Haoyu Zhenxian

The entire Haoyuhai practice world has now become the back garden of Tongtian Pavilion.

Even if Chen Ping, who is No. 1, is not born for hundreds of years, it will not affect the deterrent power of Tongtian Pavilion.

With Tongtian Island as the center, there is a radius of more than [-] li, except for a few Nascent Soul Sect who are attached to work, no one dares to drive the spirit ship here without permission.

Therefore, there are few people in the infinite blue water.

Only a huge purple shadow cast from high above moved slowly.

Inside Feilei Hall.

Chen Ping closed his eyes and meditated, his eyebrows moved, as if he was feeling something.

This little star-breaking treasure was almost [-]% refined by him.

The flying speed naturally surpassed the sixth-order peak creatures.

But mana consumption is still a problem.

He even ordered Yuetong and Concubine Shu Mu to add some formations to share the consumption, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

After all, such treasures as the Feilei Palace should be mastered by the cultivators.

The mobilization of the lower level is too reluctant.

And there is another key factor.

The weapon spirit of Feilei Palace has long since fallen, and there is no Tongbao Jue left.

Manipulation of this temple is entirely up to him.

"Cultivate another weapon spirit?"

Chen Ping pointed at a jade table, and slowly flew out a palm-sized transparent jade pill from his arms.

The seventh-order spiritual object Nirvana spiritual heart.

This object was obtained in the golden bead in the early years, and it can almost [-]% probability spawn the spirit.

If it is the Tongtian Lingbao, a Nirvana Spiritual Heart is naturally enough.

But according to Concubine Shu Mu, at least three pieces must be prepared for Little Star to create the Boundary Breaking Supreme Treasure.

Therefore, Chen Ping is temporarily unable to cook without rice.

"I won't be brave anymore."

As he said that, he obediently closed Feilei Palace, changed to Jianguang and hurried on his way.

……

Jiange resident, Yuanshi Island.

When Qu Guang rushed to this place, Chen Ping frowned when he saw the scene in front of him.

The once sprawling island has disappeared.

Thousands of fragmented islands are dotted in the sea, which looks like an island chain.

From a distance, it looks like hundreds of strange stone pythons lying on the sea.

Quite shocking.

And the divided Yuanshi Island had neat incisions, fierce and chilling, filled with a sword intent that pierced people's hearts.

It must be Ye Junhao's handwriting to cut a huge island with sword energy.

Not long after Chen Ping started retreating, Yuanshi Jiange encountered a catastrophe.

Ye Junhao, who lost his mind, merged into Yuan Shijian and slaughtered the disciples of a sect.

Only Xu Wujiu protected the sword spirit root female cultivator and returned with injuries.

Since then, Chen Ping has withdrawn his surveillance on Yuanshi Island.

Not long after, the two-way teleportation array constructed between the two sects was destroyed by Ye Junhao.

Whether this person successfully survived the catastrophe is still a mystery.

"Where did he go!"

Chen Ping revealed the color of thinking.

Assuming that the Yuanshi Sword breaks through into a small star breaking the boundary treasure, then Ye Junhao, who is fused with the spirit of the weapon, basically has no room for improvement.

After all, breaking through the Three Tribulations in the Great Thousand Realm is like a fake pill that cuts off the way.

He will definitely go to Yushan to liquidate Jin Fei who murdered him.

But in Jin Fei's memory, there is no scene of meeting Yuan Shijian.

"Could it be that Tian Zong took away the Yuan Shi Sword?"

The pupils shrank slightly, and Chen Ping made some guesses.

This name, which made him dread, was a huge stone in his heart.

Soul fusion is just his unilateral judgment.

He has no idea what kind of means Tian Zong will use.

The so-called backstabbing is hard to guard against.

Right now, he is like an invincible behemoth, but he still has to guard against sneak attacks anytime and anywhere.

"Collect some debts first to strengthen yourself."

Since it was useless to worry too much, Chen Ping suppressed his distracting thoughts and hurriedly left Yuanshi Island.

