Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 694 Can't Help, Farewell (6.8K)

The color of the magic weapon is ever-changing, and you can do whatever you want.

Just like Chen Ping's fire method, he can not only show cyan, red, but also change into green and blue.

This most basic change is entirely a matter of thought.

But the criterion for judging high-level creatures is not to distinguish them from their superficial characteristics.

Chen Ping said that the colors are different, but he actually meant that the aura of the purple-red fishhook was completely different from that of the Heaven-thieving Golden Hook controlled by Old Monster Xu.

He has personally experienced the supernatural power of the golden hook many times.

Although the fishhook in front of him is no different from Thief's Golden Hook in terms of its size and the power of space it contains.

But the two are not a treasure at all!
And in this moment of effort, the purple-red fishhook has already broken through the physical defense of the Lingzun.

And severely left several hideous blood holes exposing bones on his shoulders.

In an instant, countless arcs of purple lightning intertwined and flickered from the fishhook, condensed into a palm-sized silk net, and frantically rushed towards Jie Lingzun's body.

"Lightning and space dual-attribute magic weapon!"

A coolness welled up in Chen Ping's heart.

He can be sure that this thing is definitely not Thief's Golden Hook.

Because the golden hook contains the law of fire, it has nothing to do with Lei Li.

"Xu has never heard of this treasure."

Soaring into the sky, Xu Daoqing immediately exchanged information with Chen Ping.

Then the two of them had the same thoughts and asked Concubine Shu Mu.

But the latter just shook his head slightly, his eyes blank.

"Always be ready to activate the sixth-level formation!"

Xu Daoqing sent a decree to the elder of Zhenzong who was sitting in the deep mountain.

He had already felt the fuzzy aura hidden in the space above, more than twice as strong as him!
It must be a creature in the mid-stage or even late stage of transformation.

Moreover, the direct line monks of the Jiange are all leaders of the same rank no matter what realm they are in.

Although Xie Lingzun is in the early stage of transforming into a god, it is difficult for ordinary mid-stage creatures to put the rest to death.

But even he is in a desperate situation, and there is no need to question the terrifying strength of the pursuer who has not yet shown up.

"In case there is more than one enemy..."

Chen Ping's meaning is very obvious.

"Self-preservation is the main thing."

Xu Daoqing replied without thinking.

After reaching a consensus, the two of them flickered and disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, the juniors in the mountain also hid in the formation nearby.

……

"Zizi"

The purple lightning released by the fishhook invaded the body, and Jie Lingzun seemed to be in uncontrollable pain.

The cheeks, neck, and arms are all covered with flying lace.

After that, it exploded inch by inch, and clusters of weird lightning balls condensed and immediately raged and bloomed, beginning to devour his internal organs.

For a moment, with his people as the center, the space with a radius of hundreds of feet suddenly turned into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

Xie Lingzun was not powerless to fight back, and rubbed his hands together with a dark face.

Immediately, a precious fan of white, red and blue appeared on his right hand.

This fan is about five feet long, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a dense layer of sword light flowing on the surface.

Upon closer inspection, this precious fan is actually a long sword with a strange appearance.

Its blade is wrapped with two thick wings.

The judgment at first glance creates an illusion.

"One of the well-known heaven-reaching spiritual treasures of Yuanshi Jiange, the Qixian Flying Sword."

"The original weapon spirit in this sword disappeared due to the failure of the second catastrophe. Xu doesn't know if the fellow daoist has cultivated a new weapon spirit."

Xu Daoqing knew that Chen Ping had just come into contact with Huashen's level and his vision was limited, so he made a point.

"How many divine swords of the level of Lingbao are there in the Jiange?"

Handing over a grateful look, Chen Ping asked enviously.

First there was the Guanchen Sword held by a female sword spirit root cultivator, and then there was a Qixian Flying Sword.

The quality of both is not much weaker than that of Caitian.

But you must know that the Celestial Cutting Immortal Sword is a magic weapon carefully preserved by Lei Gong, and its preciousness can be seen.

"At least four, but grandmother's status was not high back then, and the number of Jiange Tongtian sword treasures is likely to be more than this number."

