpse of a praying mantis with a sword, his gaze shot straight into the distance.

Although the expression did not change, the look in the eyes flickered and changed constantly.

The left eye was full of life, like daylight.

The right eye was lifeless, like night.

He was originally the sword of vitality.

In Kongming Island, he was defeated by Chen Ping and publicly humiliated in the name of "No Sword". After returning to the sect, he was really decadent for several years.

Maybe it was misfortune and good fortune that followed, and he, who was ashamed of his heart, unexpectedly comprehended the sword of twilight by chance.

The two extreme sword intents allowed him to regain his Dao Xin, and it was even more powerful.

After all, there are very few sword cultivators in history who have the same two sword intents.

And it's an extremely contradictory attribute.

Chu Qingling deliberately read through the archipelago's classics, and found that he himself is a unique existence!
This further deepened the arrogance in his heart.

Chen Ping's mighty sword is mediocre, and he is not worthy to lift his boots.

One day, with his two great sword intents, he will defeat this opponent who humiliated him from the way of the sword, as well as from outside the way of the sword!
Even knowing that Chen Ping's strength is no less than Gu Sixian's, he is still full of confidence.

The name Zhuiyang Dao was taken by himself.

Intended to chase the top.

But now, this idea that was maintained day and night is collapsing bit by bit.

He is a swordsman, and he understands the difficulty of swordsmanship better than ordinary monks.

The world is the sword realm, which is the goal he has fought for all his life!

Even if he masters the two extreme sword intents, the probability of him breaking through to that step is less than half.

Unless one advances to the Nascent Soul Realm first, the lifespan increases dramatically.

"Impossible, impossible. Back then, he couldn't even manifest his sword heart, so why did he reach the sky in one step?"

The calm look didn't last for a while, and Chu Qingling grinned in pain.

As the saying goes, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

But in the world of cultivation, sometimes 300 years of penance is not very effective.

"This scheming old monster was probably the fourth-step sword cultivator in his previous life. You have been hiding your clumsiness all the time. You were forced into such a desperate situation by Shen Ya in the secret realm of the Feitian sect, and you haven't revealed your full strength!"

After lightly suppressing another mantid at the beginning of the fourth level, Feng Tianyu's mouth twitched fiercely.

It seems that in the future, he must be more cautious when trading Jindan Qi with Chen Ping.

"Guess, keep guessing!"

Sensing the glances of all kinds of spiritual consciousness from the cultivators, Chen Ping remained indifferent.

How could he not understand the horror of the cultivators.

Even he himself, who had experienced the magic of the golden bead many times, couldn't believe it.

The [-]-year history of the Golden Pearl Space is just a thought in the outside world.

This is a fetish that can change the rules!
What is the so-called Boundary Opening Supreme Treasure?
Gold beads are a hundred times, a thousand times more precious than them!
"Unless I am dead, no one should try to take the gold beads from me."

With a determined mind, Chen Ping directly killed the last unicorn corpse with the purple rhinoceros sword in his hand.

That unicorn kick had just destroyed three spirit ships, and was about to kick towards the city.

"The third child has also fallen!"

Su Han's split soul was immediately terrified, he gave up his original goal, and fled in embarrassment in the opposite direction.

Of the four split souls, only one is left alone.

How could Qilin's feet have the confidence to continue fighting.

"Where's the madness just now?"

A sinister smile flashed across his face, Chen Ping pointed with his left hand, and the space in front of Qilin's feet became distorted and blurred.

In the next moment, white clouds of more than ten miles drifted down.

During the rapid movement, strands of air flow peeled off, turning into a small transparent sword with a handle of three inches in size.

If you look carefully, there are tens of thousands of them.

At the same time, the sea below roared and surged as if in response.

A small blue sword with the same number as before was formed impressively.

Then, even the flowers, plants and trees along the way, and even the mountain gravel, all turned into various forms of sword energy one by one.

Wear it from top to small, from left to right, wrapping the unicorn arm without leaving a gap.

"It's really a world of swords..."

Seeing this scene, Chu Qingling couldn't help feeling sour.

He still underestimated Chen Ping.

Being able to turn so many objects of heaven and earth into sword energy, this person's fourth step is obviously very stable.

It's not as simple as half-baked.

However, he didn't know that Chen Ping's fourth step was not completely cleared.

The strength of the way of the sword is actually the merit of the innate sword heart.

"Zizi!"

The natal wide sword in his hand buzzed at Chen Ping, as if he wanted to participate in this rare golden age of kendo.

"You are Benxiu's sword!"

Chu Qingling's eyes were filled with anger, and he firmly suppressed his spirit sword.

