I will survive with proficiency

In the jade tablet.

Lu Xiangtian saw Chen Ping moving up again and said excitedly:

"It's coming, it's coming, the final battle is coming."

Liang Sheng glanced at Lu Xiangtian and sneered:

"Looking at your expression, do you want Chen Ping to win? Can you survive if Chen Ping wins?"

Lu Xiangtian's face twisted and he laughed:

"Do you think that if I win in Shengxian Valley, I will survive?"

He sneered and looked at Liang Sheng:

"Didn't you ask me before why I planned Chen Ping for some mere Yuanying realm resources? I can tell you now, it's not at all."

His eyes turned upside down, and the sound of angry waves almost crashed onto the shore:

"Do you think that as long as we really do what the Immortal Master told us to do in Shengxian Valley, the Immortal Master will really reward us and treat us like human beings?"

"Do you think the Immortal Lord is a good person?"

"Do you think the pills that the Immortal Master gave us can really help us ascend to the upper world?"

Lu Xiangtian said a series of questions in one breath, but they were not questions.

Liang Sheng was shocked when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

"Bah, Immortal Lord?" Monk Deer spat:

"The pills that the Immortal Master gave me were not really pills to help me ascend. Our Lu family has a special method that allowed me to accidentally discover that one of them, Gu Zun, who was claimed by Shengxian Valley to have successfully ascended, There is no ascension.”

"I originally thought that Gu Zun just died during his ascension, but Shengxian Valley didn't want to undermine everyone's confidence, so he claimed that he had successfully ascended."

"But I discovered through a series of clues that it was not that the ascension failed at all, but that his soul was devoured, swallowed alive."

"At first I was shocked by my discovery. I thought I was wrong about exploring and overthinking."

"But later I discovered that the medicine given to us by the Immortal Master was not a pill to help us ascend, but a pill to change the characteristics of our souls. Others may think that this is just to optimize our souls and improve them. The possibility of soaring success.”

"I have discovered through hundreds of years of exploration that no, it is not about optimizing the soul at all, but about transforming the soul to make it more suitable to be swallowed."

"Just imagine, who has the ability to swallow alive the soul of the top monks in the human world like me?"

"You mean the Immortal Lord?" Liang Sheng was shocked.

Brother Deer sneered:

"Who else could it be but him?"

"I dare not say that all the colleagues from Shengxian Valley who have ascended to the spiritual world have been devoured, but I am sure that those colleagues whose souls have been quite well transformed will not end up like this without exception."

"What does this have to do with your plot against Chen Ping?" Liang Sheng asked confused.

Lu Xiangtian snorted coldly:

"Chen Ping was just an accident."

"What I need is not Chen Ping, but the Dugu family."

"Ancestor Dugu and I are close friends. We used to go to the Dugu family often. By chance, I discovered that the Dugu family has a clear spring. That clear spring is the reason why the Dugu family has continued to inherit the Nascent Soul for so many years, but this still doesn't mean anything to me. The attraction is just Nascent Soul’s resources.”

"But later I discovered that the spring water could actually slow down the transformation of my soul by the immortal master's elixir."

"I originally wanted to eat the Dugu family and swallow the spring water for myself, but the Dugu family has a certain connection with Shengxian Valley, and I was worried about attracting the attention of the valley owner."

"Chen Ping's appearance is just an excuse."

He sneered, turned to look at Liang Sheng, and snorted:

"Now you know why I want to help the Dugu family plot against Chen Ping, right?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I was trapped here by Chen Ping because of my own fate. But you, tsk, tsk, thought it was for Shengxian Valley. Well, yes, it is indeed for Shengxian Valley. Unfortunately, what you believe in Immortal Lord, but he wants to devour your soul."

"Haha, how ironic."

"That's it. You still have the nerve to laugh at me?"

The deer spat into the sky.

Damn Shengxian Valley.

The Valley of Devouring People is pretty much the same.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Liang Sheng grinning:

"It turns out that you are still a smart person and know a lot."

These words sounded awkward. Brother Lu was startled, and then he noticed an intriguing smile on Liang Sheng's face.

It was a sarcastic smile.

What was even more shocking was that he suddenly felt that Liang Sheng's breath seemed a bit familiar.

