Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 697 The Millennium Plan, The Soul of the Ghost Mountain
There is more than one treasure thunder technique in the Soul Thunder Palace to suppress luck.

But the immortal thunder method that can break the formation and kill huge is definitely one of the cores.

Chen Ping had no doubts that if he possessed the Thunder Spirit Root or the Thunder Spirit Body, after being imbued to the fifth level, he would be able to touch a trace of the rules of the Thunder attribute.

But now, I am afraid that it will be possible to finish the last layer.

However, the exchange price for the fifth layer of Leifa is only two Tier [-] ores.

The sixth layer suddenly rose to four seventh-order ores.

He wanted to finish it all in one go, which was obviously unrealistic.

What's more, he was close to transforming gods, and he didn't dare to master the power of one more rule.

"Immortal Lightning Method is a great weapon against Thunder Tribulation."

Chen Ping strengthened his trump card little by little.

Then, he used internal vision.

A blue and purple two-color slap sword is shrunk between the internal organs, connecting a meridian.

It is the Taiyi Xuanji Sword, the medium of the Immortal Thunder Method.

The strong quality of this treasure is also one of the main factors for the sudden increase in the power of the Green Tribulation Immortal Thunder.

"Master... the first layer of Tongbao Jue has been successfully created."

Suddenly, a wave of timidity, like a child's consciousness, was conveyed from the Xuanji sword.

"good."

After closing his eyes and feeling it, Chen Ping said with satisfaction.

The spirit of the Xuanji Sword was forcibly interfered by him, and his intelligence was only equivalent to that of a ten-year-old boy of the human race.

To be able to comprehend the Treasure Tongbao Jue within a few years is a unique blessing.

It would take at least a dozen times as much time if he did it himself.

Moreover, the created Tongbao Jue did not reach the level of a treasure.

After the whole set of Xuanji Sword's Tongbao Jue is over, he is ready to kill the donkey.

A ten-year-old's wisdom is still too high.

"Owner……"

At this time, Qi Ling stammered.

"Say."

Chen Ping said flatly.

"I always have a vague feeling that my body is not complete."

Qi Ling summoned up his courage.

Originally, Chen Ping thought it was the sequelae of the intervention of the occult technique, but then Qi Ling's guess made his pupils shrink severely.

"Maybe one or two auxiliary swords are missing!"

A cold light flashed on his face, and a killing intent flashed in Chen Ping's eyes.

Fortunately, he praised Xie Hanyuan as a true gentleman of virtue and righteousness.

Hearing what Qi Ling said, that old fellow might have given him a chance!
As for the reason, he can more or less guess some.

It was nothing more than Xu Wujiu's bad reputation, which made him suffer.

But Xie Hanyuan didn't know that his purpose of creating Lei Bao was to practice the Immortal Lightning Technique and to overcome the divine calamity!
The slightest reduction in the strength of Xuanji Sword will affect the success or failure of the ending!
If Xie Hanyuan took away the two auxiliary swords, the power of this treasure would drop by at least [-]%.

"All the cultivators of the Jiange of the First Yuan Dynasty, you just wait for me to come to drink tea. Without compensation from ten or eight Tongtian Lingbao, this matter will never be resolved!"

After exhaling, Chen Ping suppressed the anger in his heart.

Immediately set off to Yuanshi Jiange to clamor for grievances, which is undoubtedly a dead end.

A Xie Hanyuan can stop him.

But in the Jiange, there is more than one supernatural power.

It can be roughly figured out from the ranking of Jian Bao imprint.

Xie Hanyuan is "four", and Jian Linggen Shan Guanchen is "two".

Then, "One" and "Three" must be the two pavilion masters of Jiange.

He couldn't bear the killing technique performed by the Great Sword Cultivator in the mid-stage of Transformation God.

What's more, once the weapon spirit of the Xeon Sword Treasure survives the Three Tribulations, its supernatural powers will be even more astonishing than that of the ordinary late stage transformation.

