Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 804 Shocking the whole sect, summoned by Qi Ling
(Thanks to the 100 million reward for making me stronger!)

Soul silk is not just a ray of consciousness, but also the use of soul dao.

Due to the condensed nature of the soul, the process of splitting the soul silk is not as simple as imagined.

If the control is insufficient, it is very likely to lose consciousness in the process of differentiation and fall into endless barrenness.

In that way, living beings are no different from sitting.

So, this is an extremely dangerous move.

Generally, the limit of a sixth-order creature is about ten thousand strands of soul silk.

But at this moment, the multiplied soul threads around Chen Ping manifested, which directly stunned Wang Xujing and the other dozen or so disciples who had comprehended the Sword Soul.

"The Zongnei is not a senior brother who does not have the second slough of the soul, but for them, it is difficult to divide the soul to such a degree!"

The corner of Wang Xujing's mouth twitched, and the surprise in his eyes flashed away.

Because he was born with a soul body, he has been majoring in swordsmanship and minoring in soul art.

In this regard, he belongs to the strong.

But now, he was completely crushed by a Neishan disciple of the Supreme Immortal Sword Sect.

The key is that the two are still in the same realm.

Thinking of this, Wang Xujing gritted his teeth and activated the soul method again.

As a result, the number of soul threads in front of him suddenly increased by half, reaching eight thousand strands.

But this level is also the limit.

Forcibly dividing again, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It's really a sword cultivator's fault to fight for everything!"

Glancing at Wang Xujing's painful expression, Chen Ping felt joy in his heart.

He practiced kendo in the Jinzhu Dimension, and when he was in a hurry, he would separate his soul to pass the time.

In addition, the sword array and sword qi in the usual fighting methods must be controlled by soul silk.

What's more, the strength of his soul path is unbelievable.

Unknowingly, in the use of this skill, he has already left the monks of the same rank far behind.

Of course, Chen Ping didn't deliberately show off.

It's just that the sword soul is of great help in breaking the ninety-nine return to one calamity.

He must spare no effort to fight for it.

……

"Yuan Ming, that uncle seems to have ascended from the lower realm."

"With the same identity as the master, the Ascension Cultivators are really extreme. Most of them are far inferior to the disciples of the sect, but the top few, regardless of their talents and talents, are all incredible."

The two Supreme Immortal Sword Sect disciples exclaimed.

These two look seven or eight points alike.

One is Xin Yuanming, the other is Xin Yuanhao, and their cultivation has just entered the late Yuanying stage.

Calling Chen Ping "Master Uncle" is a matter of course.

Xin Yuanming and Xin Yuanhao have unusual identities.

Both of them are direct disciples of Neishan Elder Xin Jingyang.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, Xin Jingyang sneaked into the Tusha tribe to slaughter and found his twin brother who was still a child.

The identities of the two brothers are about the same as Chen Fuyao's, and their parents are the favorites of the Tusha clan.

Because of the outstanding swordsmanship talents of the two brothers, Xin Jingyang brought them back to the sect and gave them their names again.

"Concentrate on understanding, don't waste precious opportunities!"

Seeing the ten Nascent Souls of the Zongmen looking at him in unison, Chen Ping frowned, and swept away calmly.

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao and other ten Sword Sect disciples trembled, and they all received the instruction one after another, and closed their eyes intently to realize it.

"Elder Xin Jingyang allowed me to enter the ancestral map, and I mentioned his two disciples, which is considered even."

After muttering to himself, Chen Ping felt at ease.

Inadvertently looking at An Hanyan's position, he was stunned.

In the audience, only this woman turned a blind eye to his Yiqi Juechen.

Not only that, An Hanyan pinched two scallion-white jade fingers into his arms.

He took out a dark blue pill and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

"The unknown eight-path pattern pill!"

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes shimmered, he only hated himself for being under the command of a famous and decent family.