"Especially the Xeon Sword Treasure, most of the Nascent Soul monks in the sect will never even see their real bodies in their entire lives."

Xu Daoqing informed through voice transmission.

After hearing these words, a trace of hotness spread silently in Chen Ping's chest.

It is true that two or three natal magic weapons are enough.

But who told him that Zhou Tian Wan Jue Sword Array, which he intensively cultivated, is a special supernatural power that needs to invest a lot of resources!

In the past, in the early and mid-stage period of Jindan and Yuanying, the sword formation has always been his trump card, and it shines everywhere.

But at present, this formation is close to a dusty state.

There is no other reason, even if it is a spirit sword of 49 Lingbao level, it is like paper in front of the monk who transforms the spirit.

With other alternatives available, his enthusiasm for collecting sword treasures gradually diminished.

However, Chen Ping has never really given up on the sword array magic power.

After all, he invested countless spiritual stones in the sword foundation, and the poor Qingfeng of the year also gritted his teeth and persisted.

"After I transform into a god, it's time to visit every household and exchange sword treasures and high-grade ores."

Ambition bred, Chen Ping thought to himself.

It is impossible to have 49 swords, but if you gather all seven divine swords of the level of Lingbao, the killing power is unimaginable.

This is also due to the blessing of the spiritual root of Taiyi to the consciousness.

Otherwise, even a cultivator in the late stage of transforming gods would not be able to manipulate the seven heaven-reaching spiritual treasures in one go.

……

high altitude.

The moment the Qixian Flying Sword appeared, the lightning force released by the purple-red fishhook was immediately forced back a hundred miles.

Xie Lingzun held the hilt of the sword with one hand, concentrated his mana, and slammed it at his body.

A clear cry resounded like a dragon chant over the sea.

I saw the Qixian Flying Sword suddenly trembled, and a stream of three-color sword energy surged out.

Then it condensed in the middle and turned into a crystal clear phoenix about an inch, wearing white, red, and blue feathers, and rushed straight to the raging thunder and lightning power in the body.

Then, sword flowers bloomed around him, submerging his figure in it.

"The old man, Xie Hanyuan, is the Supreme Elder of Jiange Yuanshi. Who are you? Don't be afraid that this pavilion will investigate thoroughly!"

At the same time, Jie Lingzun roared into the void.

"what!"

Chen Ping and Xu Daoqing, who were hundreds of miles apart, were taken aback.

The two always thought that Yuanshi Jiange was used to being arrogant and domineering, and that it was the enemies in the Central Sea who were chasing and killing Xie Hanyuan.

As a result, things seem to be more complicated.

Xie Hanyuan doesn't even know the unknown enemy.

Could it be just a chance encounter, a simple act of killing people and seizing treasures?
"It's unlikely, the chances of the two transformation gods meeting are too small."

Xu Daoqing said with an ugly face.

Chen Ping next to him was deeply convinced.

"I can kill whoever I want, why explain it to a dead man!"

In the next breath, a hoarse and gloomy strange laugh came from the shattered void.

Then all the cracks in the surrounding space were wiped out, and a white-haired old man in fine clothes appeared stepping forward.

This person's appearance is clearly about seventy years old, but he exudes an indescribable chic and suave.

The eyes of the old man in fine clothes are not the normal black and white pupils of the human race.

It is a colorful flower petal, slowly rotating.

"Sixth-order Immortal!"

Xie Hanyuan, Chen Ping, and Xu Daoqing were surprised at the same time.

The insight of the cultivator of Huashen is naturally beyond the reach of others.

And Chen Ping's own natal puppet is the immortal race, and his understanding of the body structure of this race is far superior to that of monks in the same realm.

"It's still a five-color petal fairy!"

Chen Ping's heart sank.

Immortals have no spiritual roots.

The pattern in the pupil represents the cultivation qualification and Taoist talent.

His natal puppet is a cyan petal, which is comparable to a heavenly root.

The five-color petal is an existence that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the special spiritual root of the human race!

"Mid-sixth stage!"

The shock on Xu Daoqing's face didn't fade much after sensing the realm of those who came out.

No wonder Xie Hanyuan, a Huashen sword repairman, was in such a mess.

He did not hesitate to leave his face and flee back to Wuxiangzhenzong to ask for help.

