Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 731 Get away from the tiger's mouth, dormant plan

The core technique of Taiyi Sect is Taiyi Yan Shenfa.

Before the orthodoxy is lost, only a few core disciples can be passed on.

After this gigantic monster collapsed overnight, the divine technique slowly spread.

Chen Ping's exercise of Tai Yiyan's magic method is to reveal to the old man with colorful gauze that he is one of his own!
The old man next to him was the Taoist avatar exchanged for three pieces of seventh-order ore.

A killer trump card.

And it is a clone that has not been wiped out.

Chen Ping was not sure what would happen if this avatar was released.

But the attack from the saint just now really made him terrified.

The vague judgment should be comparable to or even surpass the supernatural power of Huashen Dzogchen!
Therefore, he could only bite the bullet and release Dao Zi to save his life.

The top of the Crystal Meteor Tower.

"Interesting art of blood."

"Bu Ningmei" glanced at the cloth shoes in Chen Ping's hand, quite surprised.

The divided soul has just descended to the lower realm, and still carries the supernatural powers of the main body.

With one blow, it is easy to severely injure a sixth-order peak creature.

But he never thought that a blood-dao transformation goddess would sacrifice herself to save this person.

But the face of the saint still had a look of indifference.

Although it is now suppressed by the rules of the Great Thousand Realm, it will not be able to replicate the previous attack within a hundred years, but even a mere early stage of transformation into a god cannot escape her palm!

What puzzled her was that the aura of the purple-robed deity disappeared for a brief moment.

Even with the strength of her soul, she couldn't track it.

Appearing again, there was an old man with white beard who closed his eyes beside him.

You know, there are traces to follow in any technique.

"Even my body can't shatter the Tianpeng mark."

Reminiscent of Ta Ling's reminder, the saint became more and more sure that this person possessed a shocking secret.

It was only silent for half a breath.

Several figures surrounded Chen Ping.

On the left are two transformation gods from Yuan Ling's cultivation world.

Shaojiang Lingzun, the patriarch of the Supreme Immortal Sect.

And Qiu Bingtong, the ancestor of the Variety Sect.

On the right are two huge giants.

Zhong Changzong of Pengtian Temple and Dao Yuan.

"Master, he is the little ape's enemy!"

Dao Yuan shouted excitedly.

Zhong Changzong narrowed his eyes, but did not make a sound.

"Return to Jiangyang Xianchen, I can spare your life."

The saint looked down condescendingly, and said lightly.

With the current situation, this Huashen is no different from a live fish waiting to be slaughtered on the knife board.

……

In the deep siege, Chen Ping felt a little panic in his heart.

He kept scanning the old man beside him with an ugly expression.

It's no wonder that the Saintess is confident.

The appearance of the old man looks like a fairy, but the aura of his body is really staying in the early stage of foundation establishment!
Normally, he could kill hundreds of people with just one breath.

"Impossible, how could Jin Zhu keep such a cheap thing?"

Chen Ping's heart was beating violently, and the spirit of the Black Demon Bone Umbrella was also shivering, curling up under his armpit.

"Those who do not surrender will die."

The next moment, the saint's patience flickered, and she waved her jade hand lightly.

Fengming's voice went straight beyond the sky.

Then a monstrous black phoenix hundreds of feet long emerged from it.

Then, the saint frowned.

The Great Thousand Realm is indeed extremely restricted.

Even Quan Ling's natal supernatural powers have been weakened to the bottom.

"Chirp!"

With wings spread out, the monster black phoenix rushed straight to Chen Ping.

"Hey, this woman's supernatural power is far inferior to the previous blow."

Chen Ping's expression lifted, and one of the white fins rolled upside down, flying out of the range covered by the black phoenix.

"The moral crisis has come, Daozi, show your sage quickly!"

At the same time, he shouted like thunder in the old man's ear.

However, this avatar showed no signs of waking up except for its steady breathing.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

The saint sneered, and scratched the void with her five fingers.

The black phoenix followed her movements and swooped down.

"wheeze"

Just when the black light was about to flood the old man's surroundings, a group of surging five-color runes spread out from his Taoist robe.

Purple, green, red, white, blue!

A mysterious halo suddenly emerged.

The light is not too dazzling.

But the huge spiritual pressure that made the living beings breathless made everyone's heart awe-inspiring.

The black phoenix, which contained the power of strange rules, was swallowed up quickly when the five-color halo appeared.