"Your sword is my sword."

At this time, a playful voice came out, and when Chen Ping passed the mountain forest, he tapped the pure black spirit sword below.

"No!"

Chu Qingling's eyes were red, and he used his arms to support the natal spirit sword, preventing it from going away.

"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Chu, in order to kill the unicorn corpse, I dare to borrow your sword again!"

With a cold snort, Chen Ping's innate sword heart shone brightly.

"Buzz!"

As if the spirit sword had been summoned, a burst of bright light burst out.

From then on, the aura that escaped from the sword body was even stronger than that under the control of the master Chu Qingling.

If you don't let me go, I will die with you!

Chu Qingling actually sensed an extremely absurd consciousness from his talisman.

This is a manifestation of the rules of kendo.

Chen Ping's kendo state crushed Chu Qingling.

The spirit sword held by the latter will be affected by exaggeration.

Of course, not every situation applies.

The main reason is that Chu Qingling's realm is too low.

If he is Jindan Dzogchen, the effect will undoubtedly be small.

"hateful!"

A huge sense of loss enveloped her body, and the anger in Chu Qingling's left eye rapidly faded.

The day faded away, completely assimilated by the lifeless Mu Qi right eye.

"Let go!"

Chen Ping added fuel to the fire, and his spirit was shaken.

With a sound of "whoosh", Chu Qingling loosened his wrist, and the pure black spirit sword flew out without any hesitation.

"The talent is great, isn't it?"

As soon as he grasped the spirit sword, Chen Ping felt extremely happy in his heart.

With his strength, he doesn't need the help of this psychic tool at all.

But Chu Qingling's two sword intents added to his body really made him vigilant.

Never let this person's kendo grow any longer.

Therefore, in front of all the cultivators, Chen Ping grabbed the sword again and broke his sword heart.

Small-mindedness is only one aspect, and Guan Jianxiu has always held grudges.

It is enough for Yuanyan Islands to have him and Liang Yingzhuo, two fourth-step sword cultivators.

It's better for Chu Qingling to wait until the next life.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the unicorn foot was rampaging in the sky full of sword energy.

The physical body of the fifth level is no small matter. After a few times, the sword energy on all sides was also wiped out.

Taking advantage of this effort, Chen Ping has already approached Qilin's feet.

With a single thought, Chu Qingling's black sword shot out, turning into a ferocious ancient beast hundreds of feet tall.

The appearance of this beast was imagined by Chen Ping.

Through the control of the sword's momentum, he can easily control any sword-like psychic artifact.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, all of Chen Ping's remaining mana was poured into the Purple Rhinoceros Sword.

The sword heart in the body trembled accordingly.

"crash"

The next moment, around Qilin's feet, there seemed to be a rain of swords pouring down on the land with a radius of a hundred miles.

Within the range visible to the naked eye, there are densely packed sword auras of various colors.

In the blink of an eye, a circle of eye-catching arcs converged.

The outline of this arc is the same as that of the moon fairy during the full moon.

Exudes a frozen eternal thought.

What's even more weird is that above this arc, there are traces of extremely active spiritual flames.

The temperature of the burning air rises hotly.

"Roar!"

The unicorn legs also felt the powerful breath of this sword move, roared furiously, and the black scales on the outer body were opened inch by inch, forming a huge shield in front of the main body.

"Boom!"

The ancient beast transformed by the pure black broadsword smashed down first.

Like an erupting torrent, cracks as thick as an arm were smashed out of the scaled shield.

But the broad sword itself shattered into a stream of light and disappeared bit by bit.

"Pfft."

The natal magic weapon was damaged, and Chu Qingling was implicated by it, blood gushed out immediately, and his energy and energy became listless.

And the twilight energy on his body swept across his body, devouring the other sword heart of vitality.

"This is what happens when you offend him."

Feng Tianyu swallowed, and couldn't help shivering.

Then, he stopped meddling.

The spreading volume of the purple storm sucked in two fourth-order praying mantis corpses.

There is no need to worry about Chen Ping.

Since he made a move, he must have the strength to kill Qilin's legs.

Otherwise, this guy would have disappeared in no time.

"Sword One."

Chen Ping thought silently, and the beautiful circular arc wrapped by the spiritual fire turned extremely agilely, and fell towards the unicorn's legs.

Just as Feng Tianyu expected.

He has the certainty of beheading the unicorn corpse with his sword.

And this corpse must die here today.

The repeated attacks on him had stirred Chen Ping's anger to the peak.

Even at the expense of exposing his own swordsmanship.

If you don't kill it, the sword will be impenetrable!
In the arc, a circle of white sword energy rippled.