Suddenly I was horrified:

"Who are you?"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that someone could reach this level today."

"I will do this myself."

At this moment, Zhao Xichen in the dojo laughed and flew up.

"Old Zhao, you"

"What's wrong? The rules don't say that people can't be replaced. Only you, the Immortal Killing Alliance, are allowed to constantly change people? Can't I, the gatekeeper of Shengxian Valley, change people?" Taoist priest Zhao Xichen encouraged.

This level is a battle of combat strength.

The battle in Shengxian Valley was fought by the Mo family brothers and sisters, while on the other side of Shengxian Valley was a monk who had super-control over dozens of evil souls.

This time the Valley Master has to fight in person.

However, there is no violation of the rules. After all, the Zhuxian League can also choose any suitable monk to enter the stage and pass the level.

"Shameless, I guess I made substitutions on the spot because I was afraid I couldn't defend."

"How strong is Zhao? No one has ever seen him take action in person."

"I don't know about his strength, but I heard that the old guy is in direct contact with the immortals, and I don't know how many opportunities the immortals have given him. This is the most terrifying thing. That bitch actually came to the stage in person."

"Fellow Daoist Chen has passed four levels in a row, and his body functions may not be good."

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Everyone could only respond angrily.

There is no other way.

Zhao Xichen ignored these remarks at all. He stood on a cornice of Qiong Tower, his Taoist robes flying, and he looked at Chen Ping opposite:

"Young Chen is not bad. That old guy An Hai is smart. He hid you until the end and let others figure out the rules and the opponent's strength for you in advance. Haha, he is very good at calculating."

You finally couldn't bear it anymore, right?

"Excessive praise." Chen Ping sneered, also standing on the eaves, sizing up the man in front of him.

Finally the moment has arrived.

Chen Ping was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to the point:

"Since the person has been changed, do the rules need to be changed?"

"It doesn't change, it's still the old rules, no matter the means, no matter the auxiliary tools, no matter what elixirs, they will all be used until one party admits defeat." Zhao Xichen said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's get started."

Chen Ping took the lead in attacking, holding a talisman pen and drawing talismans in the air.

A talisman formed in an instant, suddenly grew in size, and swept towards Zhao Xichen.

This is no ordinary talisman.

It is a full-level talisman drawn by Rinaru under the conditions of drawing the talisman inside the Seven-Star Ryūyuan Sword.

Specializes in destroying delusion.

A talisman specially used to reveal Zhao Xichen's true identity.

"Wow!"

Silver needles came out of the talisman one after another, and rushed towards it. The air was torn, the space was almost distorted, and the air flow made bursts of "hissing" sounds.

There is no escape from some falsehoods.

Zhao Xichen sneered, his robes fluttered, and he stepped back several feet. He flew to the eaves of another roof, and with one kick, a tile on the roof suddenly flew up.

It turned into a big bird with spread wings.

"Bang!"

The silver needle shot out, and the big bird was instantly annihilated.

Zhao Xichen's expression changed and he retreated continuously, punching several times in the process. When the silver needle disappeared, he had to retreat from Laoyuan.

"good."

"It's really strong."

"I underestimated you after all."

Zhao Xichen took a few steps forward and was about to punch, but he stopped immediately because another talisman was speeding towards him.

This time it's not one, but two.

"Heh, interesting."

While Zhao Xichen retreated violently, he picked up the hem of his robe with one hand and kept spinning it in circles. The hem of the robe was spinning in circles, forming pieces of linen cloth in front of him, and they were constantly coming out.

Under the collision, there was a "hiss, hiss, hiss" sound as the silver needle penetrated the linen.

His expression was extremely cold.

The linen cloth was one of the top treasures in his hand, and it couldn't stop the silver needle.

There is something fishy about this silver needle.

Seems very personal to me.

Zhao Xichen let out a loud roar, and broke out in a cold sweat as he was knocked back by the dense silver needles.

"Bang, ding, ding!"

After Zhao Xichen stepped out of the gap, he touched his face and found a small blood mark. He couldn't help but tremble at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were about to burst.

"Show your original form."

Chen Ping drew a few more talismans. This kind of talismans did not cause much harm to the monks. The main point was to break the delusion.

