Mortal Alchemy

This move directly drained more than half of Chen Ping's spiritual power.

The power was astonishing, and the results were gratifying.

The Myriad Manifestations Torrential Sword is now considered Chen Ping's trump card. If he wants to test its power, he naturally can't let too many people know about it.

Otherwise, he might expose his weakness to the enemy.

Chen Ping gasped for breath, recovering his condition.

He walked forward and put the corpses of the two demonic beasts into his spatial ring.

After cleaning up the traces of the battlefield, he flew towards the sky.

Meng Huang'er's eyes were full of surprise: "Junior Brother, you are amazing!"

She had only flown up and stayed for a short while, not even half the time it takes to drink a bowl of tea.

Those two powerful talking demonic creatures were solved by Chen Ping.

Generally, demonic creatures that can speak have extraordinary bloodlines and talents, and are expected to step into the third-order demonic beast realm, which are much more powerful than ordinary second-order demonic beasts.

Chen Ping said: "Senior Sister is exaggerating. These two demonic beasts are not as strong as you think, and they were also a little careless. I caught their flaws, and that's why I killed them in two moves."

"Let's go, catch up with the main force, and we have to protect Senior Sister Luo Fei and the others."

They didn't delay for too long, and it wouldn't take too long to catch up with the group of people in front.

But in this way, in the subsequent battles, Chen Ping can slack off, at most just picking up the scraps.

"Yes, Junior Brother." Meng Huang'er's beautiful eyes were slightly resentful, somewhat complaining about her weak strength.

She must work hard to cultivate to become a third-order body cultivator.

Meng Huang'er manipulated the flying artifact, flying at low altitude.

After an incense stick of time, she caught up with the people in front.

The two sides stopped chasing, the battle became fierce, and they were engaged in intense fighting.

Chen Ping didn't care about the cultivators from the Demon Subduing Sect, the Heaven-Born Sect, and the Myriad Desires Pavilion.

Mu Luofei, Mu Xingling, and Zhou Ying each fought a demonic beast, and were finding it difficult to cope.

Chen Ping was not in a hurry to take action, sitting on the deck watching the battle, looking like he had suffered a great loss of vitality.

He swallowed a medicinal pill, and his spiritual power recovered quickly. Having half of his spiritual power was enough for a battle, equivalent to a normal, fully-fledged Foundation Establishment cultivator.

When his condition was almost restored, Chen Ping summoned the Aurora Sword. Cyan light surged, turning into seven or eight cyan lotuses, floating towards the three women.

The few women were naturally familiar with the Cyan Lotus Sword Technique, and even knew what Chen Ping meant by sending the cyan lotuses over.

The cyan lotuses immediately erupted with dozens of cyan sword energies, surging towards the demonic beasts in front of the women.

The three women also cooperated tacitly, following the sword energy to kill the demonic beasts.

The three women, covered in fragrant sweat, killed the demonic beasts, panting as they came to Chen Ping's side. Without saying a word, they quickly took out medicinal pills to swallow and refine, restoring their condition.

In the very center of the battlefield, Proprietor Gao coughed blood as he fought, fighting fiercely with several demonic cultivators!

Around him, several corpses of demonic cultivators were already lying.

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's going on here?"

Zhou Ying, panting fragrantly, explained: "The demonic cultivators are cunning. They deliberately sent a few people to their deaths, while the main force hid on the flying boat, disguised as tributes. They waited for Proprietor Gao to get close before ambushing him."

"The demonic thieves are insidious and cunning." Chen Ping commented: "But the battle here is about to end."

After all, they had encountered the elite forces of the four sects. Although these demonic beasts and demonic cultivators were troublesome to deal with, they were not invincible.

These demonic beasts were all walking merit points.

It seemed that he would not be able to pick up any scraps.

The five people from the Demon Subduing Sect were charging at the front, fighting fiercely with the demonic cultivators, and there was no need for Chen Ping to intervene.

After another quarter of an hour, the battle on the scene gradually came to an end.

Proprietor Gao was covered in blood, obviously suffering serious injuries.

The others also had some signs of injury. If Chen Ping hadn't arrived in time, the three women would have also been injured, and they could barely kill the demonic beasts.

This time out, he gained three more merit points.

The harvest was not small.

Just as everyone was rescuing the captured humans on the boat,

"Boom!!!"

A huge explosion sounded from behind.

Changkong Zhenren's huge sword manifestation emerged, and his weak voice came out: "All soldiers...retreat quickly..."

These few plain words made Chen Ping and the others' hairs stand on end and their scalps tingle.

This meant that Changkong Zhenren had not defeated the red demonic tiger, the sword formation had been broken, and it had escaped.

How could second-order cultivators deal with a third-order demonic beast?

"Go!!!" Chen Ping immediately activated the White Jade Flying Boat, turning into extreme speed, and fled in a direction.

Behind them, a red demonic tiger came from behind, its tiger body covered with sword marks, its tail broken in half, its expression extremely fierce, and its body was burning with fiery red demonic power.

"As expected!"

The cultivators who were slightly slower on the scene were directly grabbed by the red demonic tiger, who opened its bloody mouth and began to devour them, which made people shudder:

"I can't kill that old sword cultivator, so I can only use you toys to vent my anger."

Even from a distance, one could feel the pressure of that third-order demonic beast, making people uncomfortable, almost suffocating, and afraid to breathe.

Chen Ping urged the White Jade Flying Boat, not daring to look back.

He flew straight towards the Demon Subduing Market.

A few hundred miles of distance, under full urging, would be reached in one or two hours.

The few people returned safely to the dojo in the market, opened the formation, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Mu Xingling said with lingering fear:

"Fortunately, Ping Lang arrived in time. If he had come any later, this concubine and her younger sisters would probably not have killed the demonic beasts yet, and that third-order demonic tiger would have arrived."

Mu Luofei and Zhou Ying nodded with pale faces.

They had brushed shoulders with death.

If the third-order demonic tiger wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as treating them like toys, enough to kill them with one blow and become food.

Chen Ping comforted:

"Life and death are predestined, wealth is in the heavens. Whether you can survive depends on your own good fortune."

"Restore your condition well, things will not be calm next."

Demonic beasts, demonic cultivators, and third-order demonic tides, with human traitors lurking in the market, made people shudder.

Half a day later, several streams of light flew into the market, obviously others had returned.

But Chen Ping was not in a hurry to inquire about how many people had returned alive.

Since the sword dao secret medicine was gone, Chen Ping took Peiyuan Pills and Body Tempering Pills to increase his cultivation foundation.

A day later, Changkong Zhenren's sword dao dharma appearance emerged, summoning them to the market master's dojo.

Mu Luofei said: "Junior Brother, this is to reward merit and exchange promises."

Chen Ping nodded: "Let's go."

Knowing that there were internal traitors in the market, the five of them must act together in the future and cannot act alone.

The demonic beasts had suffered a great loss this time, and they might ambush them nearby.

Arriving at the market master's dojo.

Originally there were twenty-one people, but now there were only thirteen people left.

The Myriad Desires Pavilion had one female cultivator left, the Heaven-Born Sect had three people left, the Eastern Xuan Sect had five people, and the Demon Subduing Sect had four people.

And Proprietor Gao's child had just been sent over by Chen Ping.

Proprietor Gao's eyes were weak and excited, and he was applying glass-like medicine all over his body to heal his injuries.

Changkong Zhenren was also seriously injured:

"Everyone who survives this time will receive twenty merit points."