Haoyu Zhenxian

In the last breath, Lingzun Ziwei was still smiling at the fall of the Sky Demon Emperor, and in the next breath, he received Chen Ping's death warning.

The great emotional changes that came and went made even the cultivator of Huashen suffer unspeakably.

"Act quickly!"

Seeing that Lingzun Ziwei hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter, Chen Ping's eyes turned cold, and his soul power enveloped him and shook him violently.

He suspects that Dunshanjia's master is a different cultivator!
A long time ago, this evil thing beat him right after it was born, and he had no choice but to escape.

After such a long time has passed, the supernatural power of the alien cultivator has definitely surpassed the average peak creature.

Today in the Great Thousand Realm, there are very few creatures that can make Chen Ping afraid, and this beast is among the top three.

If the two fight, the area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles will be affected tragically.

The Ziwei Xingzong is indeed in danger of being destroyed.

Therefore, Chen Ping's reminder is not to intimidate Ziwei.

Instead, he cherishes the friendship of old friends.

"I'm ashamed that I can't help you."

Chen Ping's second warning was like thunder, and Lingzun Ziwei instantly woke up.

Immediately rolled up the sleeve robe, wrapped up the disciples all over the mountains and plains and flew into the sect.

At the same time, the two six-level defensive formations were spared no effort to start operation!
"If something happens to you, don't you still have to bear the name of the catastrophe of this seat?"

His eyebrows darkened, and Chen Ping shook his cuffs.

A group of monster wind mixed with the power of thunder ice roared down.

As soon as the aura dissipated, the gigantic Cyan Bull Demon Emperor appeared.

When Lingzun Ziwei and the others saw this monster, their complexions changed drastically, and their hearts were relieved a lot.

Puppets made with peak creatures, I am afraid that only this one can summon them at will.

……

The huge Ziwei Mountain was high in the sky, and Chen Ping was the only one left holding the sword to levitate.

A vague and powerful aura has faintly appeared on the edge of the spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, the sword thread flickered in Chen Ping's eyes, and he stared at a certain space far away, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a howl unscrupulously rushed out of the clouds.

He didn't show any intention of restraining himself, and the entire Ziwei mountain range was buzzing with the sound of a short word.

Even the monks under the cover of the formation can hear clearly.

"Quick, quick, don't hesitate to run the big formation with all your strength!"

Seeing that the Protecting Sect's large formation showed signs of collapse, Ziwei Lingzun suppressed his fear and gave orders to the surroundings.

"Is it completely fused, otherwise how could her Nascent Soul be so strong!"

With his hands on his back, Chen Ping stood calmly amidst the sound waves of the raging waves.

The god of different cultivators is indeed stronger.

The last time he was able to escape from this evil thing, apart from the help of his Taoist Concubine Shu Mu, Gu Zuiwei's spiritual consciousness was weak, which made the flexibility of fighting skills lag behind him by a large margin, which was also the key factor.

But today, although Gu Zuiwei's soul is not as good as his, it is still comparable to a peak creature.

Obviously it's getting tricky.

However, Chen Ping had no intention of running away.

After making great progress in supernatural powers, he has yet to find a suitable opponent to measure himself against.

And the God of Different Cultivation is a good target.

Then, where Chen Ping was staring at, at a certain point of a ray of light, a silver light suddenly flashed, and a ray of white light appeared strangely.

As soon as this white glow appeared, it began to flicker erratically.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the distance to Ziwei Mountain was shortened.

At this time, a hundred-foot-tall figure loomed in the white light, with its head lowered, as if looking down.

"Look at me?"

Chen Ping frowned inadvertently, and stomped his feet without saying a word.

The afterimage was brought out by the body shaking, and the sword energy suddenly swayed and siphoned on the spot.

A gigantic sword-like giant with a height of thousands of feet gathers and emerges!

The face of this giant is Chen Ping.

As soon as he took a breath, clusters of colorful sword glows shot out from his mouth and nose, and they were so majestic and majestic!
"The idea of ​​Sword Fourteen may refer to the technique of illusion."

Chen Ping's heart flashed with his unintentional actions.

But in front of the enemy, he didn't have time to conceive the details, so he took a condescending glance.

Eye-to-eye contact with the "humble" figure in the white light.

"Boom"

"Boom"

In the silent surroundings, there was suddenly the sound of drumming.