……

At the same time, in a hidden valley that is hundreds of millions of miles away from Hao Yuhai.

In a secret room whose exit was sealed by layers of black water.

A graceful woman in a blue skirt is sitting cross-legged on a futon that looks like the scorching sun.

The woman's figure didn't move, as if she was in a long-term comprehension.

The jade-like face was shrouded in a faint black mist.

That layer of black mist engulfed everything around it, including the space, and kept sweeping in.

"buzz"

"buzz"

Along the vicinity of her, an indifferent colorless pupil materialized out of thin air.

"The pupil of the rules of the great thousand worlds is also trying to suppress this saint?"

The woman smiled coldly, and after turning her jade hand slightly, a strong devouring force emerged from her palm.

Actually forcefully pulled the pupil into the mouth.

Then, a strange blush appeared on her face.

"call."

After a few breaths, the woman spit out a mouthful of orchid fragrance, but she was safe and sound, without the slightest injury.

Then, she immediately stopped and got up.

"No more promotion, otherwise the rules of the star world will be peeped, and even the main body will suffer."

The saint murmured, showing a hint of vigilance.

Her separation into the lower realm was already beyond the tolerance of the rules.

If he forcibly raises another level of supernatural power, such as devouring the second slough rule, he will immediately be annihilated in ashes.

Even Yang Xianchen's main body is in danger of falling!

She was only ordered by the lower realm to guide the fusion of the two realms, and of course she did not intend to sacrifice herself.

"tick"

The water fell a few times, and the mist gradually condensed into a figure.

It turned out to be Chen Ping's appearance.

The saint swept away expressionlessly, and the joy of having just recovered her strength was gone.

Previously in the Extreme Day Treasure Domain, if it wasn't for Hao Yuhai's environmental advantage, she would have had very little chance of escaping.

Although hundreds of years later, she has made great progress in supernatural powers.

But the other party monopolizes the resources of the Thunder Palace Hall, so it is also impossible to stand still.

At this moment, the Saintess still has little confidence!
But among the native creatures in the Great Thousand Realm, who would dare to fight against the Tongtian Pavilion again?
Pacing back and forth in the secret room a few times, the saint looked hesitant, as if weighing an important choice.

The next moment, her spirit spring tremblingly spat out a blood cocoon-like thing the size of a fist.

The cocoon was suspended in mid-air, and instantly turned into a radius of several feet.

On its surface, a streak of demonic blood flickered one after another, fluctuating in size.

It seems to be giving birth to something weird.

"Wake it up, and you will be able to grasp the majority."

The saintess shrank her pupils vigorously, and said to herself: "But this creature involves a bet, if the Elder Wang loses the fairy crystal and the two small stars that break the boundary..."

In words, she seemed to be quite afraid of Elder Huang.

Thinking of this, I immediately shuddered.

"Without Elder Wang's recommendation, those guys from Lingquan Immortal Palace wouldn't even let me participate in the assessment!"

The saint hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed, swallowing the blood cocoon back into her soul.

The current situation is not hopeless.

To pay such a high price, she was absolutely unwilling in her heart.

"crash"

Immediately afterwards, the saint's body collapsed like a sand table.

It turned into a pitch-black spiritual spring that devoured the secret room and enveloped it to the outside world.

The mountains that stretched for thousands of miles hummed, and the black spring that shot out from the depths quickly spread in all directions.

After a while, the entire mountain range was covered by the black spring.

Circles of black spiritual light that seemed to be contaminated with horror and poison appeared in the sky.

The flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals inside, and everything began to distort and deform.

In the end, the light dimmed, and all the creatures in the mountains turned into ash-like matter.

In the dead and silent area, the saint laughed grinningly.

The main body, the evil woman spring, irrigates Yang Xianchen in a regular manner, how can it devour living beings so freely like today.

Starting from the Yuexian Continent under her feet, at most two or three hundred years, the entire Great Thousand Realm will submit to her coercion.

