"What kind of spiritual fire is this!"

Yu Hugu's face was twisted, and his shrill screams echoed across the top of the cliff. The purple-blue flames, like maggots attached to bones, completely ignited half of his body.

"Huh?"

Although Chen Ping was fighting with Meng Liangyuan, his consciousness was always paying attention to Yu Hugu, and he saw a burst of emerald green light burst out from the man's chest, struggling to resist the dry blue and purple flames, and actually slightly stopped the spread of the fire.

The defense of wood-attribute skills is unique, and generally has a strong self-healing ability.

Therefore, even with the ferocity of the blue and purple flames, it will not be able to complete the work in a short while.

"ah!"

With a solemn expression, Yu Hugu held the mother sword in his backhand, slashed it against his collarbone, and cut off his burning left arm.

Next, he scattered a few drops of essence and blood without hesitation, grabbed the mother sword with his right hand and flew up into the sky.

"Want to escape?"

Chen Ping smiled coldly, held up several colorful talismans, and threw them directly at Yu Hugu.

This is his inventory before foundation building. They are all second-level attack talismans, and there is even a medium-grade Lihuohaihai talisman.

With this throw, thousands of spiritual stones evaporated invisible, but he did not regret it.

Reluctant to let go of the child, one cannot trap the wolf.

Yu Hugu's net worth is quite large, which is more than enough to make up for his losses.

"boom!"

Several miles away from the horizon, spiritual powers of various attributes were seen raging crazily, and the nearby area exploded into a mass of ruins. Yu Hugu himself was instantly reduced to nothing in the sea of ​​​​fire from the Lihuo Hell Talisman, as if he had never been there before. Leave no trace in this world.

A shining ring fell rapidly, and with a thought, Chen Ping wrapped it tightly with his huge spiritual consciousness, and pulled it together with the twin swords.

"Little evil!"

Meng Liangyuan couldn't help but feel frightened and angry. This guy was in a fierce battle with him, and he dared to ask Da to collect the spoils. He really didn't take him seriously.

"Bah!"

Taking advantage of Chen Ping's distraction, Meng Liangyuan used the moon-sucking bag again, and repeated his trick and swallowed the Feng Ling Sword in one gulp.

Then, his face turned pale and he quickly took a recovery pill.

Although the moon-absorbing bag is a top-notch spiritual weapon with powerful effects, it consumes a lot of mana every time it is activated. Even if he is in the late stage of foundation building, he can only operate it a few times.

After losing his sense of Feng Ling Sword, Chen Ping did not panic. Instead, he sneered and said, "Fellow Daoist Meng, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Top-quality spiritual weapons have always been exclusive to Dzogchen monks, and even a very small number of casual cultivators who have just entered Yuan Dan will still use top-quality spiritual weapons when fighting enemies.

There is no other reason. The higher the level of the magic weapon, the more mana it consumes and it cannot last at all.

"Death!"

Meng Liangyuan yelled, and a wheel-shaped spiritual weapon flew out of the storage ring. It looked similar to the Nanli Wheel, but it didn't have sharp teeth extending around.

"Wan Huo Lun, go!"

Infused with spiritual power, this chakra erupted into a faint red, and wisps of half-finger-long flames appeared all over the body. The red flames moved and made the air sizzle.

"Are you playing with fire in front of me?"

Chen Ping's voice was as loud as a bell, but his expression showed a hint of solemnity. The incoming fire wheel was swirling with flames, the strong wind was scorching, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with the full blow of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

With his mind sinking into his Dantian, the spiritual points in Chen Ping's body lit up one after another, his shirt suddenly tore open, his fleshy palms expanded several times, and they were all covered with a layer of strange purple-blue flames.

Then, the dry blue and purple flames in the palms were pulled away directly, turning into a pair of phantoms several feet high.

This phantom was like a substance, and seemed to carry a huge force, forcibly shaking the ground in a radius of half a mile by three inches.

"go!"

Chen Ping just waved his arms, and the Wanhuo Wheel was shaken to the point of collapse.

The monstrous flame palm of the Dacheng realm is far more destructive than the annihilating flame finger!

"kill!"

Gritting his teeth, Meng Liangyuan pointed at the Wheel of Ten Thousand Fires, and a huge amount of spiritual power swarmed in. Suddenly the flames on the wheel surged again, flying three feet high, and the hot breath seemed to burn the world to dry.

"Rumble..."

The roar is loud!

The phantom of the flaming palm instantly shattered, turning into streams of dark red gas intertwined with the flames generated by the Ten Thousand Fire Wheels, and bursting one after another.

After such a stalemate for more than ten breaths, the entire body of Wanhuo Wheel was surrounded by the shadow of the palm. Under the strong blue and purple flames, its firelight became dimmer and dimmer. Finally, it let out a mournful "woo", lost all its spiritual power, and "clanged" It fell to the ground.

"What, what kind of secret technique is this? Even Wanhuo Wheel is vulnerable!"

Meng Liangyuan was shocked. His natal spiritual weapon was no match for a fire attribute magical power?

However, he couldn't think too much at the moment. Ten feet away, a pair of dark red palms pressed against him. His fingers moved slightly, and a gray vortex air flow enveloped his body.

"Zi Zi"

The monstrous flame palm struck the whirlpool, exploding countless flames, gold and iron clashed, and thunder fell from the sky. From this point, sand and rocks flew around, and the sun and moon were dimmed.

After more than ten breaths, the explosion finally stopped. Chen Pingfei lifted himself off the ground and took a closer look. He saw that Meng Liangyuan was standing in the center of the pit, but his body was stained with blood and no part of his clothes was intact. He had obviously suffered a severe injury. of trauma.

"It is undeniable that your strength is beyond my imagination."

Meng Liangyuan's face was as yellow as wax, his lips were purple, his gray beard was trembling, and his eyes, sunk in the sockets, looked directly at Chen Ping like a pair of beads.

By now, he had already given up the idea of ​​escaping.

This kid's magical powers are terrifyingly powerful. He is already above him at the early stage of foundation building. If Chen Ping is allowed to grow up, the Meng family will be destroyed in his hands.

"He must be strangled!"

Meng Yuanliang's heart was flooded with murderous intent, and he took a deep breath resolutely. At the same time, his spiritual mind probed into the storage ring.

As the former Yuan Dan force, the Meng family's ancestors also passed down several life-saving trump cards.

Relying on those treasures, the Meng family turned the tide many times and avoided genocide.

However, after hundreds of years, only two third-level middle-grade talismans remained.

He carries one with him, and the other stays with his family to suppress his luck.

"Let's die together!"

Meng Yuanliang laughed crazily. Although he could barely activate the third-level talisman, the aftermath of the energy released alone was not something that a foundation-building monk could withstand.

"hey-hey!"

Chen Pingping was expressionless and stared at him from a distance. Just before his laughter ended, a ghostly shadow seemed to teleport across a space of more than ten feet and clamped tightly on his wrist.

Chen Ping was careful to guard against Meng Liangyuan's dying counterattack from beginning to end.

The Demonic Escape Shadow Step blessed by blood essence and blood, at this small distance, was really like the golden elixir monk's magical power of teleportation. He couldn't use it in the blink of an eye, so he moved to Meng Liangyuan's side.

Then, a spiritual power comparable to that of a Dzogchen monk rushed into his mind. Chen Liangyuan felt his vision go dark, and his five senses were shaken. He suddenly lost consciousness, and the third-level talisman appeared in Chen Ping's hand.

"Reincarnate, Elder Meng!"

Chen Ping's voice was cold, and his palms mixed with dry blue and purple flames pressed hard towards his heart.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!