(Please click on it in ten minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”)) The sea breeze is gentle and the sound of waves is faint.

The red sunset is half in the sea and half in the sky, spreading large tracts of golden light wantonly, and the sunset glow in the sky dyes the vast expanse of blue waves red.

A rainbow light shot out from the sky, and in just a blink of an eye, it stood on the beach.

The splendor subsided, and a man in a green shirt appeared, holding two blood-stained male cultivators in his hands.

"Pu Yuanhao's death, the Pu family should have received the bad news immediately. There seems to be no need to keep these two little guys to delay."

Chen Ping thought about it secretly and looked down, with a hint of coldness on his face.

The two people lying on the sand, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, were none other than the powerful young master of the Deng family, Deng Chenhuan, and his slave Chen Wei.

After deciding their fate in an instant, Chen Ping's whole body rolled with black light, he sucked Deng Chenhuan's head with one hand, and used the Soul Searching Technique of Tianxiao.

Deng Chenhuan, whose soul was searched, seemed to be in pain even when he was in a coma. His face was distorted, his eyes rolled straight, and his whole body was shaking.

A moment later, his body suddenly shook violently, a stream of black blood flowed from his ears and nose at the same time, he groaned unconsciously, and passed out completely.

Chen Ping frowned, and a purple-blue flame erupted from his five fingers, turning the person in his hand into ashes.

The moment Deng Chenhuan's soul was extinguished, a huge blue eye appeared on the spot without any warning. It aimed at the surroundings, spun around rapidly, and then disintegrated into nothingness.

During the whole process, Chen Ping did not stop him. He just stood with his hands behind his hands and let his blue eyes peep.

It seems that Deng Chenhuan stored a trace of his soul in a high-grade soul jade before his death.

With his death, the soul jade cracked and the scene of his death was transmitted back.

However, this method seems magical, but in fact it is useless.

The murderer only needs to be slightly disguised to lose the tracking effect.

Therefore, compared with ordinary soul cards, the price of high-end soul jade has never widened the gap.

Of course, soul cards and soul jade are only low-level treasures.

Chen Ping heard from hearsay in his previous life that some of the core figures in the top Nascent Soul Sect had their souls stored in the Soul-Chasing Orb.

This object is a type of rare treasure that can intercept the breath of all living creatures within the viewing range.

The soul-chasing orb is obviously much more practical. Even if it changes its shape, it cannot change the innate aura of the creature.

This is also one of the reasons why accidents rarely happen to core disciples of big forces.

Without full confidence, who would dare to ignore the pursuit of the ancestor of Nascent Soul?

However, the cost of making a soul-chasing orb is no less than a spiritual treasure. Even in top sects that are as giant as the sky, only a very small number of monks are worthy of using this object to store their souls.

At least in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that Chen Ping and his two generations fought through, I had never encountered such a person before.

Watching the blue eyes disappear with an expressionless expression, Chen Ping collected a storage ring from Deng Chenhuan's ashes. Then he closed his eyes gently and digested this person's memory bit by bit.

The level of Tianxiao Soul Searching Technique is acceptable, and the power of his soul far exceeds that of Deng Chenhuan. The memory of the birth of this person's independent consciousness is being completely absorbed by him.

This Young Master Deng is truly a dandy worthy of the name.

Deng Chenhuan's biological father and mother are both half-step Yuan Dan level experts, and his grandfather and uncle are the two masters of the waters of Kongming Island.

This Deng Chenhuan himself also has top-grade gold and fire spiritual roots. With no worries about resources, it took him a hundred years to reach the advanced stage of foundation building.

The reason is obvious at a glance. Most of this person's cultivation time was wasted on having fun.

The number of fortresses that Deng Chenhuan conquered in his lifetime and the complexity of them made Chen Ping speechless.

After eliminating irrelevant memories with an ugly expression, Chen Ping continued to search for the information he wanted to know.

"The little guy actually carries two pieces of fourth-level ore."

After half a stick of incense, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes.

There was a hint of excitement in my heart, this was an unexpected surprise.

Deng Chenhuan did not come to Bazhu Island specifically to participate in the auction.

He was instructed by his grandfather Deng Fengcheng to go to the Yehuo League to build a Taoist artifact, and the two pieces of fourth-level ore were one of the main materials provided by the Deng family.

Knowing that he had offended the Yuandan monks during the auction, Deng Chenhuan was extremely cautious and did not take out the precious materials and hand them over to the weapon refiner of the Yehuo League to avoid being targeted by Chen Ping.

But God is not as good as man, and the materials for making Taoist weapons eventually fell into Chen Ping's hands.

"What a Shangguanjin."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Previously, Shangguan Jin made it clear that he did not know the purpose of Deng Chenhuan's visit to the Yehuo League.

But in Young Master Deng's memory, the two had a conversation about when to refine the Taoist weapon.