The strength of the weapon spirit is closely related to the strength of the magic weapon itself.

If it is the opening treasure of the Three Tribulations, it even surpasses the monks in the early stage of refining the void.

The opportunity for him to ask for Xuanji's auxiliary sword was just a dream for a long time when he first became a god of transformation.

"Thousand-year plan..."

Looking up at the stars in the sky, Chen Ping gradually regained his composure.

Jiange, a behemoth grabbing endless sea resources, must have offended many existences of the same level.

Old Monster Xu, Taiyi Immortal Sect, Immortals who are suspected to be powerful in other sea areas, etc...

There may not be no opportunities to plan around every corner.

Of course, he, who is thousands of miles away from the central sea area, does not know at this moment that Jiange has been in a stalemate with major forces for several years in the Seven Swords City under his command.

Even two sixth-order creatures have fallen.

The Jiange family dominates, and the oppressive Central Sea People can't breathe.

……

a few days later.

Chen Ping, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, was moved in his heart, and took out something from the storage fairy ring.

It is a dry two-foot-old ancient tree.

The wood as a whole is like gold and jade, without a trace of unevenness on the surface, and circles of rich wood-attribute spiritual power are spreading outward.

The sixth-order spiritual plant Taixu Shengui is also the main material of the rare treasure Nine Extremes Umbrella.

Yin Xuanye was able to save his life and the country, thanks to this spiritual plant.

A few years ago, the old devil took him to a secret realm and collected the Taixu Shengui.

Also found were several blood-colored stones.

With his knowledge, he couldn't even tell.

And Jin Zhu didn't respond to those blood stones.

Proof that bloodstones are probably not natural.

Therefore, he stayed around for a while, searching carefully, but there was nothing strange about it.

Eager to repair Leifa, he temporarily put aside the matter and left decisively.

"Comparable to the top Tongtian Lingbao..."

Looking at Taixu Shengui, Chen Ping couldn't help frowning as he recalled the description recorded in the jade slips.

He is no longer the little fake pill he was back then.

One must know that the Taiyi Xuanji Sword made of seventh-grade Thunder Bamboo and ore is not even considered top-notch.

The main material of the Jiuji fairy umbrella is a sixth-order spiritual plant. Although it is rare in the world, its own quality lies here.

For example, the petiole of the Zhenyang sycamore leaf is also a sixth-order thing, and it has lost its boosting effect on the Zhentongtian Lingbao.

Moreover, the four auxiliary materials of the fairy umbrella are nothing more than fifth-order ores.

Ninety-nine percent of the refined ones are the worst Tongtian Lingbao!

"Could it be the unique forging method of this treasure?"

Chen Ping thought to himself with a twinkle in his eyes.

In the process of creating this Nine-pole Immortal Umbrella, it is necessary to overbearingly devour four fifth-order spiritual veins.

But he is not good at refining tools, and it is not easy to draw conclusions.

"The ancient monks also like to brag."

After thinking about it again and again, Chen Ping felt that it was the recorder's boasting.

This subsidy behavior is very common.

Just like the Nine Changes Flame Jue he practiced at the beginning, it is also known as the gatekeeper technique of Tianpin Kung Fu.

In fact, the power is unsatisfactory.

Even so, Chen Ping still decided to take the time to refine the Nine-pole Immortal Umbrella before crossing the catastrophe.

The strange treasure consumes very little spiritual energy.

A treasure with strong defense is also his help against the thunder disaster.

……

"The cooperation period given by Tianque is ten years, and there are still seven months left."

Chen Ping buried his head in pondering, and suddenly, a golden bead was summoned out of his palm.

Ever since he understood the horror of the God Transformation Tribulation, he has uncontrollably come up with a wonderful method.

If feasible, he would never have to go to Winghun Mountain to conspire with Tianque to deal with the Shengwu people.

Even if you start crossing the catastrophe immediately, it's easy.

"Golden Pearl Immortal, outsiders are saying that the junior has no mastery, and is foolish enough to control several rules in the Nascent Soul Realm."