The silver-white tall shadow stepped away from the air waves step by step, and a mysterious illusion emerged from his body.

Three pairs of six blood eyes were inlaid on the skull.

This is the symbol of the ancient alien race!
In addition, this evil thing is like a flawless white jade, built like a hill of muscles, exuding an unknown holiness.

"Different cultivators are good at the power of lightning and space, and the latter is similar to my way of fire, approaching the level of Ersha."

"Gu Zuiwei's soul can be integrated with the body like the Evil Sorcerer, so it is very difficult for the soul technique to work."

Chen Ping's pupils flashed, and he recalled the details of the battle with him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

What he was more worried about was whether the different cultivators would have mastered the second sloughing space technique during this long period of incompatibility.

In this case, only the Yuanyi puppet who sacrificed the bottom of the press box can break it.

……

Hundreds of miles apart, the two peak creatures face each other from a distance.

Although there was no real confrontation, the invisible coercion released by the two has become entangled.

"Zizi"

In all directions, there are piercing sounds of Jin Ge.

The implicated mountain range area seemed to be ravaged by earth dragons, and the powder was scattered, covering most of the sky!
"buzz"

"buzz"

At the same time, two identical regular pupils appeared on the top of Chen Ping and Yi Cultivator.

Slightly rotating, filled with a chilling sound.

The two attracted the suppression of heaven and earth just by their breath!

"Noisy!"

The different cultivator drank indifferently, his scarlet pupils were like two rounds of flaming Yangxianchen.

With a "swish", it moved towards the pupil of the rule.

The next moment, traces of black thunder and lightning poured out, and Yuntong instantly disintegrated and melted.

"Thinking about suppressing this seat all day long, is it annoying?"

With a cold snort, Chen Ping raised his sleeve lightly and casually.

Countless sword qi surged from the cracks in the space, and the waves surged, imagining that a giant palm holding the sky sternly pinched.

"Boom!"

The pupil of the rule was rubbed wantonly by a big hand, and finally turned into an invisible black spot and completely collapsed.

"hiss!"

The senior monks of the Ziwei Star Sect gasped for air, horrified.

The pupil of the rule, representing the power of heaven and earth, was crushed by the two of them.

This is a spectacle that has never been seen in the records!
Because when the ascension channel was intact, most of the mid-sixth-order creatures had flown into the star realm one after another, seeking a more prosperous cultivation environment.

There are very few powerful people who stay in the Great Thousand Realm.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as a peak being.

If it weren't for the suppression of the high-level rules of the Star Realm, which made it impossible for this Great Thousand Realm to break through to the seventh level, the powerhouses who have stayed for many years can even compete against a small star!

……

"buzz"

With the continuous confrontation between Chen Ping and the different cultivators, the second rule pupil appeared again.

"Boom!"

Without hesitation, the two cast spells almost simultaneously to defeat them.

The third...

The fourth...

Starting from the fifth pupil of the rule, the suppression of heaven and earth has become more and more powerful.

No longer vulnerable to a single blow.

Ziwei Lingzun's eyes were confused, and he was basically in a state of numbness.

The rules of the Great Thousand Realm that make ordinary gods awe like immortal gods are just tools for side-to-side competition of supernatural powers for these two guys.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of humor in his heart, which then turned into deep sorrow.

For a moment, he hoped that the Great Thousand Worlds channel would be restored as soon as possible.

Pass away all these creatures who shouldn't be left in the lower realms!

Otherwise, someone like him who had a high status in the middle stage of transformation in ancient times would live like an ant without any sense of security!

……

"If you cut it down again, please forgive me for not being with you!"

After the God of Different Cultivation chopped off the seventh regular pupil, his voice was like a bell.

The suppression of rules makes one layer more prosperous.

In the end, it aroused the hostility of the entire Great Thousand World.

For this reason, she has consumed [-]% of the power of the ancient clan, and she really has no capital to pretend to compete with this person.

"If you can't afford it, you should have said it earlier!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping sneered at the corner of his mouth, and swallowed two pills of six-path pattern in front of the different cultivators.

In an instant, tens of mana consumed by the slashing rules were recovered.

"Chen Daoyou is still as sinister and shameless as ever!"

The six pupils of the different cultivation god pinched fiercely, and a sullen look spread out.

"It turns out that the ancient girl controlled this body. It is really a gratifying thing for the old man to be invincible."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping said in a calm tone.