At the same time, after An Hanyan took the elixir, his soul, which was only in the Nascent Soul stage, swelled instantly.

And, wisps of ancient blue brilliance overflowed.

From the inside to the outside, there is a sense of elegance and luxury.

The next moment, the woman's soul suddenly dispersed.

It actually differentiated into a whole thousand strands of soul silk!

In one fell swoop, she surpassed her senior brother Wang Xujing.

"One of the several kinds of holy pills that Danxing never sells to the outside world. Sure enough, the master has paved the way for the younger sister."

Wang Xujing smiled slightly, but he actually had something to eat.

The Great Sage Tianzhao taught dozens of disciples in his life, and he was just one of them.

The status of nature and pro-daughter cannot be compared.

"Damn it, you are treated top-notch right from birth."

Chen Ping's heart was turbulent.

Then, with a movement of his consciousness, he commanded a thread of soul to approach An Hanyan quietly.

Ever since this woman and Xu Yinxuan were confidently betting against each other, he suspected it.

He would like to see what else the Great Sage Tianzhao has prepared for the bloodline.

……

within the ancestral map space.

Stars of different sizes floated in suspension.

Chen Ping was in it, and the cross-legged place was a soft place.

The biggest difference from the outside world is that the body is extremely light, as if shuttling through the passage of ascension.

When the [-] strands of soul silk were distributed, the world in front of me began to change drastically.

Those spinning stars instantly turned into phantoms of sword qi in different styles.

The postures of these sword qi are different, and they are very different from each other.

The most exaggerated one is like a pillar of the sky, imposing a terrifying feeling on Chen Ping's consciousness.

And the small sword energy is only an inch long, and has no special coercion.

At this moment, countless sword qi phantoms are swimming around a center.

It looks disorganized, but after careful screening, each has its own trajectory and does not affect each other.

"Could it be that there is the body of the opening treasure?"

Chen Ping gathered his soul silk and went to the center to investigate.

I saw that in the center wrapped by the sword energy was a square, fuzzy and distorted multicolored object.

But within half a breath, he suddenly groaned and flew backwards several feet.

It was as if driven by an invisible force.

Shocked, he immediately closed his eyes and obediently moved his consciousness away.

Then, without any hesitation, Chen Ping poured out his soul silk, enveloping all kinds of sword energy around him.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, there was a burst of sound in his mind like rain hitting plantains.

The soul silk fell into dozens of independent spaces at once!
Taking a closer look, the picture feedback from the spiritual consciousness poured in like a torrent.

Here, most of the space is dark and nothingness.

There is only one space blooming with colorful lights.

"A chance to condense the sword soul!"

With the teaching of Kong Zhihua, Chen Ping knew that the dark space can be discarded directly.

Then, without saying a word, he restrained his mind and entered that colorful world.

From this moment on, all his senses were useless.

It seemed that there was some kind of magical power that pulled his consciousness into a special space without leaving the ground, leaving only a shell outside.

At first glance, the colorful world seemed dead silent.

But as soon as Chen Ping entered, it was like pouring a spoonful of ice water into a boiling oil pan.

It seemed as if something had been unsealed and boiled everywhere.

"Swish"

"Swish"

The sound of the shuttle of the sharp arrows is all around the ears.

Before Chen Ping could make another move, the scene in front of him changed again, and his consciousness was completely repelled.

"Impossible, my swordsmanship talent is not weaker than Kong Zhihua with the blessing of the imprint of time and stars. Why don't you even give me a chance to try?"

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Ping's expression turned ugly.

It is true that the opportunity to condense sword soul is fleeting.

But it won't be so fast.

"The high probability is that that kind of sword spirit is not suitable for me."

After savoring it carefully, Chen Ping regained his confidence, and quickly swept across the ancestral map with a dense volume of soul threads.

……

After half a day.

Chen Ping did not change his expression, although what he captured was a dark space with no chance.

But the ancestral map space is endless.

