Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 672
Life, mentoring.

Chen Fuyao is no longer an ignorant girl.

After Chen Ping highly recognized the "wrong things" she committed, she felt a sense of belonging from the bottom of her heart.

"Fuyao, don't go out recently, hurry up and break through Foundation Establishment."

Chen Ping ordered solemnly.

The 11-year-old Chen Fuyao is now at the ninth level of Qi training, and his progress is faster than the true inheritance of the Tianpin spiritual root cultivated by Da Zongmen since childhood.

After all, the conditions that this woman uses for daily cultivation are unreasonably superior.

The high-grade elixir of Si Daowen continued to flow, and the auxiliary treasures for Yiying meditation were also treasures that could not be found.

"Yes!"

Chen Fuyao retreated, and then entered the closed state.

There is almost no failure in the special spiritual root impact foundation establishment.

Therefore, Chen Ping didn't need to do anything unnecessary to bestow the Foundation Establishment Pill.

……

"Dahui, I will give you a mission for the next few years."

Looking at the spirit beast bracelet, Chen Ping said in a mysterious way.

After saying that, a gloomy ghostly aura flowed out, making a figure of uncertain reality.

"Fresh smell."

The figure greedily sucked the surrounding air, looking like a newcomer to the world.

"Brother, how long will it take you to break through to the fifth step?"

Chen Ping asked flatly.

This figure is none other than the ghost general Liu Yuze!

Refining Tuoba Qian's natal ghost energy, and with the help accumulated in his previous life, he has already been promoted to the peak of the fourth order.

And a few days ago, Liu Yuze sent a voice transmission in the spirit beast bracelet telling him to go out to find opportunities.

"If you have enough souls, two years is enough."

Liu Yuze said without any fluctuation in tone.

"Big Gray."

Chen Ping nodded, and confessed to Chonger: "You help him with all your strength."

"Haw."

Da Hui didn't hesitate at all.

When Liu Yuze was still a human race, he had received a lot of salary in Wu Nianzong.

After getting along with him for decades, he regarded Liu Yuze as his family.

"Trouble, Fellow Daoist Da Hui."

Liu Yuze smiled slightly and clasped his fists awkwardly.

He has never understood that a dignified monster worm in the middle of the fifth level doesn't even have a decent name.

"By the way, no matter what Brother Liu does, just wait and see and protect him, and report to me in detail later."

Chen Ping purposely sent a voice transmission to Dahui.

"Haw."

After hearing this, Da Hui picked up Liu Yuze without saying a word, turned into a gray light, flashed several times, and disappeared on the island.

After one person and one worm left, Chen Ping subconsciously squinted his eyes.

He had communicated with Liu Yuze about the source of the living soul.

A cruel and immoral evil cultivator, or someone who has been domesticated for generations.

As for whether the senior brother will harm innocent people on a large scale for the sake of convenience, he cannot guarantee.

After turning into a ghost, Liu Yuze, who once upheld the orthodoxy, seemed to have undergone a huge change.

Of course, if the killing was too indiscriminate, Chen Pingxing might have to think about it.

Otherwise, keeping an extremely ruthless guy by his side is no different from a magic weapon that can trigger self-explosion at any time.

……

Qi training monks cross the catastrophe, only divided into two levels: mana and consciousness.

Xinmo Pass and Tianlei Pass are catastrophes that will only occur in the next big realm.

Chen Fu sat upright on the futon, concentrating on drawing spiritual energy.

In just half a day, Mana Pass was easily broken.

The next level of consciousness is also passed in a very short time.

Chen Ping taught her the soul art from other Taoist friends, and the grade is only high-level Xuanpin.

Kedu Jianji, Yuandan, and Jindan Jie are not a problem.

Tai Yiyan's divine technique involves too much, and it is his supernatural power, Chen Ping is not going to pass it on to this woman.

Or after he transforms into a god, and Chen Fuyao's performance makes him very satisfied, he may be able to inherit the treasure method.

"Foundation establishment disciple, Chen Fuyao!"

Appearing without warning, Chen Ping said with a smile.

"Master!"

Chen Fuyao opened her beautiful eyes and hurriedly saluted, with a trace of joy flashing across her face.

"Explore your fairy bamboo spirit root."

Chen Ping pointed out with concern.

Before the establishment of the foundation, Chen Fuyao did not obtain the exclusive special supernatural power.