The denser the silver needles, the better, giving Zhao Xichen no chance to rest.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

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Zhao Xichen took a few steps back and couldn't help but touch his face again, and there were a few more scratches.

And the scratches are getting bigger.

Zhao Xichen realized something and suddenly became restless. He kept scratching his face with his hands and said "no, no, no" on his lips.

But the scratches on his face continued to expand.

His face began to distort.

The body also begins to change.

Immediately, with a bang, a monk with a new look appeared on the eaves.

Zhao Xichen took a breath, and when his new look was revealed, he became much calmer.

Standing with his hands behind his hands, he looked at Chen Ping in the distance with a smile:

"What kind of talisman is this?"

Chen Ping did not answer him, but said:

"The followers of Shengxian Valley haven't seen your true face, right? They probably never thought that the Valley Master they often see is the Immortal Master they regard as a god."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place in the dojo was in an uproar.

Especially in the Shengxian Valley camp, there was a lot of discussion.

However, Zhao Xichen was calm and calm, still standing with his hands behind his back, without any emotion, until Chen Ping said again:

"Right? Zhao Changxing."

Zhao Xichen's expression suddenly changed, and he narrowed his narrow eyes to look at Chen Ping.

Then he laughed:

"Oh? If you guessed it?"

Chen Ping said calmly:

"If your clone can come to the human world, shouldn't the clones of other spiritual monks be allowed to come to the human world?"

"Someone once told me that Zhao Changxing would never let me pass the level easily. That person said that Zhao Changxing would definitely personally stop it in the end, and now is the final showdown."

"In this case, you must be Zhao Changxing."

"Hmph." Zhao Changxing looked up to the sky and sneered: "The Wuwei sect keeps claiming that the monks of their sect have never violated the rules of the lower realm. Now it seems that they are just trying to gain fame."

Zhao Changxing did not delve into this, but said:

"Now that you know my identity, I would like to know how you can overcome the challenge?"

"The Seven-Star Longyuan Sword you use is the sword I once used. The sword intention you cultivate is the sword intention I once cultivated. You are my shadow and will always live in my shadow."

"How do you win against me?"

At the same time, in the dojo.

"What? Is Zhao Xichen from the spirit world? Is he the spirit world immortal who has always been a slave to the human world?"

"This damn piece of shit, I didn't expect that Daoyou Chen would reveal its prototype today."

"Hey, but now the trouble is big. Since it's someone from the spirit world, how can I, a monk from the human world, be able to compete? This competition is unfair."

"Yes, there are rules."

"Leader An? Does the competition rule state that people from the spirit world are not allowed to participate?"

An Hai's face turned dark.

He also didn't expect that people from the spirit world would directly participate in the competition. What kind of competition is this?

Previously, there was a clear requirement that people from the spirit world could not participate in the competition.

"Zhao Changxing, the rules in this game are not like that. As a person from the spirit world, you are not qualified to fight." An Hai shouted.

Most other people didn't dare to agree, after all, they were facing an immortal from the spiritual world.

So much so that there was an untimely silence for two breaths.

Until, a female voice broke the silence: "Yes, if you break the rules of Shengxian Valley first, you should lose."

This sound came from the timid Guan Xiancai.

"That's right, rules are rules, and as a person in the spirit world, you can't break the rules." Baili Xianling shouted after him.

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses." The poor Fairy Biyuan, who always spoke little, had such a loud voice.

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses." Fairy Qiu Shan shouted.

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses." Xu Liang shouted.

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses." Ji Xiuyuan shouted.

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Then more and more people shouted out. Those who were timid before and did not dare to anger the immortal saw that someone was not slapped to death for shouting, and they suddenly became bolder and started shouting.

Immediately followed from the dome ruins.

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses."

"The outcome is clear, Shengxian Valley loses."

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For a time, everyone was united, and the sound was louder than the other.

In the sky above Qiong Tower, Zhao Changxing gave a fierce chop, and ripples of air immediately swayed out, covering the entire dojo.

Many monks immediately covered their ears.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Zhao Changxing was calm and didn't care.

Standing with hands behind hands:

"Just think of me as breaking the rules."