He still has plenty of opportunities.

So, Chen Ping got up abruptly, kept a distance from all the cultivators, and walked deep alone.

Divine consciousness swept across pieces of sword energy.

After two full days of getting nothing, he felt a little flustered.

Look away.

Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and even a few juniors of the Nascent Soul had already entered the state of meditation.

Obviously they are all rewarding people.

"Very good, the aptitudes of all the nephews are good."

When passing by Xin Yuanming and others, Chen Ping nodded calmly.

Then, a beam of escaped light penetrated into the depths of the ancestral map like crazy.

Although he himself does not have any hope for the four most powerful sword spirits, he must realize one of the other dozen special sword spirits.

Otherwise, why would it attract the attention of the sect's senior management and support him to go through the ninety-nine return to one calamity?
……

Under the sword qi and starry sky.

A figure kept flickering.

Chen Ping didn't know how many slices of sword energy he had swept.

During this period of time, he discovered several distinctive deep spaces.

Hot and cold, mild and violent, bloodthirsty frenzy!

But he was involuntarily pulled close to a certain space of sword energy.

It was all like the first time, just a little touch, and then pushed far away by an inexplicable force.

Cycle again and again.

But the more so, the more Chen Ping felt at ease.

The sword soul ancestral map can peek into the monk's talent for swordsmanship!

If it does not meet the standard, it will be forcibly sent out a long time ago.

It is absolutely impossible for the sword repairer to continue to stay under special circumstances.

For example, the twenty monks who entered together.

Currently, only half is left.

The rest are not in the eyes of the ancestral map, and left this space early!
"Apart from the four major sword spirits, the special sword spirit that suits me the most is undoubtedly the Coffin Fire and Ziyang!"

Chen Ping thought about it.

Sword Soul is the fusion of Sword Dao and Soul Dao.

But it does not mean that from now on, only these two rules can be integrated.

Otherwise, geniuses will not be able to flock to them at all.

Some sword spirits can transform the five elements.

For example, the Fire Dao potential possessed by the Coffin Fire and Ziyang Sword Souls.

It fits perfectly with Chen Ping!

And there are quite a few sword cultivators in the past who have inherited these two sword spirits.

It stands to reason that it is not a mirror image.

Just like that, another few days passed.

Chen Ping patiently manipulated the soul silk to investigate one by one.

"coming!"

Finally, in an instant, a long-lost smile floated on his face after a thread of his soul sensed a scorching heat.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Chen Ping's soul thoughts poured into a space of sword energy that stretched across hundreds of feet like a tide.

Before passing in, he deliberately glanced at the outside world.

At this time, only Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan and him were left in the entire ancestral map space.

The most eye-catching one is An Hanyan.

The girl's scattered soul silk has returned to its complete form.

And it is beginning to change towards a pure iceberg shape!
"Special sword spirit!"

"But it doesn't seem to be one of the four great sword spirits. Hehe, it looks like she will be working in the Immortal Sword Sect for a thousand years."

Chen Ping's last thought was fleeting.

An Hanyan is the true spirit root.

It is not surprising to obtain a special kind of inheritance of sword spirit.

After a short while, he was completely cut off from the outside world.

……

The top of the Holy Artifact Mountain.

The seven or eight elders and thousands of Jianzong disciples stared intently at the bluestone passage above.

Those who are qualified to enter the holy artifact mountain must at least be disciples of the inner mountain.

A few true disciples who were familiar with each other gathered together and remained silent.

Suddenly, Elder Shi Xiayue raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "In the ancestral map, the younger generation has already condensed a special sword spirit."

As soon as the words were conveyed, the disciples all over the mountain began to discuss in whispers.

Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and Chen Ping remained in Zutu.

Everyone's kendo talent is extraordinary.

Can't even guess who it is.

"Alone Better Together."