The saint was encroaching on the surrounding mountains, when a spring wave covered a big tree, she suddenly glanced in response.

"Who is lurking!"

Her eyes flickered, and she shot a giant blade through the air.

Almost at the same time, the space beside the big tree pressed together.

A vague figure emitting silver light appeared there.

Seeing the giant blade with devouring power sweeping towards him, the figure sneered and shook his sleeve.

A purple-spotted glow stood in front of him.

The sound of "rumbling" explosions continued one after another.

The giant blade hit the purple-spotted shield, as if it had hit a copper wall and an iron wall, and one after another scattered into springs and dripped down.

Witnessing this situation, the saint frowned in astonishment.

Those who can take a blow from her [-]% power must be peak creatures.

And the human aura emanating from all around reminded her subconsciously of that person.

Master of Tongtian Pavilion!
The saint was startled, and a thick spring shadow suddenly swept out from behind.

"This old man is a friend rather than an enemy. If the saint insists on fighting, Yan will be happy to accompany her!"

The purple light on the opposite side suddenly shrank, and the figure's figure was immediately clear and abnormal.

It was an old man in a white robe with an elegant demeanor.

"Taishang Pavilion Yan Changsheng!"

Seeing the old man's face, the saint screamed sharply, as if she was quite surprised.

"Why, do you think that Yan's supernatural powers have not decreased but increased instead when it's time for him to sit down?"

Yan Changsheng glanced at the saint, and said calmly.

When breathing, a cyan air mass containing vitality swirls out and lands on the surface of the skin.

Then, the old wrinkled muscle suddenly glowed with fluorescence, engulfing a black dead spot.

"You have mastered the rules of life!"

Seeing this, the saintess raised her eyebrows, but she had no intention of continuing to attack.

After she descended to the realm, she rarely dealt with the Taishang Pavilion.

It was purely because Yan Changsheng didn't have much lifespan, so it wasn't worth the painstaking efforts to kill or befriend him.

But now, she can see through the mystery of this person at a glance.

Yan Changsheng understood the rules of life and greatly extended his lifespan!

But the saint was not unusually horrified.

In the star world, many creatures who are about to sit down will try their best to understand the rules of life.

It's not that you expect to master many supernatural powers.

Instead, he took a fancy to the effect of prolonging life!

Because the rules of life are very special, if there is no one slough or two sloughs, there is no attack power at all.

Yan Changsheng in front of him obviously only grasped the rules initially.

It is very far from the state of a slough.

What surprised her was the other methods of this human race.

The increase has been huge in hundreds of years, and there is a hidden momentum to surpass the immortal Fusu!

"The old man should not die."

Yan Changsheng twisted his beard and laughed.

His recent history is unknown.

At the beginning, when he met Chen Ping in the Lingyuan of Bumeishu, he was defeated and fled.

Under Tian Zong's guidance, he found another living thing.

Then using a seventh-level enlightenment talisman given by his master, he was thrilled to realize the rules of birth before his life energy was exhausted.

"The defense technique performed by Fellow Daoist Yan just now should be a treasure technique of the star world!"

The saint stared closely at Yan Changsheng.

This person was seven thousand years old and had just broken through the Great Perfection of God Transformation.

It stands to reason that there is not much background to rely on.

"There is no need for the saint to think about this."

Yan Changsheng said calmly.

Hearing this, the saint cast her eyes and looked carefully.

Her whereabouts were kept in the dark even to the giants of Pengtian Temple.

How did this Terran find her?

……

"The old man came here this time to invite the saintess to join forces to deal with Chen Ping."

Yan Changsheng clasped his fists and said bluntly.

"You do have the qualifications to cooperate with this saint."

After listening, the saint nodded without hesitation.

The attitude of Tongtian Pavilion to prevent the integration of the Great Thousand Realms has spread throughout the cultivation world.

Most of the peak creatures who fell to her were seeking the breath of the rules.