After a little contact, it is directly annihilated, completely reduced to nothing.

The halo released from the Taoist robe seems to be far from resting.

It went up and down and expanded wildly around.

The light became extremely dazzling.

The space with a radius of hundreds of miles was shattered and melted inch by inch under its influence.

Such power, such momentum!
It actually changed the color of the world.

"The rudimentary form of the treasure of breaking the boundary, the treasure of breaking the boundary of the little star!"

While the saint's heart was shocked, a smoldering look flashed across her eyes.

The end of her line of sight is the five-color tulle on the old man!

No matter how strong Tongtian Lingbao is, it is impossible to dissolve her supernatural power without injury.

Zhong Changzong, Dao Yuan and other creatures were also shocked by this astonishing sky-high coercion.

Subconsciously want to stay away from disaster.

But immediately, the mysterious halo, like the ebbing water speeding up a thousand or ten thousand times, was instantly retracted into the colorful veil.

"A clone is wearing such a defensive treasure!"

Chen Ping's eyes turned red, and he firmly restrained his malice.

Take off the old Taoist robe, and then run away with the starry sky technique.

With Lingquan's current strength, there is a high probability that he won't be able to stop him.

It's okay to put the rest of the grievances in the back row!

At the same moment when the greed was filled, there was a sudden rhythmic jump centered on the cloned old man.

Clouds of colorful mist emerged.

And in an instant, it turned into a series of soaring hurricanes that could not be seen from the top.

All the surrounding ten thousand miles of space are illuminated and annexed at once.

And the souls of the creatures under this coercion in the depths were all in turmoil, and their expressions became terrified.

At the same time, the breath of the old man could not stop rising.

Foundation Establishment, Yuan Dan, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying!
In a short moment, he reached the Great Perfection of Transforming God!
"There are six-level peak creatures of this level in the world?"

Zhong Changzong suddenly became cold.

As the supervisory force of the Great Thousand Realm, he has basically dealt with the only remaining sixth-order Dzogchen.

But the opponent was far from being able to bring him such a terrifying suppression.

I seem to be facing a great master of refining virtual reality!
However, the realm of the old man is only at the level of transforming gods.

At this moment, it wasn't just Chen Ping, Dao Yuan and others.

Even the invincible saint was overwhelmed by the aura, making it difficult to move half a step.

In a certain space in mid-air, Yushan Jinfei, who was hiding, could not escape the influence, struggling to resist with blushing ears.

Chen Ping held his breath a little, and put the black magic bone umbrella into the storage ring.

The starry sky technique is activated without hesitation.

"Whoosh!"

White awns flicker.

But he suddenly staggered and fell a hundred miles away.

Instantly his face darkened.

The starry sky technique so close was abruptly interrupted.

At this moment, the old man who was alone on one side slowly opened his eyes.

Several gazes immediately focused on the mysterious old man.

I saw him turning his neck stiffly, his dull eyes flickering around.

It was as if a prisoner who had been imprisoned for endless years suddenly came out of the cage.

Haven't adapted to a world of difference yet!
"Great Thousand Worlds..."

After a breath, the old man's eyes became even more dazed, and he said to himself: "The main body has fallen, why am I still alive?"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand.

A gigantic palm appeared and grabbed Chen Ping's throat tightly.

"Old Ancestor, this junior is the descendant of the Supreme One Immortal Sect!"

Chen Ping's thoughts circled away in a hurry.

Seeing that Mingming and the old man were the first to be targeted at the early stage of transformation, the saint, Zhong Changzong, Jin Fei and others were immediately surprised.

"Heirs from another generation..."

The old man gave a cold sweep.

Chen Ping only felt a chill all over his body, and he had a feeling that his whole body was seen through by him.

This old man is performing a soul search technique on him!

Chen Ping was horrified, the Tai Yi Yan Shen Fa and Yi Hun Tao were operating in the body at the same time.

Mindfulness spreads all over the body.

That weird feeling of being seen through was forcibly cut off.

But in an instant, Chen Ping was sweating coldly.

The situation is heading for the worst.

"The Taiyi Spiritual Root opened by Blood Light True Soul?"

The old man was slightly taken aback, and his indifferent eyes moved away temporarily.

His eyes looked around without a trace of emotion.

Those who were swept away were all terrified!
"Dementor."

Immediately afterwards, the old man uttered two words clearly.

"Boom!"