At this time, Meng Taining, the envoy of Lingquan Immortal Palace, clasped his fists at Shi Xiayue, and begged, "Friend Daoist Shi is quite connected with the treasure and can perceive it clearly, but we are waiting here, and our whole body is itchy and uncomfortable."

After that, he looked at Xin Jingyang again.

"Junior Sister Shi, friend Daoist Meng is a guest from afar, so you temporarily remove the seal from the outside world of Zutu."

Xin Jingyang said lightly.

"Follow the decree of the elder brother."

While replying, Shi Xiayue squeezed both hands.

A string of mysterious runes shot into the air.

The next moment, with the two bluestone passages as the center, the space with a radius of a hundred miles was suddenly shaken.

And after a flash, a starry sky chart with sword aura was revealed.

This picture seems to be close at hand.

Even the monks at the foot of the mountain can see it clearly!
"Senior Sister An, the one who inherits the special sword spirit is Senior Sister An!"

As soon as the scene in the ancestral picture was exposed, a group of disciples of Tianzhao Sword Sect let out excited voices.

But the side of Immortal Sword Sect was completely silent.

At this moment, An Hanyan sat cross-legged.

Above the head, there is a thing that switches back and forth between the soul and the jagged iceberg.

"Ice Immortal Sword Soul."

Seeing this scene, Xin Jingyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is one of more than a dozen sword spirits that have ever been born, and its power is not small.

The key point is that the successful comprehension of the special sword spirit means that this woman has mastered the fusion rules in the Nascent Soul Realm!

"An Xiaoyou has vitality in her body, and she plans to hit the ninety-nine return in the future."

Xin Jingyang thought to himself.

Sword Soul is the embodiment of fusion rules.

If you want to pass on the sword spirit and don't want to return to one calamity, you have to suppress a special rule.

This was the case with his two disciples.

But An Hanyan's identity is there.

Backed by a great sage who dominates the stars, it is not a narrow escape from death.

"Haha, Meng can finally explain to the giants in the palace and Senior Tianzhao the Great Sage!"

Montanin pretended to be relieved.

He couldn't help but glance at Kong Zhihua.

"Meng has a meager friendship with the digital sage, so she is not tempted by such an identity?"

Montanin pursed his lips.

Kong Zhihua is the white moonlight in his heart.

Even though he has married several Taoist couples, he still loves this woman.

"Nephew Chen has also entered the state of meditation, it seems that he has achieved something."

Kong Zhihua completely ignored Montaigne's fiery gaze and only paid attention to Chen Ping's movements.

"The Frozen Immortal Sword Soul is a foregone conclusion. Fellow Daoist Meng should consider how to return to his life with the Great Sage Tianzhao."

Suddenly, Xu Yinxuan said coldly.

The game between him and An Hanyan was the Four Great Sword Souls.

This woman has already lost.

"If Fellow Daoist Xu dares to stay with Fairy An, Meng will naturally report the truth."

Montaigne said bluntly this time.

Relying on his identity as the host, Xu Yinxuan repeatedly provoked him, and he no longer wanted to continue to endure.

"The rules of the sword cultivator are as good as they say, and the gambling game between the great sage Tianzhao and my great-grandfather was not the same!"

With a cold snort, Xu Yinxuan said calmly.

"Your Majesty, how can Junior Brother Xu criticize him?"

Xin Jingyang frowned and reprimanded.

At this point, the top of the mountain fell into silence again.

a day later.

Zutu forced two more people to come out.

It was Xin Yuanming and Xin Yuanhao!

"We have a teacher's kindness!"

The two brothers blamed themselves and knelt down towards Xin Jingyang.

Both failed in the final stages of fusion.

"It's a small matter, the aptitude represented by Sword Soul has nothing to do with the future realm!"

Waving his hand, Xin Jingyang responded with a light smile.

But the complexions of the elders of the other sects were not so clear.

There are still three people left in Zutuli.

Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and the new Neishan disciple Chen Ping.