Realm suppression does not count, and the five-color petal fairy has at least mastered several treasure-level sky-reaching spells.

After fighting for a long time, this great swordsman might really be in danger of falling.

……

"Junior below, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. My temper is not good. When I get angry, this small sea area will not leave any dog ​​or dog."

Twirling the purple-red fishhook with two fingers, the immortal old man's tone was tinged with a hint of threat.

"Junior!"

Chen Ping thought it was okay, but Xu Daoqing's expression turned cold.

Monks practice for longevity and status.

I don't think it's easy for him to use the secret method to transform into a god, and today he has become a junior in the eyes of a great immortal.

If it's the late sixth stage, Dzogchen, that's all.

How can a mere mid-term immortal descendant have such confidence!
"Fellow Daoist Xu, calm down. People from other races have cheap mouths. A face-saving person like Chen will take him as a deaf ear."

Chen Ping quickly relieved.

He didn't want to side with Xie Hanyuan for no reason without understanding the situation.

The key is not good at the moment.

……

Yuan Shi's sword energy entered his body, quickly strangling the spreading purple thunder and lightning.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, Xie Hanyuan leaned on the formation shield, stared at the old man and said coldly: "Your Excellency is not a fairy descendant of the Central Sea."

His tone was firm.

There are few people in the Immortal Race, and there are very few Tier [-] people.

Everyone is well known by their peers.

Suddenly, a mid-sixth-level immortal descendant with great hostility towards Jiange popped up, and Xie Hanyuan had already guessed a possibility.

"Think a little more about your own life!"

With a frivolous wave of the immortal old man, the purple-red fishhook turned into a shock, and shot at Xie Hanyuan without giving him a chance to breathe.

He opened his mouth again, and a ball of blood that looked like blood sprayed onto the hook.

As a result, the magic weapon of the fishhook trembled violently, and scattered more purple-red lightning lights halfway.

Under the urging of Fajue, this treasure circled around Xie Hanyuan psychically.

The surrounding air suddenly became numb and boiling.

"Zi La"

There was a strange sound of lightning and thunder.

"Yuanshi Sword Qi!"

Xie Hanyuan shrank his eyes, and a wandering sword and shield more than a hundred feet high emerged, with sword energy flashing on it, enough to split Wuxiang Mountain, to protect him tightly.

But the purple-red fishhook contains the rules of space, and there is no plan to head-on.

There was a tremor of "ding dong".

Scary black cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the sword and shield.

And layer after layer, covering it dizzyingly.

In an instant, most of the thickness of the sword and shield was cut off.

Xie Hanyuan's face changed slightly, and with a backhand flick, the Qixian Feijian split into thousands of ways, and the dense sword light covered the sky and covered the sun, submerging the purple-red fishhook.

This treasure was shown for the first time, and he thought it was Xu Wujiu who Jiange once wanted to kill secretly.

But now it is absolutely certain.

This fishhook is only very similar to Thief Heaven's Golden Hook, and it is not something refined by Xu.

"The attack power of Jiange Huashen cannot be underestimated."

The immortal old man cast spells frequently, and he would not be able to kill him for a while. After Xie Hanyuan, he circled around in place.

Suddenly, circles of mysterious halos erupted from the five-color petals in the pupils.

Countless sword lights froze in a halo.

Then it exploded and turned into strands of powder, and disappeared without a trace.

And the Qixian Feijian who was fighting with the purple-red fishhook was covered by this halo.

The aura on the sword body was also extremely weak, and it returned to Xie Hanyuan's hand with bursts of mourning.

……

"Executing Lingzun's precious swordsmanship and using the Tongtian Lingbao to strike out are not opponents of the Taoism taught by the fairy!"

On the top of Wuxiang Mountain, Chen Ping, who was watching the battle closely, was cold all over his body.

The Immortal Race is loved by the rules and is known as the source of all magic.

Give the simplest example.

Jie Lingzun's Yuanshi Sword Qi may only have been cultivated to the fifth or sixth level.

But the Taoism of this sixth-order immortal descendant is very likely to have been completed!

The big gap is clear at a glance.