"This game is considered a defeat for Shengxian Valley. However, we still have to fight this fight. I and Chen Ping have a personal grudge, and this fight is to end the personal grudge."

"After this battle, the Zhuxian Alliance can still send people to overcome the calamity and blast away the Qiong Tower. As long as the Qiong Tower is blasted away, the Zhuxian Alliance will be considered to have won this holy war."

"Oh, by the way, there is only one spot left in the Immortal Killing League. You have to find a monk who is more powerful than Wu Rusong."

This is simply a scoundrel statement.

Knowing that Chen Ping is the only one in the Zhuxian League who has a chance to continue, now Zhao Changxing, as a person from the spirit world, wants to stop Chen Ping at this time.

If Chen Ping loses this game.

Even if the Zhuxian Alliance wins the fourth level, who can blast away the Qiong Tower?

Who can do what even Fifth Rushong can't do?

What do you mean there is still a quota?

Even if there are still a hundred places, it will not help.

Things are different now. At the beginning, everyone had no confidence and their belief collapsed. Even when Chen Ping won the first level, everyone just felt bad and didn't think Chen Ping could win this holy war by himself. .

But when Chen Ping won the second and third games in succession, many people began to imagine that Chen Ping could continue playing all the way.

Until this holy war is won.

They no longer paid attention to the logic that "one person cannot know so many things". They put aside rationality and were just passionate, relying solely on emotion to hope that Chen Ping would fight to the end.

But now, someone wants to kill their hopes.

"Zhao Changxing, even if you and Chen Xiaoyou have a personal grudge, you should sit down and talk slowly after the holy war is over, instead of fighting at this moment." An Hai said loudly.

"Presumptuous." Zhao Changxing was furious:

"Are you teaching me how to do things? I can take revenge on my enemies whenever I want. Do you need to talk more?"

Zhao Changxing stood up stroking his beard:

"I won't take advantage of you either."

"For the sake of fairness, I only used eight levels of skills throughout the whole process. I was limited to using no more than ten spiritual treasures, and the battle was resolved within thirty breaths."

After saying that, he turned his index finger and pressed his acupuncture points, and a red vortex suddenly appeared on the six acupuncture points on his body.

That is the sign of sealing acupuncture points.

These six acupuncture points can indeed only exert six levels of skills. This is a common sense that all monks know.

Chen Ping squinted his eyes. Zhao Changxing could hear sounds from the outside world, but he couldn't.

But judging from everyone's mouth patterns and Zhao Changxing's replies, he probably knew what they were talking about.

Chen Ping knew very clearly that a battle between him and Zhao Changxing was inevitable, and there was no point in wasting more words.

It's not that Zhao Changxing really has any grudges, but that Zhao Changxing will never allow anyone to subvert the Immortal Valley. If he wants to take advantage of the path to ascend here, Zhao Changxing will definitely stop him.

It's that simple.

Before Chen Ping could speak, Zhao Changxing's robe shook:

"Since you are their hope, I will let them watch this hope fall to the ground."

"Let you know what is the power of an immortal, what is the insignificance of an ant, and let you know what it means to overestimate one's own capabilities when shaking a tree."

Zhao Changxing jumped up high, curled up one foot, and then fell heavily.

The moment he stamped one foot on the roof, countless tiles rose into the air.

Chen Ping didn't hesitate and went straight to his ultimate move - the magical chaos judgment sword.

"Wow!"

A big sword came hurtling out of the sky, the air was torn apart, the space was almost distorted, and the air flow made a whining sound.

The sword intent covers the entire ladder.

Zhao Changxing sneered, his robes fluttered, he stepped back several feet, and flew to the eaves of another roof.

"Oh, sword intention?"

"Using a sword that I despise, and cultivating the sword intention that I abandoned, you actually want to defeat me with this move. It's just a fool's errand."

"I want you to see the true meaning of the sword."

"My sword is useless, go!"

Zhao Changxing roared loudly, and a slender sword suddenly flew out. It was also the strongest sword he used. The shadow of a young monk could be faintly seen in the slender sword. It was the weapon spirit urging him to move. Long sword.

The word 'useless' emerged.

The useless sword, all hostile forces are useless in front of this sword.