Presumably Yan Changsheng is no exception!
Since the enemy is the same, it is impossible for the saint to push him out of the door.

"But the old man hopes that the saint can promise me two conditions."

Yan Changsheng changed the subject, and said flatly: "First, delay the time when Lingquan will die."

As soon as the words came out, the face of the saint changed immediately.

But she never expected that the next sentence made her face turn pale.

"Secondly, you are not allowed to take half a step in the million-mile area centered on Nanyi's cultivation world, or you will bear the consequences!"

"This saint is a high-ranking person in the upper realm, why do you give me pointers!"

The saint roared, the spring fluid all over her body carried an unbearable anger, flowing all the way to her fingers.

Her status is noble, even an ordinary seventh-order would not dare to speak to her in such a tone!
In her eyes, submerging the world is more like a game of enjoying the process!

Even if it fails, it's just a doppelganger.

Her body can still stand tall in Yang Xianchen!
Seeing the woman's furious appearance, Yan Changsheng sneered nonchalantly and said, "Just because your spiritual intelligence is not as good as my human race, is that not enough?"

"Arrogant monk, die!"

The saintess was completely enraged, and she grabbed it with both hands.

A fluffy black spring soared into the sky like a river and a sea, and surrounded Yan Changsheng in an airtight manner.

"Hey, little guy doesn't listen to persuasion, you and Chen Ping will end up worrying!"

At this time, an old man's words that seemed to be a smile but not a smile suddenly sounded from Yan Changsheng's body, and at the same time, a powerful and vast breath rushed up.

……

In just a dozen or so breaths, the unruliness on the saint's face was gone.

She couldn't help staring at Yan Changsheng in amazement.

This person actually hides an old monster in the Void Refinement Stage!

"Fellow Daoist is Yue Xianchen's reincarnation power?"

The saint said cautiously.

"Sun Moon Immortal, vulnerable!"

The voice of the old man just now sounded again.

Yan Changsheng already had a respectful look on his face, and he was obedient and silent.

And the saint didn't believe this bragging at all.

The gradually declining Yuexianchen was nothing more than that.

But Yang Xianchen, who is thriving day by day, has two seventh-order late stage suppression!
"Since fellow daoist's background is Tongtian, why not kill Chen Ping directly."

The saint hummed suspiciously.

She even felt that the other party was just a remnant soul.

It's just pretending to be a ghost.

"The old man naturally has a plan."

Tian Zong said quietly, and said again: "I can help you swallow another spiritual spring, but the timing of submerging the Great Thousand Realm must be decided by me!"

Then, this consciousness sent another message to the saint.

It seems to explain the reason in detail.

After pondering for a long while with uncertainty, the saint nodded reluctantly in agreement.

"Fellow Daoist, you need to make some preparations. When I was besieging Chen Pingping in the Extreme Day Treasure Domain, I once met the remnant soul of another Void Refining cultivator asking for help..."

The saint reciprocated her secrets.

"The Supreme Elder of Thunder Palace, did he use the soul fusion technique but failed?"

Tian Zong consciously said a few words to himself.

But this just verified his guess.

That kid must be carrying a coveted treasure!

"Furthermore, his swordsmanship seems to incorporate the rules of death, which can shatter the pupil of the rules with one blow."

The saint showed her jealousy on her face.

"What did you say!"

Hearing these words, Tian Zong's voice trembled and roared out of control, mixed with some shock and panic.

He thought about Chen Ping's supernatural power again, and an uncontrollable palpitation came up.

It took a dozen or so breaths before he stabilized his emotions.

"Leave this child to the old man, you can complete your task."

Then, Tian Zongqiang said calmly.

The soul fusion technique is just a resurrection method commonly used by ordinary seventh-orders!
And he used the means arranged by the power of heaven and earth to make a final decision and prevent future troubles forever, directly depriving that kid of his chance of reincarnation!
"Fifty years later, the killing of living beings will start from Tianyan Continent."

"There is another mystery in the mountain of rules. At that time, the old man will give advice behind his back, and both you and I will benefit a lot."