After severely injuring the Tongtian Spirit Sword, it seemed that the old man of immortal descent had only started his real offensive.

I saw the five fingers of his left hand pressing lightly.

A huge golden pagoda was formed out of thin air, and the brilliance on the surface shrank and expanded, expanding wildly around.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the area with a radius of thousands of miles was completely covered under the golden pagoda.

Of course, Xie Hanyuan, who is under the special care, cannot be avoided.

The space technique of the purple fishhook alone made it impossible for him to escape.

"town!"

The old man of immortal descent whispered a word, and the runes on the golden pagoda spewed out.

The big one is like a mountain top, and the small one is like a flying rock, dazzling and difficult to see, making people fearful when looking at it.

After controlling Xie Hanyuan, the old man glanced at the Zhenzong cultivators without any emotion.

This time the entrusted matter is about to be completed.

He doesn't understand the small sect below, and he doesn't bother to know.

He was rather surprised that this sect had Huashen human race.

Because according to the news from previous inquiries, the Haoyuhai cultivation world is extremely barren except for the sixth level in the Central Sea.

"A small initial transformation god will be wiped out later."

Immortal Da Neng thought silently.

"Ok?"

But then, his white eyebrows frowned slightly.

A force of about 70 zhang was poured into the hook, and it disappeared in a flash.

"The strength of that kid's soul is a bit strange."

Searching with the retreating soul thread, he clearly locked on a target.

It was actually a human race who was only a Nascent Soul Dzogchen!
……

Inside the formation, Chen Ping lowered his head timidly, as if not daring to look at the Immortal Da Neng.

"No wonder."

After restraining his soul, Chen Ping couldn't help but suddenly realized.

He had wondered before that the power of this magic weapon driven by the immortal's great power seemed to be far inferior to that of Thief's Golden Hook.

It turns out that there is no weapon spirit in the purple-red fishhook!

The spirit of the weapon is derived from the body, which can greatly increase the power of the magic weapon.

Just like if Xu Wujiu lost An Yu'er, his space magic power would be greatly reduced.

And it is extremely normal for the Zhentongtian Lingbao to have no weapon spirit.

Either fell due to crossing the catastrophe, or was killed by the enemy in a fighting method.

"Without sensory induction, the imprint of the ancient tree on my body should not be exposed."

This is where Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

The two fishhook magic weapons are too similar.

He has enough reason to guess that the material of this purple fishhook is also taken from the ancestor tree of the Holy Ruins!

"I don't know which big brother Yuexianchen who likes fishing did it."

Chen Ping was very depressed.

The imprint of the ancient tree is now his heritage.

Being cut off a few branches is like being burglarized at home.

……

"Boom!"

After a short while, the mysterious golden pagoda Taoism has completely suppressed Han Yuan.

Inside, the arc-shaped sword qi and light wheels intertwined and flickered, and the Qixian Feijian was dimmed, trying to resist.

"Aren't you urging the sword treasure imprint?"

The immortal old man snorted secretly, and increased the infusion of mana again.

There was a muffled sound, and the Qixian Feijian in Xie Hanyuan's hand disappeared, and blood was dripping on the skirt of his clothes.

"Chen Daoyou, he can't hold it anymore."

Watching from a distance, Xu Daoqing said worriedly.

"Cough cough."

Chen Ping glanced and pointed to the center of his eyebrows.

Now, Xu Daoqing knew it all.

Jiange Great Sword Cultivator's bottom-of-the-box method is the Xeon Jianbao Rongshen.

Xie Hanyuan is still holding the cards!

"Brother Xu!"

At this time, Xie Hanyuan's decadent consciousness was swept away.

Chen Ping and Xu Daoqing stifled their bodies, and quickly looked at each other.

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold."

"Human Lingshan, it's not the turn of the aliens to be arrogant!"

The two said in unison.

"Don't worry, Chen Daoyou. Although the high-ranking monks of Yuanshi Jiange are stubborn and arrogant, they rarely go back on their promises."

Xu Daoqing quickly added, in order to completely dispel Chen Ping's concerns.

"Chen believes that Fellow Daoist Xie is not the kind of person who promises to keep his word."

Chen Ping nodded.