Among them, An Hanyan has almost completely absorbed the inheritance.

But Chen Ping's figure just sat upright with his eyes closed, without any reaction!
If Tianzhao Sword Sect steals the limelight, with the temper of Jianxiu, he will not be able to lift his head for at least a thousand years.

Soon, however, an even more demoralizing scene appeared.

Wang Xujing, who came from Tianzhao Sword Sect, also began to gather his soul, and there was a vague tendency of great changes.

"Senior brother Wang is not a sword spirit root!"

"The Sword Soul Ancestral Map is the holy weapon of the most immortal, but it has recognized two geniuses of our sect."

The disciples of Tianzhao Sword Sect cheered happily, their faces showing ecstasy.

"Arrogant junior!"

Hearing Tianzhao's disciples' comments, Xu Yinxuan's eyes narrowed, and a ruthless look appeared.

Shi Xiayue, Yan Kuang, Kong Zhihua and other elders were also gloomy, but they had no reason to stop.

"Fortunately, this is not the Demon Sect!"

Montaigne folded his hands in his sleeves, with a slight smile on his face.

The two juniors of Tianzhao Dasheng have great opportunities.

He can also gain a lot of points in that heart.

"Junior Sister Kong, my hope depends on you, Boy Chen, who led us to the door."

Yan Kuang said with a wry smile.

"If he fails, I will punish him with 50 years of confinement! Moreover, the previous violations of the rules will also be reported to the Council of Elders for review."

Xu Yinxuan said sternly.

Although he didn't like this ascended monk, it was related to Jianzong's face, so it was up to him to distinguish which was more important.

"Martial nephew Chen can stay in Zutu until now, which proves that his talent in swordsmanship is not weak. I will wait and see quietly."

Xin Jingyang's ancient well has no waves.

……

Within the Sword Soul Ancestral Map.

At this moment, Chen Ping, who has just started, still doesn't know that he has fulfilled the wish of the sect.

"The flame of the purple sun must be the inheritance of Ziyang Sword Soul!"

In the space of sword energy, wave after wave of several feet high fire waves were set off, hitting his soul non-stop.

As far as the eye can see, the scorching breath is flourishing, completely turning into a sea of ​​purple flames.

The sea of ​​flames was mixed with dense sword lights.

Layer after layer of devouring came.

Everywhere in Chen Ping's soul, heart-biting pain was conveyed.

Never ending, constantly devouring his consciousness.

If it is annihilated at this time, it will not be lost.

But it means that he failed to inherit Ziyang Sword Soul!
"My kendo talent is not good enough."

After tempering it, Chen Ping sighed softly.

He could clearly judge that the offensive that caused him damage was actually the sword light hidden in the purple fire.

On the contrary, the erosion of flames and soul power is not worth mentioning at all.

"It's better to do the opposite."

With a pinch of his right eye, Chen Ping immediately started to act.

Under his thoughts, the surrounding purple flames intertwined and flickered.

Groups of muffled thunder-like explosions continued to roar.

After skillfully controlling the fire and the soul, those sword lights that merged into the purple fire were slowly stripped away.

And gathered together, coagulated and deformed indefinitely.

Sure enough, without the blessing of Jianguang, the pain in the soul disappeared.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Ping flew up a little.

Soul opened his mouth and sucked it in, all the purple fire that separated the sword light poured into his mouth.

The next moment, layers of illusory purple flames rose from the soul.

Winding and burning, as if just stepped out of a volcano.

After half of the inheritance, Chen Ping glanced at the sword light calmly, and flew away without thinking.

……

The top of the Holy Artifact Mountain.

The monks on both sides stared at Zutu with emotions.

The vision of the soul on the top of Wang Xu's lens has gradually become clear.

It is a group of distorted pale white catkins.

"Flying Dust Sword Soul!"

"This sword soul is famous for its strange attacks. After passing it on, his strength during the entire refining stage cannot be underestimated."