The useless sword suddenly grew in size and continued to rise into the air, carrying a devastating aura. The aura obviously suppressed the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.

In the sky, a sword was hurtling upward, and a sword was thrust downward quickly. It is obviously easier to gain the upper hand with a top-down approach, but the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword appears to be too weak in this devastating duel.

"Hahahaha, this is the meaning of the sword."

Zhao Changxing laughed.

In the dojo, many monks were uncontrollably afraid, and some Jindan and Nascent Soul monks even knelt down in an instant.

Not voluntarily, but an uncontrollable feeling of 'surrender' arises in my heart.

This is the Immortal Sword.

An unrivaled sword.

"Poof!" Xu Liang spat out a mouthful of blood. Not only Xu Liang, the majestic sword intent made countless people in the dojo feel breathless.

Ji Xiuyuan quickly grabbed Xu Liang's shoulder with one hand, and a breath of breath penetrated Xu Liang's body to stabilize his body that was about to fall.

Mo Xiao lowered his head and glanced at his sword. The sword spirit in the sword actually curled up in a corner of the sword.

Why.

The monks in the human world still seem too insignificant and weak in the sword of the immortal.

An Hai's eyes were full of sorrow.

Countless people lowered their heads.

With this sword, Daoyou Chen was either killed or injured.

Mo Cui silently took out the plate of pills from his sleeve again.

"Bang!"

When the two swords collided, the color of the sky changed, the air was instantly distorted, and the turbulent and spreading aura lifted off the roofs of the Qiong Towers, turning them into powder in an instant.

"Crack!"

It was the sound of swords cracking.

"Wait a minute, it's the 'Useless Sword' that's cracked, but the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is intact."

"No, no?"

"Look, look, the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is still speeding downwards with the useless sword. The useless sword is really useless."

"Oh my god, Daoyou Chen is so tough. Why is Daoyou Chen so tough?"

"What a majestic sword intent. The sword intent of the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is still rising, and the Useless Sword has been completely suppressed."

"Hahaha, Chen Daoyou is like this."

"Bah, returning a sword to an immortal means nothing."

"Okay." An Hai punched heavily.

With this sword power alone, Daoyou Chen can probably hit me ten times. Mo Xiao twitched.

Fairy Biyuan's pale face showed a trace of blood, the color of excitement.

Princess Blossom subconsciously crossed her legs.

"No, it's impossible." Zhao Changxing was shocked.

It was clear that the sword intent of the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword was not as powerful as his just now, why was this happening?

Suddenly, he figured it out.

Chen Ping may have concentrated his sword intent so much that the overflowing sword intent was contained. This made it appear that the sword intent carried by the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword was far inferior to that of the Useless Sword.

High concentration is naturally to enhance the strength.

But the question is, where did Chen Ping get such a strong sword intention?

This is obviously a sword intention that monks in the human world cannot do!

Zhao Changxing himself is a sword cultivator. Although he is a clone, he is still much stronger than most of the half-step immortal monks, but his sword power is completely inferior to Chen Ping.

I'm afraid it's only 60-70% of Chen Ping's sword intent.

this.

How can it be.

"Bang!"

After Zhao Changxing sacrificed two defensive treasures, he still flew several feet away and spat out a mouthful of blood.

If Zhao Changxing had a total of ten bars of blood, this sword directly caused him to lose one bar.

"How did you do it?" Zhao Changxing's eyes were splitting.

Back then, after Liang Sheng's death, Chen Ping had entered his field of vision, but at that time Chen Ping was only at the sixth level of divine transformation. In his eyes, he was just a speck of dust and did not attract his attention at all.

At that time, he paid more attention to An Hai.

I didn't expect that Chen Ping would grow to such a level.

"Everyone in our village can do it. I am the weakest one. If you can't do it, it's because you are too weak." Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword fell from the sky again and suddenly grew in size.

"Ha, you're still here, do you think I don't have the means to deal with it?" Zhao Changxing sneered.

Zhao Changxing stamped his feet violently, and at the same time, countless tiles flew into the air, and continued to gather while speeding towards the sword.

It immediately gathered into a scabbard.

The scabbard rose into the air.