I don't know if it will be turned on at this time.

Hearing this, Chen Fuyao immediately looked inside to marry a fairy bone.

The next moment, a strange fluctuation echoed around.

Suddenly, the wood spiritual energy with a radius of hundreds of miles quickly swept across the sea area and mountains, and crazily poured into Fuyao's body.

The sound of "Boom" was loud.

Fuyao's body trembled, and a half-finger-long imprint was condensed in the center of her eyebrows.

If you look carefully, it is a golden bamboo with bell-shaped flower bones.

"Could it be the first immortal bamboo in the world?"

Although he couldn't recognize the species of Lingzhu, it didn't prevent Chen Ping from deliberating.

After about ten breaths, the surrounding anomalies gradually subsided.

There was an indescribable air of preciousness everywhere in that Immortal Bamboo Imprint, and it made Chen Fuyao, who was already extremely watery, even more extraordinary.

"Master, this disciple has opened a special supernatural power cultivation method."

Chen Fuyao said happily, and then explained in detail.

"It's actually a life-saving magical power!"

After listening, the brilliance in Chen Ping's eyes flashed away.

Immortal Bamboo Resurrection Method!
This technique is very similar to the rumored Phoenix Nirvana.

When suffering fatal damage, the main body will move to a far distance and turn into a spirit bamboo, waiting for the next recovery.

But the immortal bamboo resurrection method on the first floor can only teleport a thousand miles around.

There is no way to escape the perception of high-ranking monks.

Of course, the strength of this method can only be gradually manifested with the increase of the realm.

"An immortal body in a certain sense."

It is unrealistic for Chen Ping to say that he is not envious of himself.

There is no one who does not wet his shoes when he often walks by the river. This kind of supernatural power should be mastered by him.

"Master, one hundred strands of spiritual bamboo are needed to practice the first level of resurrection."

Chen Fuyao blinked pleadingly.

After explaining, Chen Ping couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.

Cultivating spiritual root supernatural powers requires a special thing.

For example, the bitter spirit root needs to take away the golden elixir and Yuanying Qi of the monk, and the yin and yang mysterious yellow energy of the Taiyi Linggen is general.

The origin of this spirit bamboo is extracted from the spirit bamboo above the fourth rank.

But a fourth-order spirit bamboo can only obtain one source.

There are only ten strands of fifth-order spiritual bamboo.

"I was poor as a teacher..."

With a wry smile, Chen Ping spread out his hands, expressing his helplessness.

"Uncle Hui said, Master is the number one Nascent Soul in the cultivation world. He has looted dozens of forces, big and small. Even the cultivators who have turned into gods have nothing to do with you."

Chen Fuyao held her chin and said reverently.

"The first Nascent Soul? That's right, I don't even know."

Humming lightly, Chen Ping burst into a smile, and with a wave of his sleeves, dozens of fourth- and fifth-tier spirit bamboos appeared.

In an instant, the secret room was filled with the strong fragrance of clear bamboo.

"Hee hee, it's just like what Uncle Hui secretly told me, Master likes to listen to flattery!"

Feeling overjoyed, Chen Fuyao hugged a Lingzhu and didn't let go.

She is naturally close to Lingzhu.

Seeing his disciples impatiently refining them one by one, Chen Ping smiled and quietly retreated.

……

A few months later, Chen Fuyao successfully passed the customs.

She demonstrated a fairy bamboo resurrection method.

Holding a piece of unremarkable gray short bamboo in his hand, Chen Ping sighed greatly.

If it was Yuan Yingqian, he would never believe that there is such a miraculous life-saving technique in the world.

After dispelling the spell, Chen Fuyao's body replaced the short bamboo and appeared within a pair of encircling arms.

"Master, is Fu Yao's spells powerful?"

Chen Fuyao said with a smile.

Although the man's breathing is close at hand, Fu Yao doesn't care.

She was born twelve years ago, and the creatures she came into contact with were especially pure, and there was no so-called defense between men and women at all.

And Chen Ping also treats this woman as a disciple.

Without thinking, he put down Fuyao, and asked, "How often can I perform this immortal bamboo resurrection method?"

"Three years."

Chen Fuyao truthfully reported.

"Hey, won't this little girl be more daring and naughty after learning this special supernatural power?"

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Chen Ping was speechless.