The elders of Jianzong talked to each other.

The soul turned into a sword, and Wang Xujing realized that a special kind of sword soul had become a permanent residence.

"what!"

"Nephew Chen also has a change."

After a while, the depressed Jianzong monks lifted their spirits and looked up into the sky together.

It turned out that, unknowingly, a vision appeared above Chen Ping's head.

A winding purple flame.

At this time, Zihuo was constantly twisting, as if trying to transform into a sword.

"Purple Sun Sword Soul!"

Witnessing this scene, Kong Zhihua said happily.

Chen Ping is also very talented in the way of fire.

Ziyang Sword Soul is especially suitable for him!
"it is good!"

Yan Kuang stroked his beard and laughed.

Fortunately, he took the lead and put this son into the ancestral map.

Otherwise, Jianzong's face will be lost.

"Junior Sister Kong, are you ready to let him go through the ninety-nine return?"

At this time, Xin Jingyang asked with a slight frown.

"Oops, I almost forgot that this kid still has death energy!"

Yan Kuang was startled suddenly, and his face sank immediately.

After inheriting the sword soul, Chen Ping immediately met all the conditions to trigger the return to one calamity!
"A lot of debts don't weigh you down."

Kong knows the mysterious way of painting.

This kid has integrated the rules in the lower realm, so what does it have to do with her instigation?
"Chen Ping, a new disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, has gone through ninety-nine and returned to one calamity."

On the side, Montaigne was slightly taken aback, and immediately recorded an important piece of information.

After reporting to Lingquan Immortal Palace, there will be informants tracking Chen Ping's cultivation progress.

"When fellow Taoists from the Outer Sect leave, we will immediately call all the elders to assess the supply of resources."

Xin Jingyang said lukewarmly.

Traveling back home without permission violates the sect's rules and won't get help from the sect.

But if this kid meets the conditions in the lower realm, then there is still room for maneuver.

And the disciples of the Sword Sect who had calmed down heard that the new disciples who had comprehended the Sword Soul were going to return to a catastrophe, each of them showed worry or admiration.

"Is it an individual trying to break through the most difficult disaster? It's a pity the inheritance of Ziyang Sword Soul!"

There was a sneer at the corner of Xu Yinxuan's mouth.

At the beginning, with the great help of the sect and faction, he almost fell down.

This Ascension Cultivator wanted to follow suit, but he didn't know what to do.

……

At the same time, in the ancestral map.

An Hanyan was the first to open her beautiful eyes.

With a movement of his mind, a palm-sized iceberg slowly rotated between his eyebrows, exuding a strange soul power that froze the surroundings.

"My physique fits perfectly with the Frozen Immortal Sword Soul, and this first step is exactly as that guy Tianzhao expected."

With an inaudible whisper, An Hanyan turned a blind eye to Wang Xujing and Chen Ping beside him, and slowly brushed the fairy robe on his left arm.

"This woman is worthy of being a true spiritual root, with such a powerful swordsmanship talent!"

The outside world watched every move in Zutu, and Elder Yan Kuang said in admiration.

After the inheritance of sword spirit is completed, it will usually be passed on to the treasure immediately.

Ke An Hanyan's abnormality once again proved the talent of this woman.

"What does she want?"

Xu Yinxuan, Xin Jingyang, Shi Xiayue, and even Meng Taining, who escorted the girl, were completely puzzled.

"The second step, Time Sword Soul!"

An Hanyan murmured, and a faint colorful streamer burst out suddenly on her white left arm.

At first, the light was as dim as a firefly on a summer night, inconspicuous.

But just in the next moment, the colorful streamer was like sea water pouring down.

Overwhelmingly spread towards the Zutu starry sky.

Wherever it passed, the corners and crevices were covered with a layer of colorful halo without substance.

This halo that spread from An Hanyan's body had no killing effect.

