Haoyu Zhenxian

The shadows in the ground stretched their teeth and claws, as if they were dragging someone into the abyss.

Turning around abruptly, Chen Ping's face suddenly changed.

This phantom is all too familiar.

The logo of the rule of death!

He had seen it with his own eyes when he was fighting with Ge Anlan and the Lord of Necromancer.

Contrary to the internal state of other rule imprints.

The transformation imprint of the rule of death can be revealed, and assists in the execution of the death technique.

But this imprint of rules, which looks like a living creature, gives people a kind of substantive deterrence that frightens people.

"Demon Race? Or other races that I don't know?"

Staring at the phantom behind him, Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

Today, he has a deeper understanding of rule imprinting.

These things that can represent the rules, whether they are creatures or magic weapons, are all things that have achieved against the sky in a certain rule.

Chen Ping didn't know how many times to start.

But it is estimated that it is at least five or six molting.

Otherwise, how can it represent a series of rules of the outside world?
Moreover, once it becomes the imprint of a certain rule, it will definitely gain unimaginable benefits.

"In the future, this seat must not manifest the imprint of rules."

Chen Ping warned himself sternly.

These rule imprints are like bright lights, attracting the coveted eyes of the powerful from all over the world.

It doesn't fit his original intention of low-key cultivation.

Don't look at him now calling the wind and calling the rain, rampant and arrogant.

That's because no one in Daqianjie could pose a fatal threat to him except Tianzong.

People don't waste youth with arrogance.

As a 2000-year-old youthful deity, Chen Ping felt that he didn't need to deliberately show his old age.

……

"This time the rules of death have also consumed a lot of resources."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ping brought the Xuantian Book of Death and the fragments of the Pill Immortal Picture back to his side.

Naturally, all the immortal crystals containing the power of death were used up.

Moreover, the cost of besieging and beating the Lord of Lingyuan to death with a puppet formation is also very exaggerated.

First of all, several blockade formations swallowed hundreds of top-quality spirit stones.

Then, except for a few puppets such as the Cyan Bull Demon Emperor, the rest of the puppets were almost scrapped.

Restoration requires the addition of various precious materials, and it will cost money after calculation.

Therefore, Chen Ping simply gave up on restoration.

With a spray of primordial flame, the short limbs of dozens of puppets were melted and turned into the most primitive material liquid.

"How should the Shenba clan be built?"

Chen Ping thumped his forehead with a look of distress on his face.

There is no record in the Immortal Puppet Code about the refining process of the puppets of the Shenba clan.

Relying on his own groping, the possibility of falling into the small realm is close to half.

After hesitating again and again, Chen Ping put off trying.

……

Walking out of the cave, he faced the scorching Yang Xianchen and took a deep breath.

Now the rules of death and fire have both sloughed off, and there is an imitation of the Xuantian Book of Death that bears the spirit of death.

The three conditions for transferring to the Mysterious Death Technique have all been met!

"Even if this seat is assisted by high dao pattern pills and spirit stones, it will take a hundred years to recover to the state of the late stage of transformation."

"The period does not include the time to comprehend the exercises."

Chen Ping thought about it quickly.

If you retreat for 200 years at a time, you will definitely miss the agreement with the different cultivators.

Moreover, the Saintess has already begun to flood the Great Thousand Realm.

His schedule is tight.

Chen Ping couldn't give up the opportunity of the second transformation of the mountain of rules.

Not that you have to get it yourself.

But never let the hostile forces succeed!
Isn't the strengthening of the enemy the same as weakening his supernatural power in disguise?
"It's better to take out the second fragment of crossing the sky coral seal first, to further condense the soul."

Chen Ping made a reasonable decision.

After exchanging 15 yuan of seventh-order ore from Yixiu God, he quickly gathered the amount needed for the exchange.

……

"The purity of my soul is no longer what it used to be, and it shouldn't take decades to bear the residual energy in a treasure fragment."

In the golden bead space, Chen Ping touched a golden ground cover with his palm.

When he took out the first fragment of the coral seal of crossing the sky, he was in a coma for more than 40 years.

"If you really miss the mountain of rules, that's God's will."

"The strength of the soul is the capital against Tianzong, more important than anything else."

Chen Ping thought calmly.

He has another expectation.

After taking the treasure fragments in the ground cover, what will be the bonus items buried in the ground?
According to the past rules, it should be related to the rules of the Soul Dao.

"If it is the treasure of the second slough of the soul path..."

Chen Ping didn't dare to think deeply, he smiled idiotically, and turned a few somersaults in the Jinzhu space.

In the end, he brought 25 strands of seventh-order ore essence to the ground cover.

After a few breaths, Chen Ping in the outside world turned into a colorful wax figure just like last time.

……

Gradually, his surroundings began to be covered with dust.

The silver sand in the hourglass of time falls drop by drop.

"13 years!"

One day, the stiff figure moved its shoulders and suddenly opened its eyes.

Then, before he had time to check the state of the soul, he returned to the Jinzhu space without saying a word.