Immediately, the fiercely resisting qilin corpse was involved and imprisoned in place abruptly.

With the corpse aura and great strength it spewed out, there was nothing it could do with the white sword aura.

The binding power contained in the first sword style!

Chen Ping seized the golden opportunity at this moment, and the purple rhinoceros sword became as long as a mountain peak, and slashed fiercely at Qilin's leg with that circular arc.

In an instant, the circular arc flashed hundreds of times in succession with indeterminate light and shade.

"Puff" "Puff" like the rain hitting plantains, the strings of sword energy all hit the Qilin corpse.

As a result, at the next moment, a painful scream came from the mouth of Su Han's soul.

The body twisted desperately.

Qilin's feet were all over the body, and the sword energy entrained with spiritual flames was like bloody animal teeth devouring food, devouring one mouthful after another.

The originally indestructible fifth-order demon body was torn apart effortlessly under the bombardment of this characteristic sword energy.

The sword is indestructible, and it can't stop talking.

In just a few breaths, the unicorn's feet were burned into a charcoal-like skeleton.

As for the split soul, it has already been annihilated in ashes, and I don't know what kind of energy it turned into.

"The spiritual fire derived from the sword heart is several times stronger than the magical power of the ice spirit crystal flame alone."

Chen Ping was overjoyed, and retracted the purple rhino sword with a flick of two fingers, and put the unicorn leg skeleton into the storage ring.

So far, Mo Qilin's limbs have all fallen into his hands.

I don't know if Su Han will come to see him immediately after knowing the truth.

……

"Reverend Haichang is invincible!"

The disciples of Wangqin Danzong and a group of casual cultivators who guarded the city watched with horror.

Immediately afterwards, expressions of admiration and ecstasy appeared at the same time.

All the unicorn corpses who came to support perished, and the high-level corpse clan outside the city also suffered heavy losses.

In this ethnic war initiated by the abyss, the human race is about to win.

The person who promoted the victory was actually a late Jindan cultivator.

The huge contrast makes everyone's heart surging.

It can be seen that until the fall of all these monks, the strong image created by Chen Ping will be remembered forever.

"There is a cultivator in the archipelago cultivation world who can cross the big realm and kill the enemy. I don't know how much luck he has accumulated over the years."

Ge Anlan's expression was amazed, but his hands and feet didn't stop, directing the array to attack the Yin spirit continuously.

He decided that when he saw Chen Ping later, he must curb his arrogance and act like a junior.

"No.1 under Nascent Soul..."

Gu Sixian sighed with a wry smile, the previous jealousy was completely gone.

When the difference in supernatural power between the two was not too big, he still had the intention of dissatisfied.

But after seeing that shocking sword with his own eyes, the slightest bit of luck disappeared.

Not to mention that the Lingyao jade bowl was broken, even if the Lingbao was intact, he could not stop Chen Ping's sword.

"If you stay here, I will definitely die!"

Somewhere in the corner, Dou Hanhai, who was entangled with a fourth-order early-stage Yin spirit, was filled with cold air, and moved towards the edge of the formation calmly.

Chen Ping's invincible momentum made him give up all plans to bite back.

escape, escape.

Go incognito in the archipelago!
No, staying in Yuanyan is not safe either.

It's better to risk your life and rush into the black sand and flowing sea, and escape to the Fancang sea area.

Anyway, with the status of a Golden Core cultivator, he can live well no matter where he is.

……

On the golden tiles of a palace in Goddess City.

A slender and handsome red shadow was looking out of the city.

"Strange, he broke through the fourth step before he was two hundred years old. Did he get the inheritance of Fang Jianxiu's power?"

Hong Ying's beautiful eyes flashed, and she couldn't help talking softly to herself.

"It seems that I don't need to take action. Although this person is only in the late stage of Golden Core, but even if his supernatural power is placed in the central sea area, he can still enter the top [-] on the Golden Core list."

Smiling, the beauty in the red shadow lay down comfortably.

The plump figure suffocates the gap between the glazed tiles.

……

Apart from Concubine Shu Mu, Chen Ping decided the situation by himself!
The morale of the human race was boosted.

And the high-level Yin spirits with good intelligence and intelligence were affected by this, and they became timid and timid.

In just a short moment, Danzong Jindan wiped out three fourth-order Yin spirits in a row, temporarily easing the crisis.

Here, after the first appearance of the first sword style, Chen Ping entered a mysterious state again.

The power of Jianyi is currently slightly higher than that of the lower level swordsmanship of Tianpin.

But there is still a lot of room for improvement in this method.

How to change, Chen Ping seems to have grasped some clues.

