Oh my god, ancestor, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?

Inside the magic well.

"Send away!"

The sword light flashed, and the sword spirit flew out from the depths of the earth triumphantly.

"How are you? Did you suffer a heavy loss?"

Chen Pingan asked with concern.

After all, the sword spirit has no entity, and breaking through the barrier between the two realms is an extremely energy-consuming task.

"It's not bad, it's very good (kidney)."

The sword spirit chuckled, stared at Chen Pingan, and asked tentatively: "Can you... use that box to repair it for me?"

"Can the weapon spirit also be repaired?"

Chen Ping'an said in surprise.

"Of course, but you have to nod before this guy agrees."

The sword spirit said dullly.

"it is good."

Chen Pingan took out the Sea of ​​Creation, patted it gently and said: "Old man, repair the sword spirit. After all, it also helped me."

Snapped!
The box lid pops open automatically.

Chen Pingan smiled when he saw this. This sea of ​​creation was quite obedient. It seemed that he was not called a destined person for nothing.

The sword spirit flew in with a swish, soaked in the golden water, and let out a comfortable groan.

"Cool!"

"Just soak in it if it feels good."

Chen Pingan smiled, closed the lid of the box smoothly, and then waited quietly.

This has been a long time to wait.

After several hours, the lid of the box suddenly popped open and the sword spirit flew out.

"Thank you very much, I will be resurrected with full health!"

The sword spirit thanked the sea of ​​creation, and then flew to Chen Ping'an in high spirits.

"gone."

Chen Ping'an was overjoyed. The sword spirit was resurrected with full blood, which was equivalent to being refilled with power. It would be of great use in the future.

He collected the Sea of ​​Creation and left the Demon Sealing Well with the sword spirit.

Flying into the void and riding on the thirty-three-year-old cicada, Chen Pingan left Lihuo Prefecture and went straight to Beizhou Qingyun Sect.

After he has settled the matters in the wilderness, he will take the Yue Linglong sisters to Canglan Continent.

Now go back to Qingyun Sect and take a look.

Not long after, the thirty-three-year-old cicada flew into Beizhou, and the Qingyun Sect was soon in sight. At this moment, Chen Pingan felt a little excited, and familiar faces appeared in his mind.

The back mountain of Qingyun Sect.

Thirty-three years ago, the cicada fell in a valley, and Chen Pingan walked down from it.

At this moment, Xuanzu was sitting cross-legged outside the room where Chen Pingan once practiced, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed with a solemn expression.

"Ok?"

Chen Pingan was suddenly stunned.

I haven’t seen Xiao Xuanzi for more than ten years, so why am I feeling a bit like Buddha now?

"Xiao Xuanzi."

Chen Pingan walked closer and coughed.

Xuanzu opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and when he saw his ancestor suddenly appearing, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

He immediately stood up, clasped his palms together, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, you are back? It's great, Buddha bless you!"

Buddha bless?

Chen Pingan was furious and slapped Xuanzu on the head, giving him a slap in the face.

"Xiao Xuanzi, what's going on with you? Why have you started to believe in Buddhism again?"

Chen Pingan asked loudly with a cold face.

"Old Ancestor, it's good to believe in Buddhism. Our Qingyun Sect is now peaceful, with no disputes or wars."

Xuanzu said calmly.

Chen Pingan scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found that Qingyun Sect has indeed changed now, not much different from the first time he was saved by the divine power.

"It's strange. The remaining Pudu magical power of Shenhui can still be revived?"

Chen Pingan frowned.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. His Holy Word Technique is very powerful. It has almost driven out the universal magical power in everyone in the Qingyun Sect. Even if there is still a little bit left, it will not affect it at all.

"Destroy!" Chen Pingan's expression became solemn. He was as if a great scholar had come to the world, sacred and inviolable. He waved his hand gently and began to use the Holy Word Technique on Xuanzu.

Between heaven and earth, Haoran's righteous energy gathered in the sky above Qingyun Sect, and wisps of rules fell down and landed on Xuanzu.

Xuanzu closed his eyes.

However, he still clasped his hands together.

After more than ten breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, and golden Buddha light shone in his eyes.

The Buddha's light condensed into a figure and turned into the appearance of an old monk.

"It's not Shenhui!"

Staring at the old monk's shadow, Chen Pingan was surprised.

"Are you the ancestor of Qingyun Sect?"

The old monk spoke calmly, with supreme majesty in his voice, as if in his eyes, the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, who was only in the transcendent realm, was nothing more than a humble ant.

"Yes, who are you?"

Chen Ping'an's eyes turned cold.

"Shenhui is my disciple, a poor monk."

The old monk and his party grinned, with sarcasm in their eyes.

at the same time.

A saint's aura rose into the sky from the Great Zen Temple and disappeared into the depths of the sky.

A breath or two.

In the sky above Qingyun Sect, the aura of the saint appeared in the sky above Qingyun Sect. Buddha's light bloomed in the void. An old monk stepped on a golden lotus and slowly floated out of the void.

"At the peak of the tenth level of the Saint Realm?"

Chen Pingan smiled coldly and turned into a ray of light and flew into the air.

"Xiaochan, you don't have to do anything, I'll take care of this old bald donkey myself!" Chen Ping'an secretly sent a message to Thirty-Three-year-old Cicada.

Thirty-three years ago, the cicada hid in the void.

Even if a group of old monks had the same strength as it, they would not be able to detect its true identity.

While he was in the air, Chen Pingan activated a Saint Realm experience card, and his cultivation level suddenly rose from the second level of the Transcendent Realm to the peak of the Tenth Level of the Saint Realm.

This suddenly startled the group of old monks.

He stared at Chen Pingan with a ghostly expression, his lips trembling slightly: "You, are you also at the tenth level of the Saint Realm?"

"good."

Chen Pingan smiled coldly, and the blood-eating demon sword appeared in his hand.

"You dare to fight me?"

A group of old monks suddenly laughed and pointed at the Qingyun Sect below, confidently saying: "You and I are both saints. Once we take action, your Qingyun Sect will be destroyed."

"The vastness of heaven and earth protects me."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were deep, and he pressed lightly in the void and performed the Holy Word Technique.

The mighty aura fell down and completely enveloped the Qingyun Sect.

"Hey, this move is pretty cool."

The sword spirit lying on Chen Pingan's shoulder suddenly laughed.

A group of old monks looked at the sword spirit and found nothing special about it, so they felt relieved.

Now, he no longer has the intention to despise the other party.

The two of them are in the same realm, but the other is a sword cultivator. Once they fight, it will be earth-shattering, and it will be difficult to tell the winner in a short time.

Even if the winner is determined, it is almost impossible to determine life and death.

"So what? It's not impossible for the poor monk to break this restriction."

A group of old monks said calmly.

"Is it?"

Chen Pingan smiled coldly.

It is true that the magic of holy words cannot really stop this demonic monk, but he still has thirty-three years of cicada.

He sent out a divine thought.

There was a fluctuation in the void, and the thirty-three-year-old cicada emerged from the void.

"What if a group of demon monks is joined by a spiritual pet who has reached the tenth level of the holy realm?"

Chen Pingan sneered.

"What, a demon saint who has reached the tenth level of the holy realm?"

A group of old monks stared at the thirty-three-year-old cicada in shock. With his many years of rich experience, he was unable to recognize the origin of this demon saint. (End of chapter)