According to his understanding, the god of alien cultivation has been passed down for more than ten generations.

The long memory is enough to overwhelm Gu Zuiwei's original consciousness.

But it was unexpected that this woman would stand out and take charge of the physical body.

"Am I Gu Zuiwei that important?"

Then, an old word suddenly popped out from the mouth of the different cultivator.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was slightly startled.

It seems he guessed wrong.

Gu Zuiwei's memory has been completely fused with the different cultivators of the past, regardless of each other.

There is no confusion about who is in charge.

Then, the huge sword shadow in the sky looked down, and said leisurely: "You control the Dunshanjia to attract me, what is your intention?"

"If there is not enough to say, this seat will remember the enmity in the secret realm back then!"

After forcing out the ancient aura in Dun Shanjia's soul, Chen Ping knew that all of this was Gu Zuiwei's arrangement.

This woman has known him for a long time.

He is very clear about his habit of loving high-grade ores.

The Dunshanjia is well-known, and his whereabouts are indeed easy to guess when it is harvested every [-] years.

Besides, the god of different cultivators came too fast.

It seems to be hidden around the Dunshanjia.

Too many coincidences are definitely not accidental.

"That's right, if the Dunshanjia can't attract Daoyou Chen, this girl will take the risk and go directly to Tongtian Island to find you."

The different cultivator's mouth opened, and he admitted without hesitation.

At the same time, she tapped lightly on the heart.

A piece of flesh is blurred, and a bunch of colorful things appear inside.

All of them are seventh-order ores, as many as [-] to [-] pieces!

Seeing this, Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness infiltrated into Dunshanjia's corpse, and his expression turned cold.

The big demon who collects ores all the year round only has a few pieces of high-grade ores.

Most of them are on the body of the alien cultivator.

"Chen Daoyou, these ores are the sincerity of this girl, and I invite you to join hands to conquer the mountain of rules!"

The God of Different Cultivators buzzed, and a thick sound transmission entered his ears.

Misty Mountain in Tianyan Continent?

Hearing this, Chen Ping's suspicion flashed away.

Misty Mountain has just closed down.

The time until the next birth is extremely long.

During this period, no one can take half a step, which is exactly the same as the situation in the Extreme Day Treasure Domain.

But since the God of Different Cultivation has spoken, he will not be aimless.

"The memory of the No. 15th generation of different gods has a secret about the mountain of rules, every [-] years, the days of the moon and the star..."

Yixiu God's mouth moved slightly, and a large piece of information was passed on.

"Rule [-] chance!"

Chen Ping was startled inwardly, and the light in his eyes faded away.

However, just when he was fascinated, Gu Zuiwei's voice disappeared.

"For more secrets, this girl will tell you all about it on a certain date decades later."

Yixiu God revealed a mysterious meaning.

She is certain that Chen Ping is a person whose benefits outweigh the sky.

Otherwise, she would not have found this person to cooperate with.

"so……"

Looking up at the blue sky, Chen Ping had a pensive look on his face.

……

"Senior brother, these two great powers don't seem to be ready to fight."

In Ziwei Mountain, a young monk in green robe said with a sigh of relief.

He is the new Huashen of Ziwei Star Sect.

Although it is not clear what Chen Ping and Yi Xiushen were talking about, everything on the surface seemed to be calm.

"Don't relax!"

Lingzun Ziwei reprimanded with a heavy expression.

Who knows the capriciousness of Pavilion Master Chen in Haoyuhai?
One moment you were talking and laughing, and the next moment you can put a sword around your neck.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, I'm curious, is the recent misfortune of the ancient clan in the Great Thousand Realm related to you?"

High in the sky, Chen Ping said with a smile.

He didn't believe that Gu Zuiwei did it.

After all, the god of different cultivators is one of the totems of the ancient clan, where is the belief!
However, a few years ago, the ancients of Tianyan Southern Territory died too strangely.

It was completely destroyed under the eyes of Gu Zuiwei.

Except for this woman who did it herself, he couldn't think of anyone who would have such guts.

"The pure-blooded ancients are all damned!"

Chen Ping's question seemed to offend the god of cultivation, and immediately, a mixed sound of male and female came from embarrassment and anger.

"It's really a fellow daoist killing relatives righteously."

Seeing this, Chen Ping suddenly said.