Shangguanjin obviously didn't tell the truth.

Chen Ping could probably guess this person's scruples, but he was afraid that he would take advantage of his wealth and kill people to seize treasures and drag the Yehuo Alliance into trouble.

But Shangguanjin never imagined that Yang Fanying, who had broken through the Yuan Dan realm, had already been possessed by a spiritual plant.

If he didn't get involved, he would never let go of these ready-made foundation-building nutrients after the Sky Vine devoured Alliance Leader Yang's vitality.

Naturally, Chen Ping would not allow Sky Vine to subvert the Yehuo Alliance.

After putting so much effort into running a human force, I guess Sky Vine wouldn't be too interested.

After the Deng family is dealt with, he will then package up and take over the Yehuo Alliance's properties. This is part of his follow-up plan.

Originally, Chen Ping had a pretty good impression of Shangguan Jin, and even had the idea of ​​letting him take over as the next leader of the Yehuo League.

It's a pity that this guy is not obedient enough yet, and he will need to be beaten hard before making a final conclusion in the future.

"Ahem..."

At this moment, there were bursts of violent coughing next to his feet. Chen Ping glanced sideways and realized that it was Chen Wei who was awake.

The boy was seriously injured by the aftermath of the Qinglian Sword Qi, and too much blood and essence was lost, causing him to fall into a deep coma.

The moment before Chen Wei woke up, Chen Pingping's spiritual power changed and he regained his appearance.

He vaguely saw a figure looking at him, and when his thoughts connected with the memories before his coma, Chen Wei felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Ignoring the severe pain in his body, he struggled to get up and knelt down. While kowtowing, he cried miserably: "Ancestor... have mercy on me. Chen Wei was so obsessed that he fled with his family's public property. His crime is unpardonable...

…Please ancestor, give this junior a chance to change his ways. This junior has low magical powers, but at least he has built a solid foundation. For the rest of his life, he is willing to serve as a pawn for the family and make up for his mistakes.”

"Ancestor, I never thought you did anything wrong."

Chen Ping patted Chen Wei on the shoulder and said something that made him extremely suspicious.

"Ancestor..."

Chen Wei didn't know why, he gasped and said intermittently: "It's the junior's mistake. The junior was blinded by greed and desire..."

Chen Ping smiled faintly, stopped his defense, and said leisurely: "I have a low-grade spiritual root. I am not taken seriously and there is no hope of building a foundation. I am absconding with resources. This is your only chance to break away from the wheel of destiny."

"If you were in another position, my ancestor would choose the same path as you."

"Even if the future is full of thorns, don't we monks have to be enterprising by any means necessary?"

"But……"

Suddenly, Chen Ping's tone changed, and he said coldly: "You shouldn't have done anything. You were lucky enough to build the foundation, but you still lived at large for many years, with no intention of returning to the clan to plead guilty."

"Be ruthless, unfaithful and unfilial. This is the extremely evil nature of your nature. It is not a simple matter of right or wrong."

Those sharp eyes that could freeze volcanoes swept over him. Chen Wei felt bad and tried his best to mobilize the magic power in his body, but all his efforts were in vain.

How could he easily break the seal arranged by Yuan Dan monk?

Without the blessing of mana and spiritual consciousness, he was worse than a strong mortal at this time.

"According to clan rules, foundation-building monks are exempt from death penalty."

Chen Ping clasped his hands behind his back and sneered: "But if I want to revitalize the family, there is no way I can keep you for future generations to follow. Let's go down and reunite with your biological brother. He has been lonely for many years."

Then, with Chen Wei's horrified expression, a finger passed between his eyebrows and directly crushed the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

His body fell, making a shallow pit in the sand under his feet.

After collecting the corpse's belongings, Chen Ping fired a fireball into the pit without any incident.

Since then, the two brothers Chen Xintong and Chen Wei all died under his hands.

The elderly Chen Jinsong was placed under house arrest in Fuge Mountain and was not allowed to have contact with his tribe.

Daughter-in-law Chen Dieyu also had a bumpy road to immortality. Under Chen Ping's suppression, although this daughter was a family elder, her status was not even as good as that of deacon Chen Qiudong.

A lineage that was supposed to be prosperous was extremely unlucky when it met Chen Ping.

Regardless of Chen Ping's high-sounding words, Chen Wei was sentenced to death with great justice.

The real situation is that he feels that Chen Wei has no use value at all.

This man has a powerful thunder-attributed spiritual power in his body. It seems that the senior officials of the Deng family put a restriction similar to a spider web blood seal in order to control him.

Chen Ping tried it before, but it was not impossible to break it.

However, the operation process took at least a year, and it was at the critical moment of the war between the two clans. Chen Ping had no leisure and elegance to solve it for him.