The moment it touched the big sword, it fit perfectly with the big sword and put a sheath on the big sword.

At that moment, with a loud bang, the scabbard and the sword disappeared at the same time.

"Hahaha, how about it?"

Zhao Changxing shouted arrogantly, but then he saw the sword roaring towards him again.

His expression was extremely cold.

Because this time, it wasn't just the sword above his head that came, there were also two swords coming from the front and back.

There are three identical swords, and the sword intent of each sword is as majestic as the sword intent of the previous one.

Zhao Changxing quickly took out the scabbard, but he could only take out one scabbard at a time.

I had to grit my teeth and throw out a few spiritual treasures again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three loud explosions were heard, and Zhao Xichen broke out in a cold sweat as he retreated between the explosions.

With this sword strike, the health bar dropped again.

"How do you achieve 'one technique transforming three swords'?"

One technique turns into three swords, and the sword's will never fades.

What kind of magical power is this?

It was so terrifying.

Chen Ping didn't answer and thrust out his sword again.

"You are looking for death!" Zhao Changxing's veins popped out, and the acupuncture points of the six seals suddenly shook. The red vortex disappeared and the seal was lifted.

Zhao Changxing completely ignored the words below: "Shameless, didn't you say you only use eight powers?", "Does the immortal speak like farts?", "Did you say that with your butt? Just regret it when you say you regret it?", "Shameless old thief, Have you lost all face?" and "Bah, it's a disgrace to your ancestors." There was a lot of abuse.

Zhao Changxing roared angrily, and a thin sheet floated in front of him. He punched it with both fists, and with a bang, the thin sheet turned into a bird and beast.

A bluebird neighed, soared into the sky, and then its huge wings covered the sky and the sun. It sharply folded its wings downwards and enveloped Zhao Changxing.

Chen Ping's big swords that followed him seemed to have been driven into cotton, and they all disappeared.

"go!"

Zhao Changxing roared, and a spiritual net flew towards Chen Ping rapidly.

Chen Ping fired a few spells, but the net was still intact.

I couldn't help but be surprised.

The Immortal's methods should not be underestimated. Chen Ping instantly retreated and struck out with a sword.

However, the net completely ignored the sword's intention and became blocking out the sky, instantly covering Chen Ping below.

Then it quickly contracted, instantly restraining Chen Ping.

The spiritual net continued to shrink, and Chen Ping suddenly felt severe pain throughout his body, and the scales of the holy body on his body made a cracking sound.

Chen Ping was shocked, and he immediately activated his spiritual energy and burst out his strongest scales.

But it didn't explode all at once, but was allowed to be bound by the spiritual network.

The stronger the binding force, the stronger the attack power of the spiritual net.

The binding force cannot rebound.

But the attack power is fine.

The fierce piercing power output from the spiritual net directly hit Chen Ping's body.

Not only the physical body, but more attack power penetrates the physical body and directly hits the soul, and the Nine Heavens Purple Ring is activated instantly.

Zhao Changxing in the distance originally wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but he suddenly felt a powerful attack coming directly.

He was horrified. He was so familiar with this attack power that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

It's the attack power of his spiritual network.

It actually rebounds the damage.

He was stunned for a moment, and his soul was disturbed for a moment. He was shocked, and he quickly stirred up his breath and threw out pieces of spiritual treasures to block it.

I heard people in the dojo saying "Ten items, already ten spiritual treasures.", "I'll count them for you, there are more than ten items.", "Do you want to show some face?", "You have lost your identity as an immortal. He ignored the insults." and "Bah, do you deserve the surname Zhao?"

He only has one idea now, kill Chen Ping.

At the same time launch a spell attack.

"Click, click!"

Chen Ping saw that the scales on his body were broken all over the place, and he realized that he could no longer be bound by the spiritual net.

This is a move that kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred.

The breath suddenly agitated.

"Bang."

The spiritual net finally exploded, and at the same time, dozens of scales on Chen Ping's body broke instantly.

Only five out of ten scales remain on the body.

‘The Immortal’s treasure is indeed powerful. ’

‘Half the scales were lost at once. ’

Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and before he could react, Zhao Changxing's spells came one after another.

"Sure enough, the Immortal Network can't stand you."