"Righteousness kills relatives?"

Yixiu God was startled for a moment, then laughed again and again, pointing at Chen Ping with his finger as long as a palace beam, and said: "Do you know why this girl chooses to cooperate with my deeply entangled fellow Daoist Chen?"

"Because you are too good at talking!"

"Ha ha!"

Laughing a few times in conjunction with the different cultivators, Chen Ping suddenly turned cold, and said gloomyly: "Cooperate with me, are you worthy?"

Almost at the same time, Qingtian Jianying opened his mouth wide, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard at the alien cultivator.

There was a loud roar.

The 21 spiritual swords condensed into a night crossbow arrow.

And shot out through the air in a flash.

Suddenly disappeared on the way.

The next moment, not far from the body of the Yixiu God, the space distorted, and the sword, light and crossbow arrows emerged, piercing towards him like lightning.

……

"Brother is wise!"

Inside Ziwei Mountain, the newly promoted Huashen Junior Brother turned pale, and said with lingering fear in his heart.

Brother really hit the spot!
Chen Lingzun went to war against creatures of the same level without warning.

"Hey, supernatural powers are the art of killing Wuji. You Daoyou Chen won this cauldron, and you don't have to worry about the world being big. This is the true cultivation of our generation."

Ziwei Lingzun couldn't help being fascinated.

Capriciousness also requires strong capital.

"Chen Ping, you don't want to get the secret of Misty Mountain again!"

Seeing the other party suddenly turn his face, the eyes of the different cultivators were fierce, and a layer of spatial fluctuations appeared around his body.

"Whoosh!"

The sword array just hit the heart of the different cultivator.

The criss-crossing tyrannical sword glows instantly wiped out the fragments of the surrounding area.

However, Chen Ping, who was far locked away, was not happy.

Because the body of the God of Different Cultivation stood there safe and sound.

And he snorted contemptuously at the spirit sword that happened to pass through his body.

"Her body is no longer in the same space."

"At the end of this temporary spellcasting, even if the rules mastered by this woman have not stepped into the second transformation, they are still a bit stronger than this seat."

Chen Ping frowned, and secretly estimated.

If it were him who resisted, it would be absolutely impossible to copy the methods of the other cultivators.

It proves that there is indeed a gap between the two in terms of the way of space.

"But whether it's the second slough or not, it's hard to tell just by one trial."

As soon as he thought about it, Chen Ping simply danced his sleeves, and large swathes of Yuan flames swept away and filled the surroundings.

The scorching sun suddenly rose.

Layers of black light cracks were burned into nothingness.

The sword formation waiting at the side slashed, and a sword pill covered with sword patterns turned around.

With a loud bang of "Boom", the white shadow of the alien cultivator staggered and fell out.

On her left arm, there was a throbbing flame.

"Crack!"

The different cultivators pinched their pupils, and smoothed their right arm towards the wound.

A mass of black lightning fell out along the palm of his hand.

Quickly swallowed the Yuan Yan like a gangrene.

Within half a breath, the different cultivator finished treating the injury, and glared at Chen Ping fiercely.

"The two rules of this woman are not far from the second slough!"

Chen Ping felt a headache.

It is also fortunate that the rules of the different cultivators have not yet been transformed, otherwise the girl would have to be lured away, dragged to a deserted place and killed with a puppet.

While deliberating, he did not stop casting spells.

Xuanhuang Divine Light penetrated away.

It covered the body of the alien cultivator.

"Soul capture!"

In order to verify the effect of the soul spell after the surge of spirit and soul, Chen Ping made a decision without thinking.

Shenguang suppresses the body, and soul magic captures the soul!
The two mystical techniques were performed together, and the God of Different Cultivation immediately sensed the difficulty.

The blood in the top pupils flickered wildly, rushing down to cover the flesh.

As soon as Xuanhuang Shenguang came into contact with it, there was a lot of smoke, like boiled hot water, and he retreated immediately.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was not surprised either.

The amount of Xuanhuang Qi consumed by the second layer of Xuanhuang Divine Ability is too terrifying!
Therefore, this technique is still on the first floor.

It is only reasonable to use divine light to deal with alien cultivators who surpassed the peak creatures.

But the next scene made Chen Ping couldn't help but feel happy.

After his soul was nourished by the fragments of the crossing coral seal, the soul-absorbing technique actually produced some effects.