"It's okay for me to put up with these gossips, you are a majestic real fairy and god, and you will surely swell the faces of those who chew on their ears."

After bowing in earnest, Chen Ping couldn't hide his excitement and left the cave.

……

The hurricane soared into the sky, interweaving and whistling.

Above a deserted island, almost instantaneously, a dazzling thunder burst out suddenly.

The rain-like dense purple lightning crashed down.

Aim at a tiger monster in the center.

In this scene, it is obvious that there are creatures that are triggering the catastrophe.

Moreover, the power of Observing Thunder Tribulation should be promoted from the third level to the fourth level.

"Roar!"

Facing the powerful thunder and lightning, the tiger demon opened his mouth and shot a stack of thick black spears into the air.

There is a disgusting taste in this evil spirit.

It was a rare corpse gas!

The identity of the tiger demon is self-evident, a third-order Dzogchen corpse clan.

"puff"

"puff"

The next moment, the black spear defeated the first thunder.

"Come on, San'er."

Outside the island, a purple-robed man clenched his fists slightly, showing a hint of helplessness in his nervousness.

"Boom!"

Lei Jie's impenetrable continuous attack.

Just when the corpse tiger demon was about to fight against the last thunder, the purple-robed man reached out and grabbed it, and put it into the spirit beast bracelet through the spirit pet mark.

Then, an activated photo bead appeared.

At the same time, the purple-robed man disappeared out of thin air.

It seems to have escaped from this space in the blink of an eye.

……

After half a breath.

The space where the purple-robed man was staying had no signs at all, and he reappeared at the same place.

The spirit beast bracelet flashed, and the corpse tiger demon that was just about to pass the final catastrophe also fell again.

However, in just an instant, the lively monster really turned into a corpse.

All the vitality in the body disappeared inexplicably.

"Three..."

Chen Ping shook his head and sighed, with sadness in his eyes.

He seemed to see his end.

On the light curtain released by the photo-recording beads, the scene where the thunder calamity dissipated in an instant was also extremely strange.

The third head was about to cross the catastrophe, but it died for no reason at all!

Chen Ping can basically conclude that his opportunistic idea has completely failed.

……

"Hey, did it come from Jin Zhu, or the obliteration of the rules of heaven and earth?"

Sprinkled with some seasoning, Chen Ping, who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, devoured it hungrily.

With a sad face, he eats the oily meat of San'er Yaohu like chewing wax.

He went around to capture and domesticate the corpses who were about to cross the catastrophe, with only one purpose.

Not long after, in the strongest attack of Transcendence Divine Tribulation, he hid his body and soul together in the golden bead.

Use the power of gold beads to counter the rules.

But obviously, his delusion was in vain.

After the spirit pet of the corpse race was brought into the golden bead by him, the thunder calamity in the sky disappeared without a trace.

However, all the three-headed corpses fell without exception!
Or ended his life in a way that he couldn't see the clue at all.

Therefore, Chen Ping couldn't judge whether it was the rules or Jin Zhu's power.

It is true that the corpse race is an acquired life.

The rules of crossing the catastrophe are slightly different from those of the natural creatures such as the human race, sea race, and monster race.

But Chen Ping didn't dare to interfere with the Thunder Tribulation of the natural creatures.

So as not to be contaminated with unacceptable consequences.

"It's really a situation where I must die, and I won't have too many scruples."

Chen Ping's eyes flickered, and a trace of determination flashed across his face.

If you are destined to die ten times under the catastrophe, you might as well hide in the golden beads and fight for it.

On the contrary, any plan to use golden beads to avoid lightning disasters with a chance of survival will be shelved.

……

this day.

A beam of obscure cyan sword light kept flickering on the sea area.

After more than ten breaths, Chen Ping stopped.

"The territory of the Royal Court of the Sea Clan is really not small."

He looked around and said to himself.