Moreover, the resurrection method is only one of the supernatural powers of the immortal bamboo spirit root.

As Chen Fuyao's realm gets higher, it will be opened one after another.

This is also the main reason why special spiritual roots are favored by Huashen.

The natal technique is too heaven-defying.

After a little training, it becomes an invincible existence of the same level.

"That mark is conspicuous."

Glancing at the center of Chen Fuyao's eyebrows, Chen Ping stroked his palm, and a ray of spiritual light fell.

After a while, the spirit bamboo pattern receded, revealing the original fair skin.

He used his soul power to construct a simple illusion.

Unless the other party is a cultivator of Huashen, even if the Nascent Soul is greatly repaired, there will be no abnormalities in the face-to-face.

Then, Chen Ping drove more than ten restraints into Chen Fuyao's body one after another.

Protect this woman's sea of ​​consciousness and marrying fairy bones.

In this way, ordinary Yuanying who searched for her soul or did evil things would not be able to escape the attack of the soul spell, and thus she would be seriously injured and dying.

……

"Fuyao met Master Mistress!"

Under Chen Ping's recommendation, Chen Fuyao met this mysterious Nascent Soul Girl Body Cultivator for the first time.

To her, Bu Ningmei was busy day and night, basically like an invisible person.

"Girl, don't be too polite."

Bu Ningmei helped the girl up and said flattered.

Her heart was full of joy when she called her teacher's wife.

In addition, Fuyao is a special spiritual root in the legend, and it is very likely to become the seedling of the spiritual master in the future.

Even though she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, she doesn't dare to hold her up in front of Fuyao.

"Ningmei, there is a difference in realm, don't let her develop the habit of not knowing dignity!"

Frowning, Chen Ping said via voice transmission: "Besides, you are my concubine, so put on more airs on weekdays."

"Brother Ping calm down."

Bu Ningmei knew she was wrong, and withdrew most of her intimacy, and then rewarded a batch of fourth-order spiritual bamboos as a meeting gift.

"This seat's mental barrier has been hindering cultivation, so I might as well take the two of you out for a game."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Ping said so.

"Master is wise!"

Chen Fuyao immediately showed joy.

……

Bili sea area is rich in a second-order water monkey.

The psychic is obedient, even if you are not a spirit trainer, you can easily control it.

Therefore, the Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators living on the several islands near Bilihai would often form a team to go to the bottom of the sea to catch spirit monkeys.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from a small trench hundreds of feet below the sea.

There was also a faint cracking sound and glaring talismans flashing, and it seemed that there were monks fighting there.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be two men, two women and a big man in a brocade robe with an evil spirit, fighting with great joy.

Although the two men and two women have an overwhelming advantage in numbers, the one with the highest cultivation level is only a mid-stage Foundation Establishment holding a jade plate spirit weapon.

The other three are only in the early stage of foundation establishment.

In front of the evil man at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he was already at an absolute disadvantage, and he was no match at all.

"Let you have a taste of the power of the evil art!"

As if tired of the extremely boring fights, the evil man in brocade robe suddenly slapped the storage ring with one hand, and four bloodshot darts appeared in his hand.

Then his figure turned around, and these darts shot towards the magic weapons of the four at the same time.

Halfway, the four darts touched the inner restraint and exploded on their own.

Surprisingly, these darts did not contain thunder fire, but emitted a thick red blood column instead.

Once the blood mist dissipated, it immediately filled the air.

At the same time, there was a pungent smell that made one want to vomit.

One can tell at a glance that it is a treasure refined by monks of the Demon Sect.

As soon as the four people's magic weapons touched the light mist released by the blood pillar, they instantly melted into a mass of scrap iron and fell into the deeper seabed one after another.

"puff"

"puff"

The natal magic weapon was damaged, and the two men and two women on one side of the four immediately spit out blood, and their expressions became sluggish.

"It's the poison dart of the filthy magic weapon of the Lone Lantern Demon Sect!"

The handsome man in the middle stage of foundation establishment shouted in horror.

On the side, a man and a woman who were obviously Taoist companions also became extremely ugly when they heard this.

The Lonely Lantern Demon Sect, the golden core forces in the Bili Sea Territory!

It is the existence that these foundation-building casual cultivators look up to.

Only another young girl with a pretty face was dazed, as if she didn't know anything about the Lone Lantern Demon Sect.