If you continue to create according to the concept, probably after Sword Three, you will be able to upgrade to Tianpin middle-level swordsmanship naturally.

Jin Zhu had been enlightened for 3000 years, and he was surprised to find that his kendo talent had suddenly increased several levels.

A short fight can be rewarding.

It should be because of the innate sword heart.

Chen Ping pondered secretly.

Although Jian Xin was the opportunity that Jin Zhu "forced" him, but he didn't have the slightest sense of resistance.

Again.

In the eyes of Jinzhu, the souls that transform into gods are like ants.

He was originally an ordinary person in his previous life.

Regardless of temperament or strength, they are very ordinary.

Before you can't resist, please close your eyes and enjoy.

"disease!"

As soon as Chen Ping gritted his teeth, he cut off his deep sense of swordsmanship, and fled downward.

Now is not a good time to improve your sword skills.

Although his physical body is strong, even if his magic power is gone, he is not afraid of ordinary fourth-order.

However, the biggest threat still comes from the body of the immortal ghost clan.

Bring the rest of the monks back to Goddess City and complete Concubine Shu Mu's task, and he will be able to retire.

"Wow"

Just when Chen Ping's toes just touched the ground, a loud sound like a stream of water rose inexplicably in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, a colorful waterfall crashed down on the spirit villain!

The huge oppressive force caused the soul to tremble, and it faintly collapsed before touching the waterfall.

Soul attack!

And it is a spell issued by the Nascent Soul level.

There is no need to think too much, it must be that the immortal ghost clan was afraid of his talent and attacked him regardless of his status!

Immortals are born with a physique of enlightenment.

It is not surprising to master a hundred kinds of spells in the realm of Dzogchen.

"Wow!"

During the flow of the colorful waterfall, Chen Ping sincerely felt a small and humble negative feeling.

He could only vaguely detect that this ghost clan had a soul power of 30 zhang, more than twice as much as his.

Two or three tricks are absolutely hard to resist!
Chen Ping was terrified, but he still recited the mantra of the soul defense secret technique to the end.

But at this precarious fork, a purple comb not inferior to the colorful waterfall followed closely behind.

"Boom!"

Zicomb slammed the waterfall unceremoniously.

The eight purple phoenixes fluttered and danced, cutting the attack into nothingness between spreading their wings.

And the purple comb itself was shattered inch by inch, without a trace.

In just three breaths of time, the turmoil in the Sea of ​​Consciousness subsided immediately.

"Shu Zhenjun saved me?"

Chen Ping was falsely alarmed, and hastily snuffed out the mantra of the sky-lifting dharma mask, stepped on the soles of his feet continuously, and left the spot.

……

"You don't know the so-called ghost clan, and you dare to intervene in other places even when you are fighting with the true king?"

In the Sanyuan Chongtian in the Goddess City, Concubine Shu Mu bathed in the Thunder Sun Phoenix Flower, and returned the original words with cold eyes.

Ever since Chen Ping revealed strength beyond the fourth level, she has been vigilant.

This ghost wanted to kill Chen Ping quickly, which was completely within her expectations.

Fortunately, she also released a spirit spell to resist the damage.

Otherwise, Chen Ping might be a corpse.

"Who was he before he seized the house? For nearly a thousand years in the Fancang sea area, there seems to be no fourth-step sword cultivation power that has fallen or disappeared."

With a glance of her phoenix eyes, she saw Chen Ping running away in a panic, Concubine Shu Mu couldn't help smiling, and at the same time she became quite interested in his origin.

It is a good thing to save some favors while this person is in his twilight, and it is a good thing for the precarious Wuxiangzhen sect.

"Hmph, it's just a small Jindan human race, you still expect him to control the overall situation?"

The Immortals and Ghosts didn't become angry when they failed with one blow.

Just wait for the main body to arrive, and everyone will die including this Nascent Soul Nvxiu.

At that time, it will be enough to kill the talented sword repairman that day.

As for the loss of Qilin's limbs, he didn't even care about it.

"Let you see the magic of the Immortal Race!"

Da Neng of the ghost clan sneered coldly, and the phantom of the immortal descendant appeared again.

I saw that handsome man raised a finger and pointed towards the void.

In the center of the gloomy ghostly aura, a cloud of blue light emerged, surging wildly.

After a long dragon chant, a huge blue dragon dozens of kilometers long rushed out of the blue light.

The dragon's whole body was emerald green, and as he shook his head and tail, every scale shone with a cold light.

As soon as Fang appeared, he rushed towards Concubine Shu Mu with all his teeth and claws.

"It's not a technique condensed with ghost energy!"

Concubine Shu Mu was slightly startled.

