Chen Ping didn't want to know these boring things, so he said directly:

"You are mentally prepared in advance. Han cannot boast about being able to bring her back safely."

"Seniors do their best, but I believe that my fate with my son has not been cut off."

Xu Wenqing smiled slowly and said with confidence.

Seeing this person spending a lot of resources and asking a Nascent Soul monk to take action, Chen Ping felt a little touched for a moment. ??

For him, it was indeed incredible.

But Xu Wenqing may not consider whether it is worth it, but the old love that we have been together is enough.

He endured some cruel words, but he still held them back.

The human race likes to take the sea race as its favor. Similarly, the sea monks have also raised many people to favor.

The two tribes have similar forms, but there are not such big obstacles in terms of combination.

Xu Wenqing's Taoist couple has been in the sea clan for many years, but I don't know if they have been ruined.

...

Wunian Island is extremely prosperous, but as we go north, the closer we get to the sea tribe, the more people become, the more rare it becomes.

Even the second-level islands with good cultivation environment often cannot point out a few monks.

On this day, a calm-faced monk in purple robe descended from the sky and slowly landed on the sea.

After hearing him recite the mantra quickly, a pair of magnificent white fish fins suddenly spread out on his back.

With a "swoosh", the purple-robed monk disappeared from his original place.

It was not until more than ten thousand miles away that he staggered and stabilized his body.

After suppressing the boiling blood and blood, the man said excitedly, "No obstacles, escaped 13,000 miles away, and the ordinary Nascent Soul monk can only look at my back and eat ashes!"

"No, they can't catch me at all."

After applauding his performance, Chen Ping laughed wildly in joy.

Six years ago, after collecting a large number of high-level ore from various sects, he found a remote island to take out the second floor of the starry sky technique.

What shocked him was that this time he consumed four times the amount of ore he had before.

Even if the ore resources of a whole fifth-level island were plundered, they could barely be able to exchange them.

After being poured by Wutong Tianye, he still used it for nearly six years before he realized it and expanded the meridian circulation.

Until today, he only cast a spell.

Fortunately, the improvement of the Starry Sky Technique did not disappoint him.

From the first level to the 7,000 miles of movement, to the 9,000 miles of mana increase after the Nascent Soul, one step further reaches an exaggerated level of 13,000.

This horrifying escape method is no longer described by ordinary teleportation.

It is simply the prototype of the magical power of space.

An ordinary Nascent Soul monk will definitely have no choice but to do anything to him.

This is also the strongest reliance for Chen Ping to dare to rob the sea tribe alone.

"If only this is the only way, the preciousness of the Starry Sky Technique cannot surpass too many soul Techniques."

Turning around, Chen Ping turned on his pupil technique and looked behind him with anticipation.

The trajectory that had just been traversed was within five thousand miles of his position, but there was no strange phenomenon.

But the initial 8,000-mile range was a chaotic and violent scene.

As the wind blows, cracks of black and white spaces are wandering around, densely packed and scattered around.

The wider ones are as big as the rift, and the shorter ones are as thick as the fingers. From time to time, there are also "rumbling" thunderstorms.

At first glance, this seems to be some kind of natural deep-sea scene.

But in every crack in the space, there were flashes and pieces of golden bird feathers stuck to them.

Therefore, this space storm must be a trace of magic.

"Clang"

After a while, it seemed as if the iron chain was dragging from far to near, and a "boom" sound came from a loud bang, and a small gray shadow appeared out of thin air.

A towering silver tree hangs over the gray shadows, and its branches and leaves are constantly sprouting and stretching.

"Boom!"

The cracks in the space seemed to have eyes, and they overflowed into the gray shadows wildly.

At the beginning, the silver tree was powerful and could easily resist it.

But as the storm gathers, its light dims silently.

After two breaths, with a "puff" sound, the silver tree scattered into light spots and returned to the gray shadow's body.

Just as the cracks in the space continued to swallow in the center, they suddenly twisted violently and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Big Ash, with your physical defense, it seems that you can't finish this journey."

After dispersing the magic trick, Chen Ping flew over with a smile.

"Jiji!"

In the distance, a beetle like a bull whirred aggrievedly and threw herself into Chen Ping's arms.

The gray shadow, who was almost strangled by the space storm before, was his spiritual pet, Da Hui Zhenjun.

"I am getting stronger and stronger, and it proves that you have followed the right master and should congratulate you."

Flirting with the hard worm horns, Chen Ping smiled proudly.

The scene of the infusion in the wutong leaves back then was still Kunpeng passing through the terrifying star disaster.

However, the star disaster has already covered the domain.

A scattered gravel can fill the sea, and a weed can cut off the mountains.

The sky is turning upside down in the blink of an eye.

With the escape method alone, the white Kunpeng has no way to escape.

So, the next time it spreads its wings, it will generate visions after its tail, each of which is ten thousand times stronger than the cirrus cloud fire of the four heavens.

The disaster led by the stars collapsed suddenly.

Kunpeng is safe again for the time being.

When Chen Ping wanted to continue watching with relish, the power of the Golden Pattern Magic Leaf was exhausted and his spiritual sense retreated.

Therefore, he naturally put the big gray behind deliberately to test the power of astral arts.

In addition to greatly improving the escape technique, the second level of starry sky technique also cultivates a kind of vision behind the Kunpeng tail, Pengyu Storm.

It can be regarded as a kind of second-stage magical power to get rid of the enemy's pursuit.

It can be seen that the Starry Sky Technique is not a simple escape method.

Of course, the Pengyu Storm released by his control of the escape light is far from comparing with Kunpeng itself.

Facts have proven.

The strength of the body of the big ash marked by the ancient tree is about a fraction of the late fifth stage.

From this, it is judged that if Peng Yu Storm strangled the late stage of the Nascent Soul and forced it to cross, it would probably be seriously injured.

As for the Great Perfection monks, they can only have some interference effects at most.

But this has already amazed Chen Ping.

He obviously couldn't put down such a wonderful technique.

Moreover, the creator has no choice but to do anything, and his enemies who are highly capable and able to resist Pengyu Storm will not be able to track the caster through the appearance of magic.

Because within five thousand miles of the final landing point, no space cracks will occur.

"According to this reason, the third level of the Starry Sky Technique can either enhance the power of the Pengyu Storm or generate the second obstacle vision."

With his eyes moving, Chen Ping couldn't help but touch his lower abdomen.

He was salivating at the astral arts in the latter layers.

Unfortunately, the third level of magic no longer absorbs the essence of fourth-level ore.

Fifth-level ore is useful.

This discovery made his scalp numb.

It is very likely that a large number of fifth-level ore can be exchanged for the third level.

"Dear sects and tribes, don't blame me for being ruthless, everything is for the great way."

As he muttered silently, Chen Ping's figure sank straight to the bottom of the sea.
To be continued...