"Jie Jie, since you have guessed He Mou's mastery, several fellow Taoists will arrest you without letting go!"

The evil man surnamed He kept laughing strangely, and the sea water was turbulent with his strong mana.

He just accepted the mission of the sect, patrolled this sea area, and randomly killed three treasure hunters to build a foundation.

Unexpectedly, there was a windfall from the sky, and I met four of them at once.

What's more, among the four lambs to be slaughtered, there were actually two foundation-building nuns.

One of them looks quite young, and it seems that he is still a rare and stunning chick!

This is the opportunity God bestowed on him.

The expression of the evil man surnamed He became more and more ferocious, and he urged the magic weapon in his hand with all his strength, pressing forward step by step.

"Xiaoyao, I used a secret method to contain him, you must escape, the Lone Lantern Demon Sect has a bad name, and I don't know how many monks have died miserably."

"Falling into the hands of disciples of this sect, you can't seek death if you want to live."

After the handsome man sent a voice transmission to the girl, he resolutely took several shots on his body.

Then, a strange cry erupted all over his body, and a puff of black air enveloped his whole body.

And the breath of the handsome male cultivator also rose suddenly, rushing into the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Big Brother Wei..."

The girl called "Xiaoyao" moved her throat, and a gleam of light appeared in her eyes.

She and three teammates just met temporarily to catch water monkeys.

In the past ten days, the three of them have taken good care of her.

Especially Brother Wei, who is upright in words and deeds, has repeatedly taught her the experience of walking in the cultivation world.

"Don't shoot!"

When Xiaoyao couldn't hold back anymore and stroked her fingers to the storage belt around her waist, a cold order stopped her.

The girl trembled when she heard the words, and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, the secret technique to temporarily increase strength? It's rare."

Seeing the handsome Jianji rushing towards him with soaring strength, the evil man surnamed He gave a disdainful smile, and flicked his hands out of thin air.

Countless streaks of blood flickered.

Flashes of irregular light approached it.

"My lady, the one surnamed Wei is entangled with Xiexiu, let's run!"

"Sir, escape to the east, where the sea is deep and the terrain is intricate."

The other two Taoist teammates looked at each other, and they left the girl and Wei Jianji at the same time, and both dived into the deep sea.

"you!"

The girl's breath was stagnant, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face.

The couple are usually generous and generous, and have mentioned many times that they are close to her, and even proposed to marry her.

But at the time when the four of them needed their joint efforts the most, they flew away without hesitation.

"Jie Jie, in that direction, you are throwing yourself into a trap!"

The evil man surnamed He didn't panic at all, he only focused on attacking Zhuji and Xiaoyao surnamed Wei.

After ten breaths, two familiar screams came from the East Sea.

Then, a blood-cloaked male cultivator who looked six or seven points like the evil man surnamed He flew over with a sword.

He was holding the fleeing man and woman in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the two were shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they would soon die like mummified corpses.

"Brother, men are fine, and you don't want to stay, little lady!"

Seeing the blood-robed male cultivator approaching, Xie He surnamed and accused him dissatisfiedly.

"With a knife on Sezi's head, one day you will die in a woman's belly."

Feng Qingyun said calmly, but the blood-robed male cultivator greedily swept Xiaoyao away, and grabbed him with his hands.

"The doom has come!"

Jianji Wei, who performed the secret technique, couldn't help but shake his head frantically in despair.

Two Dzogchen cultivators!
He and Xiaoyao must have no way out today.

"Silly girl, why didn't you listen to me and run away just now."

Jianji, surnamed Wei, saw the girl who was about to fall into the clutches of the devil, and felt bitter and sad.

"Xiaoyao, if there is a destiny in the next life..."

However, just halfway through his voice transmission, a horrifying scene appeared before his eyes.

A four-foot-long transparent gun shadow swept away, and the majestic blood-robed male cultivator immediately fell from the air, holding his head and screaming.

Then an attacking talisman with a strong breath pierced through it, blasting the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen to nothing.

"Soul attack secret method, third-level high-grade talisman!"

Wei Zhuji and He Xiehan, who were entangled in the fight, looked dumbfounded and breathed an incredible chill.

This evil cultivator simply died in the hands of a foundation-building early stage!

Xiaoyao smiled at Wei Zhuji, and another gun shadow swept into the sea of ​​consciousness of the evil man named He.