The ground cover that originally imprisoned the fragments of the coral print has long since disappeared.

The object on the ground immediately made Chen Ping's pupils widen, and he stood there in disbelief for a long time.

"Gold...beads?"

Chen Ping's eyelids continued to twitch wildly.

With a trembling palm, he stroked up and brought a golden object back to the outside world.

Looking at the golden bead in his hand, he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

From the shape point of view, except that there is no lightning package around the body, this object is the same as the one in the dantian.

Like an imitation.

"Could it be that this is also a treasure?"

Chen Ping suppressed his doubts, and tentatively injected a mana into it.

However, it disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

After frowning, he took out two ores from the storage ring.

They are the sixth and seventh ranks respectively.

Unfortunately, the golden bead still didn't respond.

Turning his eyes, Chen Ping grabbed a handful of high-level spirit grass and aimed at it.

The result is still the same.

"Do you want a living thing?"

Touching his chin, Chen Ping stunned the sleeping Lei Jiao.

Then he threw it vigorously towards the golden bead.

"Boom!"

Lei Jiao's head seemed to hit an iron wall, and it was extremely twisted and limp.

After thinking about it, Chen Ping turned his palm and called out a green fan.

This is a psychic tool commonly used by Jindan monks.

Then, a scene that made Chen Ping's breath stagnate appeared.

As soon as the green treasure fan touched the golden bead, it melted at an astonishing speed and quickly merged into it.

In just one breath, the psychic artifact disappeared out of thin air.

It was obviously swallowed by the golden bead!
"This golden bead needs a magic weapon to be sacrificed?"

Chen Ping was startled, but then, there was no scene where the soul was pulled into the inner space.

After changing his expression several times, he summoned a lower level Taoist weapon.

Tried in the same way, but there was no response at all.

It can be seen from this that the devoured objects accepted by this golden bead must at least be psychic artifacts.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Ping threw away a spirit treasure.

"Zizi!"

The next moment, the Lingbao dissolved and merged into the golden bead.

"The main body is a little heavier."

Weighing the golden bead, Chen Ping kept an eye on the change of the object.

After absorbing the two magic weapons, the object changed from its initial lightness to a weight of ten catties.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ping decisively took out a needle-shaped Tongtian Lingbao.

Sure enough, Faba was immediately swallowed by the beads again.

This time, the weight of Jin Zhu suddenly increased.

Come to about a thousand catties.

And Chen Ping also sensed a certain change.

The area of ​​hundreds of feet centered on this bead has vaguely formed a realm similar to the supernatural power of the Danyu.

Everything close to the realm, whether dead or alive, is oppressed by a force of gravity!

Weak reptiles, ants and ordinary rocks were all torn to pieces.

"Why is this seat not suppressed?"

Chen Ping couldn't help frowning.

After thinking for a moment, he felt that there was a possibility.

Just like the Taiyi Xuanji Sword has one master and four assistants, this second golden bead is a part of the real golden bead.

Now that he has refined the main body a little bit, he may have been exempted from negative effects.

"If there are enough magic weapons to sacrifice, wouldn't this seat carry a gravity field anytime and anywhere when fighting?"

His eyes lit up, and Chen Ping couldn't wait to untie the storage ring.

Lots of magic weapons flew out.

So far in the cultivation world, he has accumulated more magic weapons than the sum of several superpowers.

……

An hour later.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Chen Ping woke up suddenly.

At this time, the meridians of the right hand holding Jinzhu were already protruding, the blood was stagnant, and there was a sign that it was about to burst.

The physical body can't take it anymore!

This is enough to make people's liver and gallbladder tear.

With the pure power mastered by physical training at the early stage of transformation, it is not difficult to lift the puppet of the Cyan Bull Demon Emperor with bare hands.

It can be seen how terrifying the weight of this thing has become after swallowing a large number of magic weapons!
At least equivalent to a huge meteorite with a radius of thousands of miles!

The pain transmitted by the arm became stronger and stronger. Chen Ping bit his lip and mobilized a force of space to cover it, which relieved a little bit.

"The gravity field currently released by this bead will not weaken the creatures at the peak of the god transformation."

Chen Ping muttered to himself with twinkling eyes.

As of now, he has as many as thousands of magic weapons of all levels for the beads to swallow!
Except for the sword array and a few functional treasures that reach the sky, Chen Ping has no suitable sacrifices in his hands.

Once more than half of the accumulated magical resources were lost, 26 pieces of Tongtian Lingbao alone disappeared!
Chen Ping, who suddenly woke up, felt distressed.

Slowly, he moved his gaze to his body.

If a few pieces of small star-breaking treasures were thrown away, the power of this bead would increase exponentially.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Chen Ping cut off this ridiculous idea with an ugly face.

Every little star-breaking treasure in his hand is of great use.

Never pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelon.

"According to what I know, there are still a few small star-breaking treasures in the hands of other forces!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Chen Ping's expression gradually turned cold.

He even began to regret the promise he made to Concubine Shu Mu.