Following Tian Zong's revelation, the saint's expression became more shocking.

This remnant soul actually knows so many secrets and strange methods.

Could it be that its background is really superior to that of Sun, Moon and Immortal?

On the side, Yan Changsheng remained silent.

Just listen quietly.

Occasionally, a glimmer of light flashed by quickly disappeared.

……

Haoyuhai cultivation world.

In the center of the square on a certain fifth-level island, there is a "juxian building".

This luxurious restaurant with a height of hundreds of feet was opened by the overlord of the island.

Even the servants in the waiter are all based on foundation building.

In the corner of the bustling hall, a man in purple robe really attracted everyone's attention.

Because the jade table in front of him was full of spiritual delicacies.

There was only one person eating a whole table of dishes worth hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones.

The key point is that Jixiu still keeps his eyes closed and does not move his chopsticks, which makes people anxious.

"Hey, I couldn't help looking at it after all, it just affected Dao Xin."

The leisurely and comfortable man in purple robe was not at peace.

This person is naturally the master of Tongtian Pavilion who wants to leave Haoyuhai, the Almighty Chen Ping.

And the content recorded in the jade slip in his hand, even if it is said, people will sneer at it and call it a "lunatic".

The experience of a cultivator who transforms himself into a virtual calamity!
I'm afraid I didn't make it up out of thin air.

"The catastrophe of ninety-nine returning to one, this seat is about to suffer severely!"

Inserting the chopsticks into the rotten meat of the pig demon's nostrils, Chen Ping chewed thoughtfully.

The jade slips he had read carefully just now were the experience of crossing the catastrophe obtained from the second floor of Feilei Hall!
Moreover, it was left behind by more than a dozen virtual refining experts in Lei Gong.

Originally, Chen Ping endured hundreds of years without watching it, because he was afraid that the disaster would be too terrifying and affect his mood.

But after all, he couldn't resist the temptation, and found a restaurant on the spur of the moment to look around.

This time, he couldn't stop laughing.

The transformation of the human race into the gods and crossing the alchemy will trigger three kinds of celestial phenomena.

First, the Five Mysterious Tribulations that gather the power of the five elements.

This kind of catastrophe is the most common.

About [-]% of the cultivators who transform the spirit will face the bombardment of the Five Profound Tribulation.

Second, Qikong kills robbery.

Less than [-]% of the people who attracted this robbery.

Third, the most appalling catastrophe of ninety-nine returning to one!

According to the description of Lei Gong's powerful past dynasties, even in the star world, there are very few monks who have attracted such disasters.

But when it comes to the fall rate, it is somewhat reversed.

One out of ten people who survived the Five Profound Tribulations successfully survived, and the survival rate was the first.

Those who advanced through the Qikong Killing Tribulation were selected one in a hundred, and almost all of them failed.

However, the rumored ninety-nine return to one calamity has a one-twentieth chance of success, which greatly exceeds the seven-empty killing calamity.

This abnormal phenomenon is entirely due to the fact that those who attracted the catastrophe of ninety-nine return to one are all the arrogance of the human race!
Either it is the first junior cultivated by the influence of the big star, or it is the legendary Hedao disciple.

All of them have profound backgrounds, and the resources of crossing the catastrophe are unimaginably rich!

This increases the probability of success.

In fact, the danger of ninety-nine returning to one catastrophe is the existence that makes ordinary gods panic.

"This seat, a self-reliant scattered person, wants to go through ninety-nine and return to one calamity, what is the reason for it!"

Chen Ping gritted his teeth and slapped the table.

That's right, he suddenly found that he had met all the conditions to attract ninety-nine return to one calamity!
First, at the peak of Transformation God, the three rules will change.

Second, master any special rules such as life, death, and devouring.

Third, there is the power of rules in the fusion stage!
It exactly corresponds to his current situation one by one!

If it wasn't for the long-standing existence of Heavenly Tribulation, he even suspected that it was a rule specially made for killing him in the dark.