"How can a mere foundation-building early stage practice the spirit method?"

He surnamed He didn't have time to beg for mercy, and his consciousness collapsed in severe pain.

Although there is also a soul technique in the Lone Lantern Demon Sect, it is not taught by the elder Yuan Dan.

He himself has no way to deal with the attack of the soul!
"Evil cultivator, go die!"

The male Xiu surnamed Wei took the opportunity to jump up, smashed the big man's dantian with one hand, and patted his heart with the other.

"Boom!"

The big man's corpse fell down unwillingly.

Before dying, he crushed a round bead in his hand.

A trace of unique smell spread out immediately.

An elder Yuan Dan from the Zongmen was collecting materials nearby, and he would definitely avenge himself and his elder brother!
"Xiaoyao!"

Seeing the girl collapsed with a pale complexion, the male Xiu surnamed Wei hurriedly supported her.

"Brother Wei, my mind and soul have been exhausted and I will immediately fall into a coma. Take me away quickly."

Xiaoyao was very weak and spoke intermittently.

"Who gave you your soul method?"

While nervous, the male Xiu surnamed Wei asked casually.

"When Xiaoyao was practicing Qi, he accidentally broke into a safe ancient cave. There was a Jindan cultivator's inheritance and treasures inside. The third-level talisman was left by his predecessors."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and then said in earnest.

Although her words were prompted, she did not reveal any flaws.

"The chance is against the sky."

The eyes of the male cultivator surnamed Wei flashed, and many storage rings on the surrounding corpses were shining brightly.

"Brother Wei, let's go first."

Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and then he passed out.

The next moment, the male cultivator surnamed Wei began to breathe heavily, and his lips trembled violently.

"As long as I monopolize the resources to advance to Yuandan, what is a heart-wrenching person!"

Looking at the drowsy girl, the male cultivator surnamed Wei cast a poisonous look in his eyes, and then slapped her head with a sad face.

But something happened to his horror.

The palm containing spiritual power was stuck three inches in front of the girl's forehead, and it couldn't go down no matter what.

Moreover, his whole body was also suppressed by a huge force, and his limbs were twisted and pinned to the ground.

"Know the face but not the heart."

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, her face full of disappointment.

"Ningmei, what I just said, people's hearts, you can't easily test them, because all you get are such cruel results."

At this time, a pair of gorgeously dressed men and women appeared out of thin air.

I don't know how high the realm of the two is.

The sea water in a radius of a hundred miles avoided it in shock, and turned into nothingness in the rush.

"Master, Mistress."

The girl saluted dejectedly.

"Xiaoyao, please forgive me, Big Brother Wei treats you well..."

The words "high-ranking cultivator playing in the world of mortals" popped up in his mind, and the male cultivator surnamed Wei suddenly begged for mercy in horror.

"Master, why did he sacrifice his life to save me before?"

Chen Fuyao asked in puzzlement.

"He likes you and wants to find you as a Taoist partner. At that moment, this son is sincere."

Chen Ping smiled and said with a negative hand.

"Teach disciples the words of tiger and wolf."

Bu Ningmei, who was silent, couldn't help but feel helpless.

"People's hearts are always changing. If you kill you, he will be able to inherit the unwarranted legacy of the golden core and take the loot all to himself."

"The road is so far away, why delay longevity because of a woman."

Slowly squatting down, Chen Ping stared at the monk surnamed Wei, and smiled fascinatedly: "Boy, is what I said right?"

"What the seniors said is true, the juniors have had enough of the hard life of rushing for resources."

The monk surnamed Wei seemed to be controlled by an inexplicable force, and he confided the truth in his heart.

"Okay, you can give him a good time, after all, it is a precious experience in the early stage of your life."

Chen Ping ordered indifferently.

He was very satisfied with what the monk surnamed Wei did.

Otherwise, it would be a miscalculation in front of apprentices and concubines.

Losing face is also a terrible thing.

"Yes!"

Chen Fuyao gritted her silver teeth, grabbed a handful of sea water, and then gathered a water sword to slash at the male cultivator surnamed Wei.

"Xiaoyao..."

The male cultivator surnamed Wei shook his head desperately with painful eyes.

"Master, I can't do it."

With a flick of the sword, Chen Fuyao said depressedly.

"It's fine if you don't kill me, but I'll be banned for a hundred years."

Chen Ping said lightly.

"century?"

