Chen Ping gathered a shield to cover his whole body, and then began to think calmly.

Although this man imprisoned him, he had no intention of attacking.

Otherwise, the blue glow could completely crush it instantly.

Secondly, there was no sign of rescue for Liang Yingzhuo who was outside.

It means that the person who suddenly took action should be on the same side as them.

Does the Phaseless Formation Sect have Nascent Souls that specialize in water attributes?

Chen Ping had an idea, and he clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Which senior is joking with this junior? Why don't you show up and see me."

"From your tone, you think you are a Yuanying monk!"

As soon as the mocking words were spoken, the surrounding blue sea rolled violently. ??

In an instant, the color became exactly the same as that of the deep sea, and it swept in fiercely, as if it was about to squeeze Chen Ping in the center to death.

"Who is it that attacked me at the slightest disagreement?"

A trace of anger flashed through Chen Ping's heart, and his hands shrunk in his sleeves suddenly clenched.

Suddenly, the sword glow on his body burst out, and a sword and shield shot out.

Almost at the same moment, the surrounding air and sea water suddenly stirred.

Under the influence of the innate sword heart, it transformed into pieces of sword clouds with sword tips facing outward.

However, a scene that horrified him appeared.

An extremely thick strange force suddenly coiled out, directly covering the sword cloud.

Immediately, the newly condensed sword clouds let out bursts of whining, and were all knocked back into the airflow, leaving the sea water in its original state.

Chen Ping's expression changed. He knew that this was because the opponent was too much stronger than him. In one fell swoop, he shattered his sword intention and broke the spell of the sword realm.

But he is not the type to sit back and die.

With another shake of his sleeves, the Purple Rhinoceros Sword, which had been promoted to a spiritual treasure, flew out with twenty psychic swords.

It circled around Chen Ping briefly and turned into pieces of mysterious light, protecting him outside the fire shield.

These spiritual swords are real magic weapons.

The hidden Yuanying monk was unable to counterattack.

"Wow!"

The blue light struck hundreds of feet in front of Chen Ping.

There was a distorted flash, and a blurry face appeared.

It can be vaguely seen that he is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

"You're just a half-step fourth-level Jindan sword cultivator. Let me see if your strength is what the rumors say."

The lips on Lingshui's face opened and contracted, and his hollow voice showed his condescension.

After hearing this, Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief although he did not let down his guard.

The person coming must be the Nascent Soul helper newly arranged by the Formation Sect.

"How dare you show your shame in front of your seniors with your humble tricks?"

Chen Ping pretended to be frightened and smiled bitterly.

If you don't talk about it, you really can't beat it.

This meaningless discussion is completely unnecessary.

Who knows that the other party has no intention of letting him go, and his face is full of threats: "Attack me, otherwise, you will not be the only one who will die in my hands!"

"If the senior asks for a beating, the junior will be offended."

His eyelids twitched fiercely, and Chen Ping's expression turned cold for a moment. With a squeeze of two fingers, the aura of the Zhoutian Ten Thousand Jue Sword Formation spread out.

Using weak pressure and strong pressure, he managed to open up a world in the space filled with water spiritual power.

Once the power increases again, it will naturally benefit from the strengthening of the formation base.

Previously in Yanning City, Chen Ping invested another 400,000 mid-grade spiritual stones.

After spending huge amounts of resources, the sword formation can now be used as a conventional means of fighting across a large realm.

"Hey, Tianpin Sword Formation is quite rare."

The leisurely voice of the old man appeared again, and then, the blue face shattered, and drops of sea water fell from all directions, hitting the sword array.

The golden threads formed by the Wanjue Sword Formation were flying slightly, like spinning wheels, splitting the water droplets around them and scattering them, making it impossible to get close.

Seeing that the other party's methods did not cause any trouble, Chen Ping's eyes were still gloomy.

The attack just now was just a tentative attack, not as powerful as the magic of the Kirin Kick.

The pupil technique was activated, and his eyes kept scanning around.

Unfortunately, apart from the blue color, there is nothing noteworthy about it.

"Twenty-one spiritual swords of acceptable quality, even if they are in the Fancang Sea, it will take a lot of energy to collect them."

The old voice hidden somewhere was slightly surprised, and then there was a violent shaking and a loud whistling sound.

With a wave of water spirit power, a hundred-foot-tall treasure ship floated out of thin air.

This ship is made entirely of flowing water.

There is no side or sail, and there is a vast coercion everywhere in the strangeness.

As soon as the treasure ship appeared, it immediately turned rapidly and made a screaming sound like breaking through the waves and riding the wind.

A huge vortex climbed up from the bottom of the ship, it was pitch black, and it was hundreds of feet in diameter.

Large swaths of colorful clouds shot out from the center of the vortex and rolled menacingly downward.

Chen Ping looked shocked and knew something was wrong, so he quickly used his sword skills to kill one step ahead.

The long sword wire made a clear sound, and the original open and close posture suddenly changed.

At the same time, as the light continued to flow, a gorgeous lotus flower slowly broke through the clouds.

The eternal ancient flame burned suddenly, and the sword threads seemed to be summoned, and they gathered towards it one after another.

At this moment, the whirlpool came down and swept the entire lotus into it.

"Creak"

"Creak"

As soon as the two came into contact, there was an unpleasant sound of countless magic weapons slashing.

It was so harsh that it made people's hearts tremble.

"not good!"

Chen Ping's eyes suddenly shrank.

Whether it is the Ten Thousand Jue Sword Formation or the Unquenchable Ancient Flame, they are all controlled by his spiritual consciousness, no different from his own hands and feet.

But at this moment, the sword lotus was actually pulled by a huge force at the same time, as if it was about to fly to a high place.

Chen Ping's expression changed slightly. He had no time to absorb more sword threads, and all the magic power in his body suddenly started to circulate.

If he was really an ordinary Golden Elixir Dzogchen, facing this suction force, he might have lost control of the spell.

But his consciousness is much stronger and thicker than others of the same level.

In addition, the Nascent Soul did not cast the spell with all its strength.

As a result, Jianhe finally managed to tremble and barely offset the suction force under the forceful suppression of his urgent magic power.

Still spinning around Chen Ping, resisting the colorful glow emitted by the vortex.

"Could it be that some Taoist fellow from the Formation Sect passed down the Divine Soul Technique to you?"

The hidden Nascent Soul tested many of Chen Ping's trump cards in one fell swoop, and said with great interest.

"This junior is quite familiar with several Nascent Souls of the Formation Sect. Please show mercy to me, senior."

Stepping on the lotus with one foot, Chen Ping said respectfully.

Although they only fought briefly once, he knew that he had almost no room for resistance.

The only thing you can count on is the Starry Sky Technique.

But everything was blocked in all directions.

If you rely on escape skills to break through, you may be seriously injured physically.

"My Taoist friends from the Mona Formation Sect suppressed me, but I have always acted unscrupulously!"

The old voice came again, and then the whirlpool turned into a lifelike feather fan and fell towards Chen Ping.

"He is not the Yuanying of the Formation Sect!"
To be continued...