The next moment, several creatures at the level of gods were all plunged into darkness.

Endless shattered black holes, shrouded in constant entanglement of spirits and souls.

Including Chen Ping, they also lost their self-awareness in an instant.

Then, the old man said lightly indifferently: "Heaven."

"Boom!"

The bodies of all the cultivators trembled in unison.

In their respective seas of consciousness, pieces of cirrus fire, impudent purple thunder, and space cracks were transformed.

There is even a scene where the stars collide!

The two figures fell straight down.

It is Shaojiang Lingzun in the early stage of transformation, and Qiu Bingtong.

The two great gods fell silently in the early stage!

Afterwards, Dao Yuan's expression remained forever terrified.

The huge body collapsed suddenly!

With a snap of the fingers, there were only five saints, Ta Ling, Zhong Changzong, Jin Fei, and Chen Ping left on the field.

The few people with slightly weaker souls have completely disappeared.

However, the few who survived were obviously not feeling well.

All of them were dispirited and seriously injured.

"Oops, this old guy still has the style of Absolute Absolute Death!"

Chen Ping was well aware of the horror of the supernatural powers of the Taiyi Linggen, so he used his soul method with all his strength in fear, and condensed the five or six realms to lift the sky.

"Silence."

Sure enough, another cold word came out from the old man's mouth.

"Crack!"

After a few beeps, several hoods collapsed immediately vulnerable to a single blow.

A tingling force swept over the soul.

At the same time, the surface of the villain seems to have turned into a fragile mirror.

Climb up the densely packed hideous gaps.

No matter how he condenses, it will not help.

"If this continues, I will definitely lose my soul."

There was a stern look in Chen Ping's eyes.

The soul from the corner of the Sea of ​​Consciousness flew over and merged with the main body.

"Crack!"

The split soul that had been cultivated for hundreds of years collapsed.

And the crisis is far from over.

At this time, the entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled upside down.

The fragments of memory frantically recede into the depths of nothingness.

An incomparably long black hole actually formed, devouring his consciousness.

Several others are also in desperate situation.

"As soon as you step out of the realm, you must use the treasure bestowed by your body to save your life!"

The saint's silver teeth were clenched, and her soul had turned into a winding black spring.

Suddenly, as the spring water surged, a drop of distinctive purple-black spiritual liquid floated out.

It exploded with a "bang" and solidified, enveloping a trace of soul.

Zhong Changzong and Jin Fei crushed a small talisman containing powerful soul power one after another.

Barely protecting a piece of remnant soul.

"what!"

With a scream, the Second Tribulation Tower Spirit died.

Looking at the group of ants that were about to fall, the old man waved his hand expressionlessly.

Several huge coral figures like the open sky slowly flew out.

"Hiding in the golden bead is the only way to survive."

At the time of life and death, Chen Ping couldn't care less about exposing his cards.

As soon as his spirit moved, he drilled into the golden bead.

However, his actions came to an abrupt end.

Because several coral dharma figures stopped their tracks in an instant and turned into dust without making a sound.

At the same time, the old man with colorful gauze was staring at his body in astonishment.

"Whoa!"

His arms trembled, like a dry sand table, disappearing with the wind.

Then the legs, the torso.

The irresistible weathering quickly spread to the head.

"The power in the golden bead!"

The familiar scene made Chen Ping tremble with fear.

This is the erosion crushed by the ages.

Even the Boundary Opening Supreme Treasure Pill Immortal Map couldn't resist.

The material of the avatar, the eighth-order spiritual substance Hunyuan Xianyuan, is naturally more difficult to compete.

Chen Ping stared straight at his head, seeing the horror and unwillingness in the old man's heart.

"Taiyi..."

Then, before the head could finish its last words, it was instantly annihilated.

A layer of multicolored light floated down.

It was the Taoist robe worn by the old man!
It was too late to find out why this thing was not implicated, Chen Ping got the moon first, swiped his white fin, and grabbed the five-color fairy clothes with one hand.

He took a quick glance at the storage rings of the Taoist ape corpse and the two Huashen corpses.

Suppressing the thought of picking up, the starry sky technique and the white fin jumped together.

Trample the void, and suddenly there is no trace.

"This kid..."

Jin Fei squinted his eyes, as if he had no intention of recovering his bloody soul at all, he turned into a thread of fire and fled in the opposite direction.

……

For a time, only "Bu Ningmei" and Zhong Changzong remained among the creatures within a thousand miles.