This means that the Thunder Sun Phoenix Flower has lost its restraint effect.

"If it doesn't work, you can only use that thing."

Concubine Shu Mu's eyes flickered, and she tentatively threw out an inkstone-shaped middle-grade spirit treasure.

"Boom!"

That black inkstone hit Canglong's huge body with incomparable precision.

But this dragon only had a flash of cold light, and countless brilliance intersected, easily smashing the inkstone into powder.

And where his body was hit, not a single scar was left behind.

……

"Well done, Dahui Daoist!"

In a fragmented valley, Chen Ping met Dahui and praised with satisfaction.

Da Hui really inherited his demeanor.

Not only did he fish out the bodies of the three-headed fourth-level peak corpse clan he had killed before, but he also collected several storage rings.

As for the source of the ring, you can understand it by looking at the monk behind it.

Of the dozen or so Yuandan monks who were originally rescued, the number is less than half.

Obviously died in the battle with the Yinling army.

"Haw!"

Da Hui raised his head to invite credit, and was about to shoot it into Chen Ping's cuff.

"There's still something to do."

Slapping it away with one palm, Chen Ping ordered Da Hui to grow bigger and take everyone up into the sky.

……

After flying around the nearby sea area at a very high speed, there were several scarred human races on Da Hui's back.

Basically, they are all spirit ship monks who survived from the Qilin's feet.

Including Liulihai Qimeng, the junior that Chen Ping plans to cultivate.

However, this person has only one breath left.

If it is not recovered in time, the chances of breaking through the golden core in the future are very slim.

"Swish"

"Swish"

Two consecutive rays of light shot into the Goddess City.

Seeing that Feng Tianyu and Chu Qingling also dealt with their opponents, Chen Ping didn't dare to wait any longer, and ordered Da Hui to fly towards the city.

There are still ghosts all over the way.

Da Hui overcame the thorns and thorns, and finally reached a formation.

"My real Haichang, please let me go quickly!"

Before the person arrived, Chen Ping yelled at the top of his voice.

"Crack!"

The next moment, a passage quickly opened in the thick fog.

The worm shadow flashed, and the big gray shuttled in like a shadow chasing the wind, and hovered over a city fortress.

"Junior Wangqin Danzong Ge Anlan, met Senior Chen!"

Flying towards him was a gentle and elegant middle-aged male cultivator, wearing a Tai Chi robe and smiling all over his face. It was Ge Anlan, the suzerain of the Dan sect.

"Sovereign Ge, you are very polite."

Chen Ping squeezed out a smile and cupped his hands.

This senior Chen really made him feel extremely refreshed.

Wu Yunpeng, Chu Ruoqiao and other juniors who came together were secretly surprised.

Ge Anlan is a monk in the mid-stage of Jindan, the master of the Danzong who holds great power.

This move is tantamount to acknowledging that Chen Ping's supernatural power is not much different from that of a fifth-order monk.

"George."

After Wu Yunpeng and others were surprised, they saluted one after another.

Although Lanyue Sect and Wangqin Dan Sect had a long-standing grievance, it was a contradiction within the human race.

"Ah."

Ge Anlan responded lukewarmly.

"Chen Daoyou!"

"Brother Chen!"

Gu Sixian and Feng Tianyu who were already in the city arrived almost at the same time.

Chen Ping was puzzled for a moment, isn't it necessary for high-level combat power to defend the city?

But after a sweep of consciousness, he suddenly understood.

Only two of the fourth-order Yin spirits died.

Although the number of remaining ghosts is still terrifying, they can no longer threaten Goddess City.

"I'm really sorry, the Qilin Corpse's consciousness has been locked on me before, Gu..."

Gu Sixian explained with a wry smile.

"Gu Daoyou doesn't need to say more, Chen understands."

Interrupting him impatiently, Chen Ping said urgently: "Dear friends, do you have the best fire spirit stones on you? Don't be stingy and lend me a few pieces!"

"Fellow Daoist, please set an example first, and I will convert it into middle-grade spirit stones and return it to you later."

Chen Ping calmly transmitted his voice through Fengfeng Tianyu.

"High!"

Feng Tianyu immediately comprehended, and his spiritual consciousness wrapped around the storage ring, and threw the three items that were overflowing with red light.

"This is what Fengmou has accumulated for more than a hundred years. Chen Zhenren has exhausted his mana by beheading enemies. He is really a hero of our human race. You must accept a few top-quality spirit stones, Chen Daoyou, and there is no need to repay them in the future, otherwise Fengmou Demons frequently appear in people's hearts, and it is difficult for Nascent Soul to form a knot!"

(End of this chapter)