Between Minghun Mountain and Wuxiangzong, there is a vast sea area, which is all owned by the imperial court.

A hundred years ago, this place might have been forbidden to him.

But now I can roam around comfortably.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a sixth-order sea tribe was injured by Bigu Dan, and lost an arm and a gray conch."

"According to the customs of the Sea Clan, the ancestor's corpse should still be kept somewhere."

This is the fundamental reason why Chen Ping suddenly stopped escaping.

Although digging people's ancestral graves sounds extremely shameless, but do we need to talk about benevolence, justice and morality to foreigners?

Therefore, Chen Ping hid into the sea and quietly approached the royal tribe.

……

half a month later.

A beam of sword light shot out of the sea and jumped towards the west.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Chen Ping's expression was slightly gloomy.

He just came out of the sea clan ruins.

Almost half of the masters in the imperial court cleared the monsters in the Northern Territory.

The few remaining people naturally couldn't stop him.

After digging through the ancestral grave, the corpse of the sixth-order sea clan was found.

However, in order to prevent the ancestral corpse from being coveted, the imperial court had already emptied the internal organs, meridians, etc. and destroyed them.

Therefore, strictly speaking, the sixth-order ancestral corpse is just a skin.

Even if it is made into a puppet, it doesn't have much combat power.

"If it is used as a self-exploding Huoleizi, it should be able to cause some troubles for the cultivators at the early stage of transformation."

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping summoned the ancestral corpse, and while flying, deployed the self-explosion technique in the Immortal Zixu Puppet Code.

The precise spellcasting with one mind and two purposes benefits from the strength of the soul.

After he breaks through to become a god, he can even practice Tongbao Jue while on the road.

……

Wraith Mountain.

The dark primitive forests spread all over the sea area.

Inside, the spiritual trees are towering and the leaves are dense.

There are often low roars of beasts sweeping over, giving people a strange feeling of eerie coldness.

Since Tianque broke through, this place has become the base camp of the high-level monster race.

Before, the alliance masters such as the human race, the sea race, and the giant spirits arranged a line of defense on the edge of this mountain range, forcing the skylark not to go deep into the inner sea.

Such a terrifying lair of monsters and beasts, of course, very few foreigners dare to come to collect information.

Along the way, Chen Ping only found a daring human fleet, hunting and killing monsters secretly.

"I'd better be careful."

As soon as the light faded away, Chen Ping appeared outside the Wing Soul Mountain.

I saw him pointing with one hand, and a fourth-order blue demon sheep ran out with high hooves.

With a slap on the puppet's head, he retracted slipperily into the sheep's body.

"Bah!"

Then, the demon sheep used all its limbs and flew low towards the depths.

……

In an area that stretches for an unknown number of miles, there are countless volcanoes of various sizes densely packed.

The steaming heat surged violently, and the flames were astonishing.

A thick cloud of black and red fire settled down, and the pungent sulfur breath soared into the sky.

The dense fire spirit power is condensed and accumulated, and the cultivation environment here is comparable to the level of the fifth-order spirit vein.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as he majors in Fire Art, can benefit from meditating here for many years.

On this day, at the edge of a certain direction in the ashes of the fire.

With a flash of inspiration, a blue light came out, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the volcanic area.

A majestic eight-foot-high demon sheep leaned over to have a bird's-eye view.

"According to my soul search, Xuanma's cave is here."

Inside the sheep's belly, Chen Ping said secretly.

After entering the Wraith Mountain Range, he swiftly slaughtered several fourth-tier monsters.

After searching the soul easily, I learned that Xuanfly's status in Minghun Mountain is second only to Tianque.

Chen Ping, the Wraith Sky Sparrow, naturally has no trust.

On the other hand, Xuanfly is different.

One person and one beast have fought together against powerful enemies many times, and the foundation of cooperation is relatively solid.

"Bah!"

The demon sheep called softly, and stepped into the volcano area cautiously.

……

Two days later.

Somewhere above a cliff.