After listening, Chen Fuyao, who was only over ten years old, trembled hesitantly, and after closing her beautiful eyes, her palms danced.

After a while, the shrill cry gradually subsided.

Chen Ping applauded and smiled, "Remember, you can trust no one in this world except Master."

There was a hint of soul power in his words.

Even Bu Ningmei in the early Yuanying period was convinced by it, not to mention Chen Fuyao in the Foundation Establishment realm.

"Master, where are you going next?"

Chen Fuyao quickly walked out of her grief and asked.

"You don't think you've forgotten anything!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping snorted slightly angrily, and reprimanded: "It is the demeanor of my generation of monks to collect spoils at the first time."

"A high-level teacher doesn't like the foundation storage ring, but if you ignore it, it's a big mistake!"

With a puff of mouth, Chen Fuyao obeyed obediently, and took all the treasures from the corpses.

"Originally, the spoils of war were obtained in time to be digested and used to improve strength, but now there is no rush."

Waving his hand, Chen Ping turned his head and glanced upwards.

"Whoa!"

The waves kept rolling down, and a ferocious middle-aged man was rushing towards this side.

"Jie, who dares to touch my disciple of the Lonely Lantern Demon Sect!"

The villain Yuan Dan roared furiously, while killing several people here.

"Yuan Dan mid-stage."

Chen Ping sneered, and made a light move with his left hand.

Immediately, the villain Yuan Dan who was a hundred miles away lost all his magic power and fell at the feet of several people.

"hiss!"

After sensing that among the three of them, two of them did not have a trace of magic power, the shouting evil cultivator Yuandan immediately shook his heart.

It is impossible for mortals to appear in this deep sea.

Is it...

But then, his thoughts stagnated for no reason, and his body turned into nothingness.

In the bloody water, a strand of dark red blood flew away.

"The young ones were beaten, the big ones came, and obviously there are still old ones!"

Chen Ping said jokingly, but he didn't stop the secret technique from escaping far away.

……

Half an hour later, an old man with a gloomy face at the early Jindan stage paused on the sea.

"Nephew Bai died in this sea area!"

Staring at the thread of blood wrapped around his finger, the old man disappeared into the air vigilantly.

Elder Yuandan has not fallen from the Lone Lantern Demon Sect for 26 years.

He wants to see who is challenging the majesty of the magic gate.

However, suspicious by nature, he was waiting for his senior brother.

The first cultivator of the Gudeng Demon Sect, the Supreme Elder of the late Jindan stage.

"Junior Brother, what is your voice transmission contact office?"

Not long after, a handsome man drove a ghost-faced crane to join them.

"Senior Brother..."

But the strange thing is that the two never met each other, and a giant hand came out of nowhere and smashed down.

"Senior, I am the registered disciple of Duan Mojun on Wulian Island. You may be familiar with him. Don't flood the Dragon King Temple!"

While the Pianpian man was terrified, he had to report the threat to his family.

"Haha, there is actually an ancestor on top of the old one, and it happened to be brought together."

A hearty laughter spread across the sea, and the only two golden pills of the Lonely Demon Sect fell together.

"Let's go, cut the weeds and get rid of the roots."

Jian Guang rushed and shot in one direction.

Half a day later, the Gudeng Demon Sect, whose evil name had terrified Bi Lihai for thousands of years, was uprooted, leaving no bones or dogs behind.

……

Another two days later.

Wulian Island.

On the top of the mountain, a short, green-robed male cultivator, drenched in blood, fell on his back in a huge pit.

Bu Ningmei firmly stomped on the chest of the green-robed man, making him unable to move.

She is excited.

It was the first time after Nascent Soul to fight against monks of the same level, although the process was quite twists and turns, but in the end she was crushed by the magic weapon and was even better.

If the high-ranking monks on the island were here, they would definitely run away in amazement.

Because the green-robed man in such a miserable state is actually Duan Mojun, the great master in the early Yuanying period, whom they fear incomparably!

But the person Duan Mojun was in awe of was not Bu Ningmei.

The purple-robed man who kept a joking smile on the sidelines was most likely a God Transformation Spirit Venerable.

Just now, the shock wave caused by the fight between the two swept across his body, and it was wiped out without any waves.

With a slight glance from his eyes, Duan Mojun's consciousness was stripped out as if his soul had come out of his body.

"What did the junior do to offend the senior?"