The spring spirit is immortal, without so many home-breaking cultivations, how can the power of the newly acquired treasure increase so quickly?
Jin Zhu clearly pushed him into the abyss opposite to Da Shanren.

High-level ore, high-level magic weapon, massive demand!
As a result, he was forced to do a magic repair.

He paced back and forth with hesitation on his face, finally, Chen Ping felt that he could no longer be dominated by Jin Zhu.

"This seat has always been as good as it is, and it will not be too late to change it after arriving in the star realm."

Pinching his wrist, the indifference on his face slowly disappeared.

……

"From now on, you will be called the Profound Artifact Lingzhu!"

Chen Ping said flatly.

The origin of this name is very particular.

He remembered that one of the top acquired physiques of the human race, the body of the mysterious weapon can enhance supernatural powers by devouring magic weapons.

Since then, Chen Ping has roughly figured out Jin Zhu's tricks.

Obviously relying on him to recover.

"When one day, even a dog can't do it..."

Chen Ping sneered several times from his throat.

He is not very capable, and he is unremarkable among high-ranking monks.

He had a very low bottom line after dying once.

"It's enough for me to become a true immortal."

Rubbing the mysterious spirit bead, Chen Ping smiled as if making a wish.

……

In the next period of time, Chen Ping grabbed two golden pills nearby.

He discovered that the mysterious orb can only devour magic weapons that have not been refined by living beings, regardless of whether they are broken or not.

But with a little mana and soul imprint, the beads can't absorb it.

This made Chen Ping's dream of melting the opponent's magic weapon out of thin air completely ruined.

"Two fragments of the crossing coral seal bless the soul. After reaching the peak of transformation, I can activate 28 Heaven-reaching Spirit Swords in one go!"

A gleam flashed across Chen Ping's eyes.

The stronger the spirit, the stronger the power of the sword formation.

He is not far away from the day when the seven sets of formations will finally take shape.

Then, he picked up another jade slip.

It records the life practice of Mao surnamed different magician in the later stage of Huashen.

That man, Shouyuan Wuji, wanted to pass on his strange skills.

Chen Ping, of course, is duty-bound to support.

The complicated content is swept away.

His attention was focused on a passage of only a few thousand words.

"False soul smoke technique!"

As the name suggests, this is a strange technique to forge soul smoke and confuse the enemy.

Or it is a life-saving technique.

After death, soul smoke will be produced and absorbed into reincarnation.

If it is not completely dead, it will naturally not generate soul smoke.

After repairing this abnormality, it can give people a wrong judgment.

Chen Ping thought about this technique because he thought it might be useful to him.

But he doesn't have the foundation of strange arts, and he needs to rely on a seventh-level treasure of heaven and earth to master this method.

"Tianzong is well-informed, whether he will be fooled or not is another matter."

With a flash of expression, Chen Ping did not fully count on this technique.

Only as a dispensable backhand.

Moreover, there is no shadow of that special seventh-order thing.

"There are only three years left in the agreement with the different cultivators, so it's better to go back to Tianyan Continent first."

As a result, Chen Ping flew away, and the figure escaped thousands of miles away.

……

Dinghai territory.

All the way down south, as soon as he stepped into Tianyan's range, Chen Ping immediately felt something was wrong.

The water aura condensed in this continent is too strong.

Although it can't compare to Fancang back then, you must know that only one side of Tianyan Continent is surrounded by the deep sea!

"Lingquan must have swallowed up a lot of territory!"

In order to find out the current situation in the cultivation world as soon as possible, Chen Ping flew towards Dinghai Palace without stopping.

Dinghai Palace occupies the Northern Territory and governs hundreds of fairy cities.

And the most core place is Dinghai City.

Several hours later, Chen Ping vaguely saw the huge city surrounded by tall city walls.

When approaching thousands of miles, he suddenly felt that the light under his feet sank slightly.

"No flying formation."

Chen Ping flicked his sleeve robe indifferently, not intending to land at all.

After half a breath, he resisted the forbidden culling, and shot into the city without changing his expression.

For a moment, the several Nascent Souls guarding the city were terrified, and immediately sounded the signal for the invasion of foreign enemies.

"The Lord of Tongtian Pavilion!"

However, after the sound waves in the ears of all the cultivators shook, each of them knelt down half-knelt.

……

Dinghai City is built in the depths of the mountains.

A huge pavilion with a length of thousands of feet and a towering towering sky floated on the ground.

The whole body of the pavilion is emerald green, exuding strong fluorescence, which is extremely eye-catching.

"Dinghai Palace."

Looking at the gleaming stele reflected by the sunlight, Chen Ping's expression suddenly changed.

"rustle"

At this time, in the palace gate, a shadow came slowly from far to near.

Chen Ping's spiritual sense had already penetrated into it, and he saw clearly the identity of the comer.

Not one of the two Supremes of Dinghai Palace!

It was an unexpected figure.

(There is another chapter of almost 6000 words in the evening, which is estimated to be written around 23:[-].)