The Yaoyang puppet swept around, and then his eyes fell on the sea of ​​fog not far in front of him.

The red mist here is completely different from what Chen Ping saw before.

In such a vast sea of ​​fog, it was so lifeless that no sound came from it.

"strangeness."

Yao Yang stared at it for a while, with a look of surprise on his face.

He roughly searched the volcanic area stretching tens of thousands of miles, but he didn't sense the aura of Xuanmafly.

Except for this piece of red mist under the sheep's hooves.

What made him feel awe-inspiring was that there was a faint aura of a magic weapon in this mist!

"There's something wrong with it."

For a moment, Chen Ping became vigilant.

Unlike the Immortal Race and the Ghost Race, the Monster Race rarely uses the magic weapon of the Human Race.

In particular, this astonishingly powerful red mist is likely to be conceived by a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure.

"Bah!"

The Yaoyang puppet was stepping on the dust, and when it was about to turn back, the red mist in front of it stirred up, wrapping itself around the cliff as if it had eyes.

When the ice shield outside the puppet came into contact with the red mist, it shattered without any resistance.

Immediately afterwards, the demon body also melted simultaneously.

A figure about two feet tall popped out from inside.

This person was covered with fish scales, and his breath was cold and gloomy.

"what!"

At this moment, a rough voice like gongs and drums came from the cliff below: "The monster puppets are the sea puppets? Which fellow daoist who is afraid of death is peeping outside!"

"The human race's powerful spiritual consciousness is about ninety thousand feet long, in the early stage of transforming into a god!"

In an instant, the real body thousands of miles away sensed the realm of beings in the red mist, and at the moment he felt certain, the sleeve robe suddenly flicked across the air.

"Hoo chi!"

Sword lights roared wildly in all directions, and white flying swords scattered all over the sky.

After a circle, more than a dozen crystal-clear sword pillars appeared.

Each one is filled with extremely fierce sword energy, shining fiercely, like a lifelike statue of an ancient black dragon.

"go with!"

Chen Ping muttered something, and lightly tapped the sword pillar with one hand.

After spinning a few times, the sword pillar fell down, and white air mixed with the rules of the sword shot out. In the blink of an eye, a passage to the bottom was opened in the red mist.

"what!"

As soon as the pupil technique shot, Chen Ping almost couldn't believe his eyes, and he scanned it several times in an instant before he took a deep breath.

Flat cliff bottom.

There is a barb like a palace beam erected in eight directions.

At this moment, the hooks were covered with blood, and each hung a group of bloody bodies.

Broken feet, broken feathers, broken heads!
What's more, the hooked head came from Xuan Fei!
In the middle position, there is a fiery red ten-foot-wide cauldron, from which red mist continuously emerges, rushing into the surroundings with its teeth and claws.

Inside the cauldron, sitting cross-legged, was an ugly middle-aged monk with white face and big ears, wearing a green Taoist robe.

Seeing Chen Ping's strange appearance, his gaze collided with each other.

"Zhai Tianshou, the human race under the Holy Demon Emperor's Throne in the Central Sea, who is the fellow Taoist?"

The big-eared monk looked at it coldly, before opening his mouth, an arrogant consciousness rushed into Chen Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

Obviously he was very puzzled.

The person who came was obviously at the peak of Yuanying, but the power of the swordsmanship he used was comparable to that of Huashen.

The effective way to verify the real cultivation is nothing more than through the breath of the soul.

"Fellow Daoist's action is shortening his life!"

Chen Ping is not a weak and humiliated character.

The villain moved immediately, and the pure soul power hit him.

"It's impossible for him to kill Xuan Fei."

After probing each other, Chen Ping opened his white fins without any nonsense.

At the same time, the ugly big-eared monk suddenly vomited violently, as if something was coming out of his abdominal cavity.

Then, in his horrified and pale expression, a flaming black fire crow soul burst out of his mouth abruptly.

Windward and sharply twisted.

It actually started to look like a long worm.

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(End of this chapter)