Before dying, Duan Mojun wanted to figure it out.

"It's a long story, starting with a small foundation-establishing demon, it's too annoying."

Chen Ping smiled dumbly, and with a flick of his sleeves, a burst of flames burned Duan Mojun into ashes.

"Fuyao, remember, those who are proficient in the way of blood and magic have many tricks, you must confirm whether they have completely fallen, sometimes even the soul smoke can be fake!"

As Chen Ping reminded, he slashed through the void with his finger as a sword, and pulled out a drop of scarlet blood from a crack in space.

"The junior is willing to do the work of a dog and a horse, please forgive me, senior!"

In the scarlet blood, a face with terrified features changed from big to small, desperately begging for mercy.

"Oh!"

Luo Shengjian slashed across the sky, and Duan Mojun was truly reincarnated.

"Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, and we will never suffer from future troubles."

Chen Ping's precepts and deeds left an indelible memory in Fuyao's young heart.

"Hundreds of years from now, maybe a cunning female devil will be born in the Fancang sea area..."

Bu Ningmei shuddered suddenly.

……

In the following two years, Chen Ping, his apprentice and Bu Ningmei traveled all over the nearby sea areas.

Chen Fuyao has seen all kinds of alien races and experienced many things that she could never imagine.

Poor and hateful human pets, beast hordes that slaughtered the island, ferocious giant spirits, etc...

Mortal corpses floating thousands of miles make it sad.

The intrigue among the monks made her heart gradually cold.

After advancing to the middle stage of foundation establishment, Chen Fuyao killed a small family who provoked her with a sword alone.

But no matter how she changes, her respect for Master is getting deeper and deeper.

In the world, only Master treats her sincerely, even Uncle Big Hui can't compare to her.

……

Today, the top of the mountain.

Chen Fuyao, who was getting taller and taller, stood respectfully, waiting for Chen Ping's instructions.

"Fuyao, do you want to know who your biological parents are?"

Chen Ping turned around and said with a half-smile.

"think."

After being taken aback for a moment, Chen Fuyao nodded silently.

"They are the pets of the Giant Spirit Clan in Manjue Mainland!"

Chen Ping said without any concealment.

Although his mother, Kong Zhenyi, begged him not to tell Chen Fuyao about his life before he blew himself up.

But firstly, Chen Ping has never been instigated by weak people.

Second, Chen Fuyao will be a monk who has the ability to advance to that step in the future.

Let's not talk about it now, in case she finds the truth in the future and causes misunderstandings between the master and the apprentice, of course Chen Ping will try his best to put an end to such bloody things.

"Favorite?"

Chen Fuyao's complexion darkened, and her heart was bitter.

"Look at this photo bead."

Shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping flung a green bead, and a picture appeared immediately.

Under the barbarian emperor's order, Kong Zhenyi slowly stretched his hand towards the baby girl's neck.

"Is she my mother?"

Chen Fuyao's body trembled violently, the woman's hand seemed to pass through the screen, jamming her throat, suffocating and painful.

"In the end she came to her senses and handed you over to her teacher safely."

After thinking about it, Chen Ping still defended Kong Zhenyi.

The greatness of motherhood, even he was a little moved by it that day.

"Where's my father?"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fuyao asked.

"The man and the beast might as well have been slapped to death by the power of the sea clan, you don't need to understand."

Chen Ping refused unhurriedly.

"Pay an unimaginable price for your teacher and invite fellow Taoists to kill seven in and seven out in Manjue Continent. In the end, only half of your life is left to hug you and escape."

"Although it happened more than ten years ago, it seems like a brand that has lingered for a long time. After all, since I became a teacher and practiced Taoism, I have rarely suffered such serious trauma."

"Master!"

Chen Fuyao burst into tears like rain, and Ruyan threw herself into the man's arms like returning home.

"As a teacher, I hope you can surpass my achievements."

Chen Ping said kindly.

He invested a lot of energy and resources in Chen Fuyao, if this girl died halfway, there would not even be a place to cry.

"Master, this disciple has a request."

Raising his head, Chen Fuyao said firmly, "Can the giant spirit clan in the Manjue Continent be left for disciples to eradicate?"

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Hearing this, Chen Ping immediately shook his head, and said, "The Giant Spirit Emperor is a creature who has been listed as a teacher, and you can follow suit in the future, and firmly remember the enemy."