Previously, Old Xie readily conceded defeat and confessed to Nirvana's spiritual heart, which left a certain good impression on him.

Otherwise, Xu Daoqing would be allowed to boast about the hype, and he would be indifferent.

……

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the formation was opened, a short toddler flew out and went straight to the battlefield.

After fleeing for a hundred miles, Xu Daoqing looked back and saw that Chen Ping was still motionless on the top of the mountain.

"Chen is a puppet master, so he doesn't need to fight in close quarters."

Spreading his hands, Chen Ping flicked several times in the air.

The Qiongqi puppet and the demon puppet suddenly appeared, floating side by side with Xu Daoqing.

"When necessary, I hope Chen Daoyou will use the spirit method to help."

"Nephew Feng's spiritual root magic can also help!"

After exhorting these words, Xu Daoqing raised one hand and separated his fingers towards the golden pagoda.

At the same time, golden light flickered at his fingertips.

Amidst the deep tearing sound, five golden arcs shot out, turning into hundreds of small golden snakes as thick as arms, biting the fierce golden tower with one bite.

Then, a hovering object turned into a golden rope, tightly binding the thing in place.

Xie Hanyuan took this opportunity to breathe, and moved his body horizontally, leaving the area where the spells were intense.

His condition is very bad.

Obviously suffered serious injuries.

"By violating my will, you will have to pay the corresponding price for it!"

Seeing that Han Yuan was rescued, the old man's expression turned cold.

Just as he was about to suppress again, two dark shadows with considerable momentum surrounded him.

The Qiongqi puppet breathed out its own demon fire, while the demon puppet spread a pair of black and white wings.

"A sixth-order puppet?"

The old man of immortal descent did not panic after shrinking his eyes.

Suddenly, the flames on his cuffs flashed, and a high-temperature red flame shot out, directly sinking into the air.

Under the shocking eyes of everyone, the red flame changed again and again, turning into a phantom of a three-hundred-foot-tall crane.

"This spiritual fire is mixed with a law of fire."

Chen Ping showed some seriousness.

Although the phantom of the crane is like a dead object.

But there is an astonishing spiritual power in his body, which is a bit weird and seems to be condensed by pure fire.

"Whoa!"

With a flap of the crane's wings, red light flickered all over his body, and the demon flames of Qiongqi Puppet were swept away and sucked into his body.

Then, the crane shook its head and pecked, and the spells of the demon puppets seemed vulnerable and disappeared.

"It's even worse than the weakest sixth level, it's a shame!"

The strength of the two puppets was tested with one blow, and the elder immortal was even more confident.

The addition of the irregular power of these puppets' spells, to him, are two shields waiting to be beaten.

"burst!"

Suddenly, a cold and low voice came from the ear of the immortal old man.

"Ok?"

Immortal Da Neng was startled subconsciously, his figure collapsed like a bubble.

The self-destruction of the sixth-order puppet cannot be ignored.

After cultivating to his level, it is difficult to recover from physical injuries.

But soon, he realized that he was being teased.

The two puppets directly bypassed him and crashed into the golden pagoda.

"Boom!"

Jian Guang, Jin Suo, and the puppet charged in all directions.

No matter how strong the Golden Pagoda Taoism is, it can't stand it, and the bricks and tiles paved by the vast spiritual power will fall and collapse.

"kill!"

The blue light all over Chen Ping radiated, turning into a blue rainbow and shooting out.

It reached the top of the immortal old man in one fell swoop.

He showed a sneer, and with a movement of his divine sense, his eyes were dark and condensed.

At the same time, a gorgeous red-spotted flying sword also burst out of the air, piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness of the immortal old man.

Feng Tianyu's complexion was pale, and he concentrated on controlling the soul art.

"Friend Daoist Jie, attack his soul!"

Xu Daoqing didn't expect Chen Ping to be so decisive, and immediately flipped his hand, and a purple jade ruyi flew out.

The Tongtian Spirit Treasure of the Non-Phase Array Sect, soothes the soul!
Seeing him swipe with one hand, Zihua became more and more dazzling, instantly enveloping the immortal old man in it.

And Jie Lingzun also understood immediately, and as soon as he urged Fajue, a mass of colorful light flew away, and after a clear cry, a colorful peacock appeared.