"Then give me a taste of my magical powers."

"The essence of the sun and the moon, the stars in the sky, please give me a helping hand." Zhao Changxing held the sky with one hand and looked up to the sky and roared.

The sky suddenly changed color, with dark clouds on one side and blue sky and white clouds on the other side. The sun was shining brightly on one side, and the moon actually appeared on the other side.

The sun and the moon shine together!

Not only that, there were stars all over the sky.

The picture is strange and indescribable.

Sunlight, moonlight, and stars all shine down.

"Ding!" A crescent moon grew out of thin air in the sky not far above Chen Ping's head.

"Ding!" A red sun suddenly appeared in the void far in front of Chen Ping.

"Ding!" A star appeared behind Chen Ping.

"Ding!."

More and more red suns, moons, and stars appear in the sky, densely packed.

"Ding!" Stars also appeared on Chen Ping's body.

Those red suns began to absorb Chen Ping's yang energy. Chen Ping was bathed in the red sun's absorption, and his scales made a 'click, click' sound again.

Those moons began to pull Chen Ping's soul, and the purple ring in the sky was turbulent.

Those stars began to fly towards Chen Ping like raindrops.

It was so late and so fast, it all happened almost within two breaths, which caught people off guard.

Chen Ping was overjoyed.

finally come.

After fighting for so long, this magical power is what I have been waiting for.

Then let’s have another battle of ‘Kill the enemy a thousand, and damage yourself eight hundred’.

In the dojo.

Countless people witnessed Chen Ping's face becoming distorted under the influence of the moon and the red sun.

The body began to tremble.

Although it can be seen that Chen Ping is constantly activating the defense layer and constantly casting spells to interfere with Zhao Changxing's power to pull the stars, it can also be seen that Chen Ping is indeed unable to resist.

Chen Ping's aura is weakening, and his soul is being extracted again.

These are all things that all the cultivators present can see clearly.

"It's over, it's over."

"Now Daoyou Chen is really finished."

"If we continue extracting like this, Chen Ping will die sooner or later."

"Quickly, tell fellow Daoist Chen to admit defeat, right?"

"Why admit defeat? Didn't you listen to what the shameless immortal named Zhao said? This is not a competition, but a personal grudge. Why should you admit defeat?"

"Then isn't Chen Ping dead?"

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Everyone at the scene held their breath and anxiously watched the showdown in Qiong Tower.

This time, they truly felt the pressure of death.

That is the pressure of the immortal.

It is a pressure that monks like them in the human world cannot resist.

If they were worried about Chen Ping's failure in the first few levels, they were just worried about failure, because Chen Ping never showed extreme pain, body trembling, facial distortion, and soul being stirred during the process of passing levels.

But now, these have appeared.

On the other hand, Zhao Changxing seemed much more relaxed.

"A crack appeared in front of Fellow Daoist Chen, and it was constantly swallowing up the attacks of the stars, but why didn't it swallow up the red sun and the moon?"

"That is probably the magical power of Fellow Daoist Chen. It may be the magical power of swallowing attack spells. But the red sun and the crescent moon seem to be sucking in Fellow Daoist Chen. In fact, they are not sucking. Instead, they are corroding Fellow Daoist Chen by the power of the sun and the moon. This It’s not really an attack spell.”

"Hey, isn't that difficult?"

"At this time, Qionglou is blocked. Even if I want to go up and help, I can't."

"It's thirty breaths, it's thirty breaths, Zhao, it's time. If you still have the slightest bit of shame, you should stop."

"What's the point of shouting this? This man's face is thicker than the wall outside the dojo. Even a sword from an immortal can't cut through his face. How can he care about those who are thirty or not?"

"I have never seen anyone so shameless."

"What a pity, Fellow Daoist Chen."

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In the dojo, Chen Ping silently counted the number of moons and red suns.

That's right.

This is the moment!

Chen Ping suddenly started.

Zhao Changxing in the distance was startled, and suddenly felt a tremor in his dantian. A long sword entered his dantian, and instantly stirred up his soul.

He was shocked.

He quickly used his Qi shield and flicked the small sword away.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood surged out.

The starry sky suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Changxing took several steps back, his face turned pale. He guarded his Dantian very tightly because he knew Chen Ping's methods.