No one mentioned the pursuit.

The souls of the two were seriously injured.

Besides, the scene where the old man showed his power just now is still vivid in his memory.

The heels and feet of the early stage of the transformation of the gods are very strange.

If the same hole card is played again, even the saint will end her mission in embarrassment.

"Within three years, find out the cultivation information of this son."

The saint said in a dignified tone.

"Yes!"

Zhong Changzong nodded.

After seeing the old man's astonishing supernatural powers, he felt a little strange in his heart.

If he hadn't crushed a soul defense talisman handed down by Yue Xianchen, he would have been instantly killed by this person.

"It's as long as a thousand years, and as short as [-] years. When I pass through the weak period, even if the old man reappears, don't be afraid!"

The saint seemed to penetrate Zhong Changzong's heart, and said lightly.

She reckoned that the strength of the old man was probably equivalent to the top-level Huashen Dzogchen on Yangxianchen.

Still within a manageable range.

"Please ask the saint to move to the Tianpeng Hall, so that the younger generation can enjoy the friendship of the landlord."

Zhong Changzong said respectfully.

But the saint ignored it.

Instead, he frowned and looked at his body.

"Bu Ningmei in the Fancang sea area... Guanfa Xuannv's Bianfeng Gong..."

Digesting the original owner's memory, the saint's eyes froze.

This physical body is actually the concubine of the purple-robed god-turning concubine!
With a disgusted expression on her face, she erased the memory of the frequent battles between the two, the saintess closed her legs tightly, and her heart grew colder and colder.

Seeing that the woman was motionless, Zhong Changzong waved his sleeve robe and carefully swept away the nearby corpses.

Dao Yuan is a slave, it doesn't matter if he dies.

But the fall of Ta Ling made Zhong Changzong ecstatic.

Otherwise, I would have to explain it to the old guys in the palace.

"This seat is now looking forward to your refinement of Blood Light True Soul."

Silently sweeping in the direction of Chen Ping Dunfei, Zhong Changzong sneered secretly.

……

Quaternary Chongtian.

A beam of sword light fled crazily, even if the meteorite blocked the way, it passed by unceremoniously.

After using the starry sky technique three times in a row, Chen Ping had already left Yuan Ling's practice world.

He has always been very cautious in fleeing.

Sensing the lack of mana in his body, he crushed a batch of top-quality spirit stones without thinking, and replaced them with sword energy to fly.

It went on like this for a day and a night.

Even after Chen Ping escaped to nowhere, he looked for a direction, no longer hesitated and descended through the air, shooting into a strange desert island.

In the cave, he flicked with both hands.

A group of innate ice and fire burned and covered all directions.

Several sixth-order puppets also plunged into the ground to guard them heavily.

After completing the protection, he sneaked into Jinzhu without saying a word.

On the land of emeralds, the weak and shapeless spirits closed their eyes and recuperated.

"In the beginning, the soul is captured, the sky is in the beginning, and the death in the beginning!"

Recalling the three most powerful soul arts of the old man's avatar, Chen Ping still has lingering fears.

The natal supernatural power of the Taiyi Linggen that is normally activated with the real soul is really terrifying.

It has brought the Soul Dao to the extreme!

If it weren't for the realm of Daozi's avatar not breaking through Lianxu.

A soul-absorbing spell can drive him into a lost place forever.

Compared with his tampered spiritual root and supernatural powers, he didn't think it was a bit tasteless.

However, the most powerful Taichu Xuanhuang has not yet cultivated, and everything is still unknown.

"That witch spring has lived for at least tens of thousands of years, and it doesn't know the true face of Taiyi Daoist. It's really strange."

Chen Ping was puzzled.

Perhaps the Daozi and Lingquan of this generation are not creatures of the same period.

……

After a stick of incense.

The spirit recovered to its full strength, and Chen Ping returned to the outside world.

With a flash of thought, he picked up a five-color tulle.

This thing is as light as a feather, and you can't feel the slightest weight.

However, such a Taoist robe easily melted away the attacks of the saintess.

"Little Star Boundary-Breaking Supreme Treasure."

Chen Ping couldn't help shrinking his pupils as he murmured what the saint said at that time.

The five-color Taoist robe is definitely not a real treasure of the opening.

Then, between Tongtian Lingbao and Kaijie Zhibao, there is definitely a gap of some magic weapons.

"rise!"