"The rules of death and the rules of swords in this seat have not been fully integrated, and there may be a possibility of reversal."

Chen Ping had no choice but to bite the bullet and comfort himself.

He didn't have any kind of treasure, so what would he use to survive the ninety-nine return to one calamity?
And the tribulation-crossing experience of the Lei Gong elders was of little help to him.

the reason is simple.

In the history of Lei Palace, there has never been a cultivator who has transformed himself into a god, so there is no record of it!

After careful consideration, Chen Ping felt that he should not be too optimistic.

You must be fully prepared to face ninety-nine return to one calamity!

"Survive this calamity and soar into the sky!"

Chen Ping encouraged himself secretly.

Why do the superpowers in the star world still ask outstanding disciples to try to meet the conditions that trigger the catastrophe when they know the catastrophe is graded?

Because once the bottleneck is broken, the heaven and earth feedback from ninety-nine return to one calamity can increase the comprehension of rule fusion.

Lay an unparalleled solid foundation for Hedao!

Moreover, every Lianxu who has survived the ninety-nine return to one calamity is the best in the same class.

As long as the superpower bets on one, it can continue to prosper for tens of thousands of years!
With regard to his future path, he suddenly had the courage to throw the boat at the bottom of the boat.

"Let's pass the hurdle of Tian Zong first."

Chen Ping took a sip of wine.

He suddenly thought of a ridiculous scene.

If Tian Zong knew that what he was going to meet was ninety-nine return to one calamity, would he jump in anger?

……

After wolfing down a table of dishes, Chen Ping thought about the next itinerary.

The urgent matter at present is to collect the seventh-order ore and exchange it for the second fragment of the coral mark of crossing the sky, so as to continue to increase the condensation degree of the soul.

And he still has the idea of ​​killing the fish and breaking the net.

If Tian Zong is coming in a menacing manner, he will also take out the Bloody True Soul and start the dual cultivation of Dharma and Body.

Twins kill and kalpa, ninety-nine return to one kalpa!
Enough to disgust this person.

Of course, harming oneself at the same time is a last resort.

"It's a pity that there is no news about the Lord of Necromancer and Ge Anlan."

Chen Ping frowned.

The rule of death is that two souls that die together must eradicate one.

Otherwise, there is no way to change the main cultivation method.

After some calculation, he decided to go to Tianyan Continent first.

First of all, the Tianxu old demon from Tianyan Southern Territory blackmailed all the sects, demanding to enshrine a piece of seventh-order ore every 300 years.

If you find this monster, you will definitely gain a lot.

In addition, the grievances of Corpse Heaven Realm, Taishang Pavilion, etc. should also be resolved.

"After Tianyan Continent, go directly to Moon Immortal Continent."

Chen Ping's eyes flickered a few times.

The core of this Great Thousand Realm is the Moon Immortal Continent.

Superpowers such as Pengtian Temple and Yushan are located there.

What's more, Yuanzhengjiao, who owns the last fragment of the Danxian map, is also in the Yuexian cultivation world.

He must go.

……

"Treasurer, check out!"

With a clear goal, Chen Ping got up without any hesitation.

"Fellow Daoist, you have to pay a total of six hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and the odds have been erased."

The treasurer of Jindan bowed his hands politely.

This kind of high-roller often only comes across one in more than ten years.

If he waits to bargain, he has to give in a bit.

"You don't know me?"

Chen Ping stood up straight and said strangely.

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but where is the monk from, Fellow Daoist?"

The shopkeeper of Jindan was slightly taken aback, his face turned vigilant.

This person will not plan to eat free food.

"Look again."

With his hands on his back, Chen Ping said lightly.

The shopkeeper of Jindan was extremely speechless, he glanced at it a few times and still shook his head.

"In the past few hundred years, how have you lived?"

Suddenly, Chen Ping said again.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper of Jindan showed a trace of excitement and cupped his hands in the direction of Tongtian Island, saying: "After the establishment of the holy island, the disaster of the beast horde has disappeared without a trace."