But in the eyes of the outside monks, it seemed that each of them was drawn to the breath, and their hearts beat wildly involuntarily.

That's all for those who have reached the level of refining the void.

You can also easily control yourself.

But those with low cultivation, including the juniors of Tianzhao Sword Sect, seem to have seen some ghosts in the dark.

Looking at An Hanyan, there was a sense of fear and respect spontaneously.

"The original power of time and stars!"

The expressions of the several elders changed drastically after they had seen a lot, as if they had thought of something.

"According to records, the last sage who inherited the sword spirit of time also obtained some original power first by chance!"

Shi Xiayue said in a shocked tone.

"This woman intends to comprehend the second sword spirit, and it is also one of the four great sword spirits!"

Xu Yinxuan's expression darkened, and he finally understood where An Hanyan's confidence was.

"But she has inherited one kind of sword spirit, and it is extremely difficult to fuse the second kind with only the original power."

Xin Jingyang said word for word.

With the means of the Great Sage, it is indeed possible to collect the original power of time and stars.

But that's a tedious process that takes a lot of time.

Only for the love of his daughter, the Great Sage Tianzhao was willing to waste thousands of years.

"Tianzhao Sword Sect came prepared."

The elders looked at each other in blank dismay, with a hint of a bad and wry smile in their hearts.

It's fine if An Hanyan doesn't succeed.

Once she fuses the two sword spirits, is it possible that this woman's sculpture must be erected on the top of the sacred vessel for future generations to look up to?
At this moment, monk Manshan focused all his attention on An Hanyan.

……

Chen Ping, who no one pays attention to anymore, has also entered a transformation.

Zihuo's soul was completely exposed to the endless sword light.

The impact of every sword intent brought him severe pain.

But as time goes by little by little.

The soul silk he scattered gradually turned into a small crystal sword.

Strangely, there was no discomfort in his consciousness.

On the contrary, it became more and more transparent.

I don't know how long the whole process lasted.

When the pain on his body became negligible, Chen Ping's mind suddenly turned.

It was actually sent out from the sword energy space.

The next moment, his thoughts moved slightly.

The villain turned into a soul thread with a bang.

Then, it was reorganized into a half-foot short sword shrouded in purple fire!

"Purple Sun Sword Soul!"

Chen Ping laughed loudly and danced wildly while holding his soul.

"This senior brother is so interesting."

"My sword cultivator has a true temperament!"

His carnival behavior made Man Shan's fellow disciples look away a little, and they laughed tacitly.

However, the elders such as Kong Zhihua ignored them and stared at An Hanyan solemnly.

Chen Ping, who was in the ancestral map, immediately felt something was wrong without being excited.

All over my body, and in all directions, except for a hazy layer of colorful mist, where are the shadows of sword energy and stars?

"is her!"

Shrinking his eyes, Chen Ping locked on to An Hanyan not far away.

"Sister..."

At the same time, the inheritance of Wang Xujing also ended, and a ball of light sand floated on his face.

The two male cultivators who had obtained special sword spirits were not in the mood to compete with each other at all.

They all looked at An Hanyan from a distance, their hearts beating wildly.

"Crack!"

After a while, only a soft sound protruded from the side of Wang Xujing's body.

A deep black crack suddenly formed and rolled towards him, swallowing him in.

The next moment, a dazed Wang Xujing appeared on the outside mountain.

"Nephew Chen is still in the ancestral map!"

"As far as I know, he is a monk with a spiritual root!"

"It's not the root of the sword spirit, how can the talent of the sword be so powerful?"

This time, even the elders were startled.

Asked Kong Zhihua, the latter also smiled wryly and shook his head.

Although she gave advice to Chen Ping, she never felt that this son's swordsmanship talent was comparable to that of True Spirit Root.

……

"what happened?"

Inside Zutu, Chen Pingqiang remained calm and remained motionless.