Also drilled into the sea of ​​consciousness of alien power.

For a moment, the four masters of the human race jointly used the magic of the soul!

"Bang!"

The immortal old man only felt a sharp pain in his soul, and several magic breaths of the same level poured into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Under his amazement, his soul was innumerable.

It turned into thousands of standing stone pillars of general thickness.

The surface of these soul power stone pillars is exquisitely carved, surrounded by some rune spells.

It looks like an empty stone forest.

"This old ghost's soul defense technique is so special!"

The big human races were startled, and they rushed up abruptly.

"Boom!"

The red-spotted flying sword swept across, and the colorful peacock swayed its tail. In an instant, all the stone pillars that were originally neat and tidy were tilted to this side.

The broken stones rolled down and turned into pure soul power again.

Then, he was wiped out one by one by the soul-absorbing method and the soul-suppressing Ruyi.

But the spirit attacks of several people were also exhausted to the limit.

After half a breath, the separated stone pillars condensed in the middle, and the ghost of the immortal old man appeared perfectly.

"Pfft!"

Immortal Da Neng vomited wildly, and a large cloud of mist was dispirited and scattered.

The aura around him also dropped to [-]% of its original level.

"In a small sea area, there are actually two kinds of treasures and soul techniques?"

The power of the red-spotted flying sword and soul-stirring technique made him unbelievable. The next moment, he stretched out his hand to fish, put the hook back in his bag, and floated on the edge hundreds of miles away, with a gloomy expression on his face.

If those two Nascent Soul boys were also in the realm of transforming gods, they would have fallen directly in all likelihood just now.

"The Land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

The immortal old man took a deep breath, his whole body glaring with silver flashes, and he disappeared without a trace under the eyes of everyone.

"This escape method is not as good as the starry sky technique, but it is only halfway behind!"

Spreading his consciousness, Chen Ping only caught a tyrannical figure, and there was no possibility of tracking it.

Of course, he had no intention of chasing him.

Xie Hanyuan, Xu Daoqing, Feng Tianyu, and the other three who made the move also had exactly the same idea.

Cutting weeds and eradicating roots is based on the premise of ability.

Although everyone was afraid of letting go of an enemy with endless troubles, the four of them together couldn't kill a mid-sixth-order immortal.

Being able to force this person back is already the result of a combination of supernatural powers.

"The fairy wants to force the old man to use the power of the sword, and there must be a big conspiracy."

Xie Hanyuan's eyes shot coldly, and he said in a cold tone: "Junior Sister Shan should have fallen into their hands! Fellow Daoists, who of you can contact Wraith Sky Sparrow?"

"This one……"

Xu Daoqing saw that he seemed to have the intention of uniting with Tianque to rescue the sword spirit root, so he refused bluntly: "Friend Xie, please forgive Wuxiangzhen Zongai for helplessness."

"Fellow Daoist, give me what you promised first."

Chen Ping rode on the puppet and said calmly.

"Take it."

Xie Hanyuan suppressed his anger, waved his sleeves, and shot two balls of light respectively.

Xu Daoqing and Chen Ping took the sweep, all with happy faces.

"I wish Fairy Guizong is safe, and Chen will leave."

Then, without saying a word, Chen Ping turned into a sword light and shot into the bottom of the sea, not giving Xie Hanyuan a chance to stay.

Immortal descendants are not the only ones plotting sword pavilions!
No matter what tempting conditions Xie Hanyuan offered, he would never agree.

In fact, this person also anxiously transmitted the voice and promised many benefits.

For example, the pills with four or five lines, and the seventh-order ore that made his heart skip a beat.

But with Chen Ping's complete disappearance, Xie Hanyuan's expression turned livid.

"Junior Brother Xu, Feng...Junior Brother Feng"

Xie Hanyuan pinned his hopes on the two people who were related to the sect.

"Feel sorry."

Xu Daoqing arched his hands and pulled Feng Tianyu back to Wuxiang Mountain without hesitation.

"Is it okay for the old man to heal your wounds here?"

Xie Hanyuan snorted a few times, not daring to stay alone in the air, and hastily followed the two into the formation.

(End of this chapter)