"My human monks go out, and foreigners generally dare not kill them!"

"The head of the Haoyu Hundred Clans is finally the turn of the Human Clan. This is all the blessing of the Holy Island!"

Listening, there was an imperceptible smile on Chen Ping's face.

When the shopkeeper came back to his senses, the purple-robed monk in front of him had already disappeared!

Outside the wooden window, a picture scroll slowly fell.

On top of it was a sword-backed man with starry eyes and sword-brows standing on the top of the mountain, with a line of small words "Lord of Tongtian Pavilion" written on the lower right.

"He...is Chen Lingzun!"

The shopkeeper of Jindan took a look, and immediately knelt down in fear.

"This painting contains secrets from heaven, and you can learn about swordsmanship from it. Finally, thank you fellow daoists for giving me a free meal!"

From a distance, a majestic voice came into my ears.

"The junior kowtows to God!"

The shopkeeper of Jindan couldn't help being overjoyed, knocked nine times in a row, and quietly put the scroll back into his arms.

……

The sea breeze swept wildly.

On a cloudy day, Chen Ping rushed into the Lanxu Sky Moat single-handedly.

He ran back and forth here several times.

A year later, he went back on the road and rushed to Tianyan Continent.

Soon, there was an uproar in the Jingyun cultivation world!
The Zerg race in the Lanxu Sky Moat were almost killed or injured.

Especially the insect emperors of the fifth and sixth ranks were basically dead.

While the high-ranking Jingyun people were guessing, Chen Ping, who had been on the road for half a year, finally returned to Tianyan Continent.

"At the flying speed of this seat, it will take about 19 years to go around the Great Thousand Realm and back."

After guessing, Chen Ping had a good idea.

"Fellow Daoist Ziwei should not have sat down yet."

Then, he chose a direction to escape the light.

……

Great Yijing, Ziwei Xingzong.

There is a flash of inspiration in the mountains, and the prohibition is running endlessly.

When the breeze blew, a purple shadow floated into the top of the mountain as if entering an uninhabited land.

In a secret room in the depths.

An old man in Taoist robes with a fairy style is reading a scripture, occasionally chanting words in his mouth.

Seeing his old friend, Chen Ping suddenly felt teasing, appeared behind him, slapped his shoulder with a palm, and shouted: "Hi!"

"who is it?"

Lingzun Ziwei's body trembled violently, and her expression changed wildly.

After seeing the face of the person who sneaked into the cave, he once again withdrew his spiritual power tremblingly.

"Ziwei sees the Master of Tongtian Pavilion!"

Lingzun Ziwei met each other meticulously.

"Come on, there's no need to be polite between you and me."

Waving his hand, Chen Ping said teasingly: "I have offended so many superpowers along the way, but I haven't got involved with you yet. Fellow Daoist is simply a blessing."

Ziwei Lingzun lived a good life in his childhood.

Not only has he also broken through the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, but there is also another one in the sect who has advanced to the transformation of the gods.

Thinking of the destruction of the Wuxiangzhen Sect, Chen Ping couldn't help feeling extremely emotional.

"It's all thanks to fellow Taoists."

Lingzun Ziwei smiled apologetically.

He had been disregarding his relationship with this person before.

It took a lot of spending resources to get through the top management of Dinghai Palace, and then the orthodoxy was preserved.

But he never thought that Tongtian Pavilion would one day grow into a behemoth that Dinghai Palace could not match!
For the next three days, Ziwei tried her best to entertain Pavilion Master Chen who came from afar.

"Chen Daoyou, did you really kill the Cyan Bull Demon Emperor in Yuexian Continent?"

Lingzun Ziwei asked cautiously.

He, a low-level cultivator who transformed himself into a god, only received rumors.

"When will the Dunshanjia, who harmed your southern region, come to ask for the seventh-order ore?"

Without a direct answer, Chen Ping changed his mind.

"There are still ten years left before the agreed enshrinement date."