In fact, he already knew the reason in his heart!
At this moment, the golden bead in the dantian appeared independently.

At the same time, a key pattern emitting white light was printed on the surface.

It is the imprint of time and stars in the golden bead.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Ping would not have the guts to go into Jinzhu to check.

He was like a piece of driftwood in the sea now.

The only option is to go with the flow.

A whole stick of incense time.

The brilliance released by An Hanyan's left arm continued.

That layer of colorful halo also followed a trajectory and flowed slowly.

Finally, it came to an abrupt end and condensed into a huge colorful key.

From one end of the Zutu to the other.

It just avoided the square in the center, where the suspected treasure itself is located.

"This kind of vision is definitely not a mere source of power!"

Xin Jingyang, Shi Xiayue, Xu Yinxuan, Elder Yan and others looked confused.

It's not that there are no records of the birth of Time Sword Soul in the sect.

The scene is far less vast than this time.

"Little Nascent Soul female cultivator, play tricks!"

As the only bystander in Zutu, Chen Ping gritted his teeth in his heart.

By now, everyone understood that An Hanyan was inheriting a great opportunity.

"Senior Qi Ling, please give me instructions!"

He couldn't help but separate his soul threads, and carefully conveyed his thoughts.

But there was silence all around, and there was no response.

Chen Ping had no choice but to endure his emotions and wait and see what happened.

An Hanyan's identity is not trivial.

Without the explicit support of Qi Ling or the Great Sage, he dared not do anything at all.

……

"buzz"

"buzz"

The next moment, before Chen Ping had time to think about it, the huge colorful key fell down hard.

It seems to have descended from the endless starry sky, compressing stacks of spaces into a single line.

And An Hanyan was unharmed in the middle.

Not only that, but her body floated lightly and submerged into the colorful key!
"Follow me and you will die."

"Also, you can't enter the time space."

An Hanyan took the initiative to talk to Chen Ping.

Then, her whole person was illusory and disappeared.

"This seat doesn't want to!"

Chen Ping smiled wryly.

I saw that his body was also suspended from the ground, involuntarily floating towards the colorful key.

In the dantian, the same key print flashed, making him unable to resist.

This was the first time he felt the power of Jinzhu clearly!
I am like a grass under a huge mountain, extremely small.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Chen Ping followed An Hanyan and merged into the huge colorful key.

……

Dark, chaotic, cold, mysterious!
The head-on senses made Chen Ping excited.

This kind of blackness is not unique to human beings.

It seems to be mixed with the extreme of emptiness and nothingness, which makes people feel suffocated.

He couldn't even see clearly, couldn't feel where his body was!
The chaos that catches the eye is everything in the perception.

After a flash of horror, Chen Ping was all too familiar with this situation.

Where did his innate sword heart come from?

Isn't it the birth process of the innate sword engraved in Jin Zhuli!
During that period of time, he was possessed by a ray of air, and he did not know how many thousands of years passed.

After returning to consciousness, the sense of detachment from reality almost drove him crazy!

"Why is the time and space in An Hanyan's mouth exactly the same as the scene where the Xiantian sword broke through chaos?"

At this time, Chen Ping was full of doubts.

The endless void and chaos made him lose his direction and judgment.

Little by little, he groped and moved in the dark.

Suddenly, a burst of warmth hit his outstretched hands.

Chen Ping pinched subconsciously, and he, who is a regular in the world of mortals, immediately knew what was standing in front of him.

"Junior, how did you follow into the time space!"

An Hanyan's voice sounded at the same time, with a trace of evil spirit in the coldness.

"Junior?"

Hearing this cold remark, Chen Ping was startled.

But immediately his face became ugly.

You know, he is a body cultivator!
Is there any reason why the other party, a Nascent Soul, should be spared?

"Won't this girl be possessed by her great saint father?"

Thinking of this, Chen Ping naturally turned pale with shock, and fled to a dark place without looking back.

(End of this chapter)