I saw Gu Zuiwei's body floating in the air, motionless.

It is clear that the consciousness is controlled by the soul-stirring technique!

"So what about the unity of soul and flesh? As long as there is an independent soul, it cannot escape the scope of the suppression of the soul."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Ping's face flashed fiercely, and several coral figures mercilessly blasted towards him.

And he himself slapped the white fin on his back, and pressed his palm like a claw towards the heart of the alien cultivator.

There are more than 20 seventh-order ores hidden there!
"Greed has overwhelmed your sanity."

At the next moment, the God of Different Cultivators let out a sneering smile, and instantly broke away from the control of the soul-hunting technique, and punched forward with both fists.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous explosion.

Chen Ping's body was torn apart into thousands of pieces.

"Hehe, you are indeed showing weakness to lure me!"

A few hundred feet away, the phantom in space solidified.

This is Chen Ping's real body!

What the different cultivators shattered just now was just an afterimage.

But even if he missed a hit, the God of Different Cultivation was not angry.

As soon as the coral amulet was pressed into it, Chen Ping discovered an unbelievable scene.

In the huge sea of ​​consciousness of the different cultivators, there are actually dozens of completely different consciousnesses!
"Bold Xiaoxiu, die!"

More than a dozen voices uttered a cold sentence at the same time.

Several coral dharma figures are spinning rapidly, and they don't know which one to hit!
At the same time, those consciousnesses greeted with the same initiative.

"Boom!"

The coral phase bursts inch by inch.

But the soul power of Yi Cultivator is only less than [-]% less.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping felt a chill down his spine.

It is worthy of being a unique creature in the star world.

Actually mastered this weird defense method to resist soul spells!
"The prosperity of the Upper Realm is far from being comparable to that of the Great Thousand Realm."

With a secret sigh, Chen Ping urged the white fin to dodge, trying to avoid the punch of the alien cultivator.

But at this moment, the surrounding space is like ice, frozen and unable to move.

A colorful crystal wall appeared several feet above his head at some point.

"The natal supernatural power of the alien cultivator, the dust crystal of the universe."

Chen Ping was already alert to this technique, and with a flick of his wrist, hundreds of black eyes appeared on the crystal wall.

In the blink of an eye at the same time, clusters of space storms swept down impressively.

He hasn't refined the Vientiane Killing Technique recently, so the power still stays a long time ago.

But with the improvement of white fin and fish tail refinement, the power of space that Chen Ping actually controls is far beyond the past.

"squeak"

"squeak"

The two supernatural powers collided, as if the waves of the two oceans swarmed and swallowed each other.

The spiraling storm swept across one place, and the space changed and intertwined like shadows, and it was impossible to distinguish clear coordinates.

Relying on Yan Xiansha's defense, Chen Ping swayed left and right, and kept shuttling against the crystal wall.

But this universe dust crystal followed like a shadow, enveloping him tightly.

And the real body of Yi Xiushen also turned into a vague phantom.

It was impacting Yan Xiansha's body protection precious light.

Every punch mixed with lightning strikes can make Yan Xiansha tremble violently.

Shrunk most of the colorful shield agitated.

Moreover, the mouth of the different cultivation god let out a piercing scream.

Surrounding Chen Ping without leaving half a step, the berserk breath made his mana stagnate crazily.

……

"furious!"

Chen Ping's face darkened, and he slapped his dantian without thinking, and his body was suddenly covered with a layer of primordial flame.

The Green Tribulation Immortal Thunder also shot out.

Then, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the sword formation scattered outside dispersed.

21 sword shadows supported the sword pill, and condescendingly slashed at the back of the different cultivator.

Perhaps feeling the deadly threat, the different cultivator had no choice but to give up attacking Chen Ping, turned around, and a huge space vortex was formed between his arms.

As soon as Jian Yingfang flew into the vicinity of the vortex, he was immediately swept in by the storm ejected from it.

As if out of control, he was pulled into it abruptly.

There was only a roaring sound inside, and the sword energy was gone.

But before the cold snort of the different cultivator could come out, he flashed away as if seeing something terrifying.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the space vortex she condensed shattered little by little.

A dark and icy air overflowed from it.

From the moment this black air appeared, the speed of space collapse skyrocketed.

In an instant, the obstacles ahead were swept away.