But when his "Sun and Moon Encourage Together" magical power is used, when the number of sun and moon reaches a certain ratio, there will be a momentary loophole in his Dantian shield.

The vulnerability was small and short-lived.

This shortcoming is unknown to anyone but himself.

How did Chen Ping know?

Even if you know it, how do you do it? How to accurately grasp that one-in-a-million moment?

"puff!"

Zhao Changxing spit out another mouthful of blood.

This time, his Dantian was damaged, causing his blood bar to drop by five bars, and his life became in danger.

Suddenly he thought of something:

"Li Nai?"

"It's Rina, right?"

"No, no, Li Nai Yuan Shen is weak and has no ability to clone into the lower realm."

He was suddenly shocked:

"Was it before Li Nai returned to the spirit world? Was it you who sent Li Nai back to the spirit world? Damn it, damn it. Damn Li Nai, he won't let me go even after he dies."

This huge shock made Zhao Changxing subconsciously protect his Dantian with all his heart, and let other parts of his body relax subconsciously for a moment.

At this moment, Zhao Changxing felt that another mouthful of blood would surge out.

No, no.

This is not a spurt of blood.

When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, the blood all over the body surges up. The meridians are cut off within a tenth of a breath, and the blood flows backwards like a wild horse.

"puff!"

A blood fountain formed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a huge green sword fell from the sky.

With a loud noise, Zhao Changxing's physical body collapsed, and his fragmented soul floated out, looking extremely miserable.

Following this loud noise, there was silence in the dojo.

A pin drop audible silence.

It was silent for five breaths, and then burst into deafening cheers.

"Chen Ping wins again."

"Win!"

"Win!!"

"Win!!!"

"Win!!!!!!!!!"

All the suppressed emotions, all the aggrieved emotions, all the angry moods were all reduced to a simple word at this moment - "Win!"

This is the only word that can best express emotions.

Some of them shouted this word with a cry, and some shouted it with anger;

Some shouted this word with red eyes, and some shouted this word with tears in their eyes;

Some shouted the word while stamping their feet, while others waved their arms.

This emotion spread to the dome ruins at the same time and turned into a chorus of tens of thousands of people.

Later history books recorded that the spiritual energy fluctuations generated by this chorus of shouts spread to a sect dozens of miles away, ringing a huge bell that no one in that sect had been able to ring for thousands of years.

This is a celebration that will go down in history.

It was a battle that went down in history.

In this battle, a monk from the human world who was originally unknown, after passing three levels in a row, killed the immortal from the upper world with the power of an ant at the fourth level.

This was the first time that a monk from the lower realm defeated an immortal from the upper realm in front of everyone.

And the only time.

This battle has given the monks in the human world unparalleled confidence in the trillions of years since, a confidence that my destiny is up to me, a confidence that even the lowest monks have the confidence to fight for their own destiny, and a confidence that as long as they work hard, nothing will happen. Confidence that can shake a tree.

Fairy Biyuan felt that her face was a little cold, so she reached out and touched it, only to find that her face was already covered with tears.

She looked up at the man on the ladder.

Then he laughed heartily.

Baili Xianling kept wiping her tears, and they kept flowing out. She could never wipe them away, but there was a pleasant smile on her face.

Jia Zhongshou murmured to himself, "What kind of monster did I know back then?"

Fairy Qiu Shan was in a daze. If she could go to the spirit world, she must get to know Daoist Chen.

Mo Xiao looked at Mo Chou blankly: "Sister, I think I know who the person our family deduced is. Sister, go collect the elixir quickly. Don't be embarrassed. Oh, no, it's not needed."

An Hai looked up at the sky, and an old face suddenly smiled. The smile was as bright as the first ray of sunshine after months of rain.

In the ruins of the dome, the female cultivator sitting on the spiritual chair said softly: Master, this disciple knows what the meaning of the rest of his life is. This disciple will spend his whole life promoting the spirit of Daoyou Chen and filling the world with hope again.

Not far away, a veiled golden elixir female cultivator looked at the female cultivator on the spiritual chair: Senior, this junior is willing to follow senior in this life to spread the hope of senior Chen.