Therefore, out of sight and out of mind, Chen Ping simply gave him death.

Standing at the edge of the large spiritual boat, Chen Ping looked around. After a flash of light in his eyes, he readjusted his direction and sailed towards the depths of the endless sea.

…

Kongming Island is a third-level island, spanning thousands of miles from east to west.

In terms of prosperity, although it is not as prosperous as Wangqin Island, people still come and go. Every year, tens of thousands of monks come here to trade.

There are often caravans coming all the way from the Shuangcheng sea area and stationed on Kongming Island.

The overlord of Kongming Island with overwhelming power is the Deng family.

The Deng family has been established for more than two thousand years, and there are forty-five foundation-building monks named Deng alone, not counting the major affiliated forces.

With the rise of Deng Shunqi, the Deng family's Dual-Yuan Dan Lei Cultivator took over and became the most powerful existence within a radius of 100,000 miles.

Above Kongming Island, in the binary sky seven thousand feet away, there were lightning and thunder, and the dark clouds were densely packed, and the color became darker and darker.

After a while, strong winds blew up, streaks of blue-purple lightning flashed across the sky, thunder roared wildly, and thunder rained down from the sky.

In the extreme celestial phenomenon where any thunder and lightning could kill the foundation-building monks, there was an old man with a square face in white robes walking freely in the sea of ​​thunder, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in his own garden.

The old man looks to be between six and seventy years old. His hair is a little gray, but he is full of energy and has a ruddy complexion. He has a pair of red and phoenix eyes that are calm and intimidating. You can tell at a glance that he is someone who has been in a high position for a long time.

"Bang!"

After the dull sound of thunder, a dazzling electric light flashed across the sky. Then, the whole sky seemed to be burning with purple thunder fire. The cold and biting wind rolled up the billowing clouds, and they were beaten into nothingness.

.

The sound of thunder, wind, and rain intertwined together, coupled with the streaks of purple lightning, the scene was really like a giant wielding a sharp sword in a desperate fight with an equally matched enemy.

Facing such a terrifying celestial phenomenon, the old man was not surprised but overjoyed, and jumped into the deepest part of the electric light.

I saw that the spiritual power all over his body was great, and between the two palms, a lavender thunder ball appeared there, and densely packed tiny arcs flickered and danced on its surface.

This arc ball was only a few inches in size at first, but as the old man continued to travel through the sea of ​​thunder, the thunder ball rapidly expanded and grew in size with a slight buzzing sound, and it grew to full size in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the old man spit out a large mouthful of blood and stopped walking listlessly.

After shaking his head regretfully, he took the thunder ball and flew out of the sea of ​​thunder and lightning without saying a word.

"Alas, this Wuwu Purple Thunder Natural Disaster is so powerful that even a Lei Xiu in the late Yuan Dan stage can't hold on for ten breaths."

The square-faced old man sighed helplessly, opened his mouth and sucked in the thunderball, swallowing it in one gulp.

In an instant, he felt as if he had taken a ten thousand-year elixir, and his khaki complexion quickly returned to normal.

"Collect five more and I might be able to break through the bottleneck."

The old man stared hesitantly in the direction of the sea of ​​thunder. The old man had exhausted his mana and looked reluctant to give up. However, he did not dare to step in for the second time. With a wave of his sleeves, he drove a lightning blue dragon and prepared to land on the ground.

At this time, his eyes flashed, and he saw about thirty miles away, a blue dragon also made of purple light and lightning, flying towards the thunder sea at great speed.

A young man in his twenties stood with his head held high. He had a delicate face, fair skin, and looked like a frail scholar.

"Shun Qi, you came just in time."

Ten miles away, the square-faced old man smiled at the young monk with a loud voice: "Three years later, the sky on Kongming Island has reappeared with purple thunder. However, the power of this celestial phenomenon is extremely great. You go in and collect the thunder."

You have to be careful when playing ball, even I was almost seriously injured just now."

"Uncle Cheng, something happened."

Deng Shunqi looked at Lei Hai with a gloomy expression, and then moved his mouth slightly.

After the square-faced old man heard what he said, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said with a cold expression: "Who is so bold as to dare to touch my grandson, Deng Fengcheng? Has the picture of the high-level soul jade been passed back to the family?"

Yes, this square-faced old man is Deng Fengcheng, the first member of the Kongming Deng family.

The young monk who hurriedly came from behind was another supreme elder of the Deng family, Deng Shunqi.

"The scene recorded by the soul jade has been sent back. The Qingshang monk who killed Chen Huan is very strange. I checked all the family information and there is no information about this person, so I speculate that the gangster has most likely changed his appearance.

."

Deng Shunqi suppressed his anger and said in a stiff tone: "Chen Huan died on a desert island. His follower Chen Wei was lying on the beach at the time, with scars all over his body and his life or death unknown."
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