Lingzun Ziwei said without thinking.

He had a vague idea of ​​Chen Ping's intentions.

Immediately I feel better.

"This homeland cannot allow a monster to be presumptuous!"

After drinking the wine in the glass, Chen Ping ordered: "The news of my entry into the noble sect must be kept secret."

"Yes!"

Lingzun Ziwei put her posture very low, and responded with her mouth.

In this way, Chen Ping entered Ziwei Xingzong.

Aside from Ziwei herself, even the other Huashen didn't know that there was a peak creature in the sect.

The seventh year of seclusion.

Chen Ping received a letter from Ziwei Lingzun.

A certain ancient tribe in the southern region of the Tianyan Continent was inexplicably destroyed!
This made him quite concerned.

……

Years are like a shuttle.

Three years of spring and autumn are fleeting.

Everything in Ziwei Sect is business as usual.

Except for Ziwei Lingzun who appeared outside the mountain gate early, as if waiting for a distinguished guest.

An hour later, a dark yellow cloud line lit up in the distant sky.

Immediately afterwards, the cloud line changed from thin to thick in a blink of an eye, and the boundless billowing evil wind swept in.

At a glance, the demon waves are like thousands of miles of yellow waves.

The hills and jungles passing by were instantly crushed to the ground!
"Old Ziwei, the 300-year period has come, it's time for you to make an offering!"

In the demon clouds all over the sky, there was an extremely sharp and ear-piercing sound.

"Tianxu Demon Emperor, you are almost gone."

When Yaoyun approached, Ziwei changed her expression of awe, and a playful look shot from her eyes.

Immediately, there was a loud "Zi La".

Large clusters of sword light appeared layer by layer near the demon cloud.

In an instant, a giant sword of a hundred feet was formed and swept across the sky!
Accompanied by the howl of the sword that was tumbling with qi and blood, there was a painful roar of beasts in the demon cloud, and then there was no movement immediately.

"Boom!"

A gray-brown goat with a size of a thousand feet smashed into the mountain.

There was a sound of heaven and earth cracking all around.

The cancerous tumor in the Southern Territory, the fall of the Heavenly Void Demon Emperor!
All this simply made the disciples of Ziwei Xingzong unbelievable.

You know, the Sky Void Demon Emperor is the number one creature in the Southern Region!

Many years ago it was the late stage of the sixth order.

The two patriarchs of the sect were tied together, and they could only surrender.

But this fierce and mighty big demon emperor was easily chopped off by a beam of sword light!
Lingzun Ziwei swallowed wildly, unable to hide her fear.

He can be sure now.

Those rumors about Chen Ping are not exaggerated!
"Buzz!"

Then, the sword light surged down, revealing a benevolent purple-robed male cultivator.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, from the corpse of the Heavenly Void Demon Emperor, a shock of demon power was shot wildly.

"Little Shanjia, leave it to me!"

Chen Ping single-pointed without changing his expression, and a space channel shuttled through.

Directly pull the demon soul that ran thousands of miles back to its original place.

"Human Spirit Venerable, if you dare to kill me today, Master..."

The demon soul was startled and angry, but before he could finish his threatening words, he was smashed into pieces by a flaming palm!

Only a trace of the comatose remnant soul was put into a jade bottle and sealed.

"Is there someone behind?"

Raising his eyebrows a little, Chen Ping soon knew that Dun Shanjia's words were true.

"Buzz!"

A strange force climbed up from Shanjia's corpse, and firmly blocked it around.

"The power of the ancient clan?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and a familiar old man suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, several rows of sword lights slashed like a peacock, breaking the blockage of the strange force.

"Fellow Daoist Ziwei, lead your disciples to retreat to the formation, and prepare for the severance of the Taoism!"

With a sip downward, Chen Ping flew into the sky with his sword in hand.

"He is good at Hao Yuhai and doesn't wait, he insists on coming to harm my little sect."

Ziwei Lingzun was stunned when he heard this.