Chen Ping condensed all his mana and pointed at the colorful gauze.

Then something happened that surprised him.

He only felt that the mana in his body was poured into this treasure uncontrollably, and most of it was absorbed at once.

But the colorful gauze still didn't respond.

"Without the weapon spirit, it seems that at least in the mid-stage of transformation, it can be barely stimulated."

Frowning, Chen Ping reluctantly took the Taoist robe back to the storage ring.

He thought of the weathered Hunyuan fairy lotus root again.

That is the eighth-order material!
When distressed, the pain of internal injuries is magnified countless times.

His body was severely injured by the saint's blow earlier, and he almost returned to reincarnation.

"Bai Su..."

In Chen Ping's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly floated a woman who fell towards him and merged into his body.

He couldn't help feeling ashamed.

The joy of getting the treasure dilutes other emotions.

But it was precisely because of such empathy that he felt deeply puzzled and abrupt.

There was only one fish-and-water relationship between him and Bai Su.

The other party actually sacrificed his life to save him.

He couldn't imagine what kind of obsession Bai Su had at that time.

……

Sit up cross-legged.

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, and the Black Demon Bone Umbrella flew out.

It spins obliquely.

The surrounding black air quickly transformed into a slim young girl.

"Pavilion Master, Master is still alive!"

Qi Ling hurriedly spoke the first sentence.

In fact, Chen Ping knew it without the reminder.

Bai Su didn't completely fall away.

Otherwise, Qi Ling, who signed the contract with her, should also be seriously injured at this time.

After accepting a consciousness from the Umbrella Spirit, Chen Ping sighed sadly.

Gorefiend substitute death.

The precious blood method practiced by the first master of Umbrella Spirit.

This technique is generally for avatars to practice.

In times of crisis, protect the body from robbery.

The process of practicing surrogate death technique is extremely painful.

It is necessary to draw the qi and blood of thousands of living beings into the body, and reshape the meridians over and over again.

Under the suggestion of Umbrella Spirit, Bai Su had planned to find a clone transfer technique.

But the world is impermanent, this technique was finally consumed by Chen Ping.

……

According to the method taught by the umbrella spirit, Chen Ping's consciousness covered the whole body.

After half an hour.

He forced a red and cold teardrop-shaped thing from between his fingers.

His spiritual sense swept in, but Chen Ping didn't notice any aura of Bai Su.

But this teardrop is anything but dead.

The non-stop violent twisting seemed to be experiencing great pain.

"The host will suffer boundless pain all the time until he recovers from performing the surrogate death technique, which is dozens of times more painful than the shattered dantian!"

Umbrella Spirit said in a low voice.

"This seat is not worth your sacrifice."

Facing the teardrops, Chen Ping was speechless for a moment.

"The world of Bai Su is very monotonous."

"In her eyes, there is only the difference between being able to kill and not being able to kill."

"And the pavilion master is among the latter."

Umbrella Spirit said slowly.

This is the answer she pondered all day and night.

"How to save!"

Chen Ping stared at Umbrella Spirit faintly.

"The first step in reversing the art of death is to take the energy of life."

Umbrella Spirit said without hesitation: "The master of the pavilion must collect the blood of at least 300 million monks."

"Can other races?"

Chen Ping asked with a dark face.

"The same race is the most suitable, if you are not a human race, you will get ten times the amount!"

Nodding, Umbrella Spirit replied.

"Ten times is ten times."

Chen Ping's expression softened a little.

"The second step is to smelt a mid-stage cultivator who also masters the rules of blood, laying the foundation for the remodeling of the physical body."

Umbrella Spirit continued.

"In this way, Bai Su can be reborn?"

"No, there is only a [-]% certainty."

"Twenty percent!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping squeezed his eyes hard.

With such a large price, the probability of getting it back is a mere [-]%.

It is conceivable that Bai Su was ready to fall during the short time when he performed the spell.

"The demon fox in Qingqiu Mountain in Tianyan Continent is proficient in healing supernatural powers, and the fox demon clan enshrines a treasure that contains a trace of the rules of life."

"If the master snatches it, the success rate can be greatly improved."

Shan Ling rolled her eyes and sighed: "The blood beads transformed by Bai Su can only last for a hundred years, and there is not much time left for the pavilion master."

"Is it."

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth sneered, and the dementor seal rolled fiercely.

"what!"

Qi Ling immediately screamed and tossed and turned in mid-air.