But the sword pill tainted with black air was unstoppable, and it fell directly towards the Qiankun dust crystal.

"Oh!"

This time, the indestructible crystal wall collapsed and disappeared.

Chen Ping, who had escaped from the prison, pointed at it from a distance, and Qingjie Xianlei and Yuanyan covered him one after another, covering the flesh of the alien cultivator and swallowing them away.

"what!"

Even though his physical body was tyrannical, under the erosion of all-pervasive energy, the alien cultivator still screamed in pain.

She hastily grabbed at the void.

A black light flashed in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, Yuan Yan and Xian Lei intersected through the air, they were all sucked in by this light, and they gathered into a ball of black thunder and exploded.

"The divine thunder she cultivated actually has a bit of devouring power!"

The sword glow loomed in Chen Ping's eyes.

Pointing at Jianwan, a sword arc stretched a hundred times was dragged into the hands of the giant sword light.

He slashed towards the god of different cultivators.

"Swordsmanship that incorporates the rules of death!"

"Chen Ping, are you really confident enough to survive ninety-nine returns?"

Staring at the black mist and sword light that fell from the sky, the voice of the different cultivator was trembling.

Ninety-nine return to one calamity of the human race is famous!
More than half of the monks with names and surnames are the most powerful people who have survived this calamity.

This monk surnamed Chen is obviously climbing an almost impossible road to heaven.

"Little Heavenly Tribulation, you don't need to worry about me!"

After poking at his sore spot, Chen Ping made a stern look on his face, and the sword pill that merged with the rules forced him to hit the head of the alien cultivator.

The road I choose, even if I kneel, I have to finish it!

At this moment, Chen Ping, who was infected by the sword heart, seemed to have a kind of courage to go forward.

"It's a pity that this girl is not afraid of you."

Facing a sword that could easily kill a peak creature, Yi Xiushen was extremely calm.

Suddenly, her face was blurred, and a strange evil spirit emanated from her six pupils.

Chen Ping shuddered at the sight, like falling into an ice cave.

Then, the girl split her palm, and pulled out a ferocious three-foot skeleton, shaped like a giant blade.

It was completely white, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning.

"The treasure that accompanies the god of different cultivators!"

An extremely dangerous breath came out immediately, Chen Ping suppressed his heartbeat, and personally took the sword pill and dropped it on the skeleton.

"Boom!"

Countless afterimages burst out.

Where the sword pill and the skeleton meet, a bursting light wave immediately formed.

And using this as the starting point, the violent tornado rolled out like crazy.

Even the giant mountain thousands of miles away was turned into nothingness by this blow!
"Pfft!"

At the moment when the sword pellets gradually melted, although the thunder and lightning skeleton was intact, the strength of the recoil caused the alien cultivator to vomit blood.

The look in his eyes quickly dimmed.

"This woman can't exert three or four out of ten of the power of this accompanying treasure!"

Chen Ping saw the crux of the matter at a glance.

I don't know which generation of alien cultivators left this treasure.

Now that Gu Zuiwei held it in his hand, it was as reluctant as he urged Little Xingchen to break the boundary.

"Roar!"

With a flash of thunder, the Yixiu God turned into a white light and disappeared out of thin air.

"If you don't leave the seventh-order ore, do you think you can go?"

Chen Ping looked calm, and the white fin sounded behind his back.

He also disappeared in the white light.

The dead air is devouring the vitality of the alien cultivator.

If he doesn't deal with it in time, even if this woman's space is amazing, he can still track her down.

……

Chen Ping and the different cultivators chased after each other and fought continuously.

Whenever this woman has the stance of getting out completely, Feilei Palace will replace Dianguang.

Chen Ping, who was madly smashing the high dao pattern pill, quickly caught up.

All of a sudden, thunder and sword lights erupted in the space of tens of thousands of miles in the Tianyan Southern Region.

The fighting skills of the two peak creatures destroyed an unknown number of mountains and lakes.

The frequent suppression of the rules has reached a terrifying point.

Even Chen Ping endured hardships, and his pursuit speed couldn't help but slow down a bit.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the different cultivator stopped in a remote place.

She pressed on her heart, and fifteen rays of light of various colors shot towards Chen Ping.

"If the fight continues, the rules of the entire Great Thousand Realm will kill both of us!"

"If the injury is too serious and you miss the moon arch, you will have to wait another 2 years."