……

at dusk.

Big Ash, who had disappeared for more than two years, flew from a high altitude and joined Chen Ping and the others.

"Master, Liu Daoyou has just passed the fifth-order catastrophe and is cultivating in the bottle."

After presenting a sealed sutra bottle, Da Hui also delivered a piece of information about Liu Yuze.

"Thanks a lot."

Chen Ping patted Big Hui on the head, and then said calmly: "I will leave Fuyao to you. Ningmei and I plan to go back to Yuanyan Islands."

"Master, take me with you."

Chen Fuyao begged timidly.

"Nonsense, don't worry, at most dozens of years, the master will come to you."

Chen Ping would not agree to a rude request.

As soon as the Feitianzong secret realm was opened, at least two or three Huashen gathered together.

He is proficient in space art and can escape at any time.

But if Chen Fuyao is discovered, all my hard work will be in vain.

There are only one or two fifth-order creatures within a million miles around this sea area.

Chen Fuyao was protected by Da Hui to practice outside, he was very relieved.

……

Before leaving, Chen Ping threw away the teacher's apprentice ceremony that he had promised before.

It is a golden bead.

"The Orb of Good Fortune, a treasure that I personally crafted."

Chen Ping said proudly: "This bead is divided into four layers, corresponding to the four realms of Zhuji, Yuandan, Jindan, and Yuanying."

"There are good treasures left on each floor. Fuyao, you can break the ban and get the treasures when you are strong enough."

"The master's power is unmatched, and the inheritance is shocking!"

Da Hui shook his head and screamed, and motioned to Chen Fuyao to thank him.

"Thank you, Master, for cultivating."

Chen Fuyao knelt down with red eyes and kowtowed a few times.

"Ah."

Seeing this woman's expression of gratitude, Chen Ping nodded in relief.

When making fortune beads, his heart would bleed every time he put a treasure in it.

Self-created Tianpin swordsmanship, Sidaowen Qingxu Hualou pill, top-grade Taoist artifact, top-grade Lingbao, Huaying pill, etc...

Each one is something that he regards as a treasure.

Although he promised to meet in dozens of years, Chen Ping had to take precautions against twists and turns in advance.

"take care of yourself."

After leaving these words, Chen Ping and Bu Ningmei tacitly ascended into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

……

On the top of the mountain, only Chen Fuyao and Dahui were left.

After more than a dozen breaths, Chen Fuyao looked around with a look of reluctance.

Suddenly, the sadness dissipated, and he jumped up excitedly and said:

"Uncle Hui, let's go to the city to let go of our hands and feet for a few months. Staying by Master's side for the past two years has suffocated me!"

"Hush! The master bid farewell to Huashen Lingzun back then, and spent three hours languidly. Be careful that he is still hiding nearby."

Dahui shuddered fiercely, flew up in a panic, and blocked Chen Fuyao's mouth with its insect wings.

"Hmph, Dahui, you can figure it out!"

Sure enough, a cold hum resounded on the top of the mountain.

"He's so insidious!"

Chen Fuyao wanted to cry but had no tears, and the expression on her face turned into a bitter gourd.

……

"As the saying goes, it's a waste of time to do a full set of acting. This girl didn't learn anything!"

Chen Ping gritted his teeth in depression as the strong wind howled in the four-element sky.

"Brother Ping, Fu Yao hasn't decided yet, so don't take it to heart."

Beside, Bu Ningmei smiled and enlightened.

At the same time, she has a bit of a taste.

She has only met Chen Fuyao who can change her husband's feelings.

"Go to Heisha Liuhai and wait for me first."

After interrupting the topic, Chen Ping threw away a jade slip that recorded the coordinates, and then, the figure galloped towards the south.

In just one breath, Bu Ningmei could no longer catch it.

……

The pilgrimage sea area, the barren continent.

After more than ten years, Chen Ping re-entered alone.

This time without the company of Tianlong Zhenjun and others, but he did not retreat in the slightest.

The barbarian emperor who has a chance to break through the sixth level must die!

　Thanks to Lord Tianhong for 3 coins, Taiqing Lingzun for 1500 coins, Houjiang Jiufenshui 957 coins, Menglan Fuyao for 1500 coins, book friend 1500 for 765 coins, Emperor Su for 1500 coins, book friend [-] for [-] Points reward!

　　
　
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