……

After tormenting for half a day, Qi Ling knelt down on the umbrella with a timid face.

And Chen Ping looked at her with a look of guilt.

This artifact is full of lies.

According to it, extracting the spirituality of the Black Demon Bone Umbrella can greatly prolong the lifespan of Baisu.

It's just that Qi Ling felt sorry for the main body and chose to hide this matter.

"She died, and you went down to be buried with her."

Flicking blood and teardrops into the black umbrella, Chen Ping's figure quickly melted into the depths of the cave.

"Wait for me to break through the middle stage of transformation!"

An indifferent order echoed in his ears, and Qi Ling couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Even if all the spirituality of the Black Demon Bone Umbrella is discarded, it will be delayed for at most three or four hundred years.

In such a short period of time, unless the pavilion master continues to refine the high dao grain pills that are extinct in the great thousand worlds.

Otherwise, it is impossible to go any further in cultivation.

……

A secret room.

Chen Ping stared at the scene in mid-air in a daze.

What is shown is the map of Tianyan Continent and Haoyu Sea.

With a flash of thought, several coordinates were printed out.

Taishang Pavilion, Pengtian Palace, Ghost Palace, Immortal Clan, Taiyi Immortal Sect, Yuanshi Jiange...

Before he knew it, the superpowers he had turned against were densely packed and connected together.

Surround him and suffocate him.

"It's even worse to offend Yang Xianchen Saintess this time."

Chen Ping muttered nonchalantly.

In short, in the past few hundred years, no matter what, it should not be easily exposed.

After breaking through the middle stage of transforming gods and taking charge of Cangxuyin and Wucaixiansha, he can handle it with ease.

With a thought, the soul came to the Jinzhu space.

After exchanging Daozi's avatar, he was pleasantly surprised by the accompanying treasures that appeared underground.

A double-leaf fishtail in the shape of a demon butterfly's wings!

Elegant and light, a strong force of space spread out in a gurgle.

"Will the outside world suspect that I killed a kun fish?"

Laughing a few times, Chen Ping took the tail of the kun fish out of the golden bead.

His feelings had always been indifferent.

The tragic death of the concubine did not cause any disturbance.

But for Jinzhu, it is the deepest love.

"It would be nice if a female weapon spirit could be born in the future."

With a smile on his lips, Chen Ping sat down cross-legged and began to recuperate from his injuries.

……

Daqianjie.

In a dark crack thousands of miles deep.

Miasma filled the air.

Only two human monks could be vaguely seen standing side by side in the depths.

"Jin Laodao, are you jumping in a hurry at the Taishang Pavilion?"

A thin figure said teasingly.

"They still dare to question my success in Jade Mountain! Moreover, this old man never promised to bring back the bloody true soul."

The other figure hummed lightly and said.

"That Fellow Daoist Chen has already opened the Taiyi Spiritual Root, and his persistence in blood is probably considering the dual cultivation of Dharma and Body. Otherwise, you and I wouldn't have changed our minds halfway and put the Taishang Pavilion together."

With that said, the thin monk turned around.

It was Zhong Changzong, one of the giants of Pengtian Temple!
The monks around him are even more incredible.

Yushan Jinfei!

You must know that Pengtian Temple and Yushan had disagreements thousands of years ago.

Both sides have lost a lot of power.

The two of them were able to talk here calmly.

"Chen Daoyou's matter is very far-reaching, so there is no need to make unnecessary guesses."

Jin Fei said with a blank face: "It's you, you can't even detect the betrayal of the talisman's weapon spirit, and the old man doubts your ability very much!"

"The Crystal Meteor Pagoda is the inheritance treasure of the Pengtian Temple. It has absorbed the memory of the older generation of spirits. How could it be devoted to this seat wholeheartedly?"

"Fortunately, Qi Ling was accidentally eradicated this time, so you and I don't have to act all the time."

Zhong Changzong shook his head not thinking it was strange, and said: "It's no different than Yushan, the human race in the upper echelon has the upper hand. Those alien giants in Pengtian Temple all have ulterior motives, and every step I take is like walking on thin ice."

Hearing this, Jin Fei's expression softened and showed understanding.

"It's said that I have practiced in Pengtian Temple for five thousand years, but I overcame obstacles and became a giant."

"If there is no reply from the letter, do you think that your original status will still count when this seat dominates the Pengtian Palace?"

Zhong Changzong clapped his hands, and said with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)