Holding the thunder and lightning skeleton, Gu Zuiwei said coldly.

After catching the 15 yuan seventh-order ore, Chen Ping said sadly: "You should have done this a long time ago. If you don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, it won't work here!"

"The remaining half of the ore will be offered later."

The different cultivator said lightly.

"How long will it take to wait, I may not necessarily stay in Tianyan Continent."

Chen Ping was noncommittal.

"Forty years at most."

The god of different cultivators took the words.

"See you at the bottom of the mountain at that time."

Hearing this, Chen Ping nodded.

In just a few sentences, the two turned enemies into friends again and reached a cooperation!

"This girl owes you a few lives, and I will definitely pay them back before ascending."

After speaking, the alien cultivator escaped into the space for a flash, and his breath was completely gone.

Chen Ping breathed out indifferently, Chen Ping didn't believe the woman's words at all.

His hand is always resting on a storage ring.

After hesitating for a while, he still withdrew his consciousness.

In the first battle just now, he was sure that he could defeat the God of Different Cultivators and take the initiative in the intrigue and cooperation.

This achieves the purpose of turning the face at the beginning.

But the Yixiu God is proficient in space art, and it is so difficult to kill him. Even if he uses Yuanyi's body, he can't be sure of it.

Yuan Yi's puppet was his trump card for Tian Zong.

Nature cannot be exposed easily.

"The chance of the second slough on the mountain of rules is more important, but why did she come to me specifically?"

After thinking about it, Chen Ping couldn't see through the mystery for the time being.

But in himself, there must be strengths that other cultivators do not possess.

After a while, he summoned a beam of sword light and quickly returned the same way.

On the way, after confirming that he was not being followed, Chen Ping turned around and escaped into a cave.

It was not until most of the spirit recovered in the golden bead that he cautiously resumed his journey.

……

Ziwei mountain.

Lingzun Ziwei greeted Chen Ping respectfully.

"Hey, this puppet is useless."

Sweeping away the Qingniu puppet protecting the sect, Chen Ping was heartbroken.

Hearing this, Lingzun Ziwei's mouth twitched fiercely.

The quality of this puppet is transcendent, it is clear that it only suffered a skin trauma.

In Pavilion Master Chen's mouth, it turned into an irreparable waste!

"It's even more outrageous than pointing a deer at a horse!"

Ziwei Spirit Venerable was secretly helpless, and secretly handed over a storage ring.

"Two pieces of Tier [-] ore?"

Chen Ping immediately burst into a smile, patted the old man on the shoulder, and promised: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, the day Tongtian Pavilion is here, your sect will be as solid as a rock and no one dares to move it!"

He also plans to build a branch in Tianyan Continent.

Ziwei Lingzun is a good spokesperson.

"Pavilion Master Chen..."

Seemingly hearing Chen Ping's solicitation, Spirit Venerable Ziwei gritted his teeth and knelt down on one knee and left via voice transmission.

"This seat will give you another chance to repent!"

Chen Ping's eyes turned cold, and evil spirit loomed.

This old man doesn't know good from bad, he still has to keep a distance from Tongtian Pavilion.

"Ziwei Xingzong, the mountain has been closed for a hundred years."

Lingzun Ziwei spoke forcefully despite the fear in his heart.

"Old Ziwei."

Staring at the young Huashen under his feet, Chen Ping said quietly: "You are so boring!"

As soon as the words fell, he had already escaped from Lingshan in the flash of sword light.

……

Everyone has aspirations.

Ziwei doesn't want to gamble on the luck of the sect, she just wants to stick to one place.

That being the case, Chen Ping didn't waste his time talking.

After leaving the Southern Territory, he quickened his pace and flew towards the Corpse Heaven Realm.

On the way, when he passed a magnificent human fairy city, Chen Ping, who was spreading his spiritual consciousness and passing by, suddenly stopped.

His eyes swept towards Fangshi.

In the octagonal building in the middle, there are many figures of monks, as if an auction is being held.

And hundreds of feet underground in the auction hall, there is also an exquisite small hall.

Sitting inside are four or five cultivators who transform themselves into gods.

It should be trading high-level items separately.

"How did this little sparrow end up in Tianyan Continent?"

"Hey, I just caught it back to be a companion with Da Hui, who told him to like this one!"

With a low, weird smile, Chen Ping pressed down and entered the market easily through the formation.