Chen Ping sat down.

With a wave of his sleeve in the air, the spring liquid in the wine bottle poured out one after another, condensing into a round cake.

Then, he calmly picked up a piece of wood and poked it quickly and lightly.

"Peng"

The pie shattered and turned into drops of crystal wine again.

"Fellow Taoist, do you understand?"

Pointing his finger at the table, Chen Ping said nonchalantly.

Seeing this, the man in white clothes frowned, then relaxed his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You humans like to play tricks, but I, the ghost tribe, are very direct."

"Let's put it this way, Duye Ghost Palace is the leading god-forming force in the central sea area." .??.

"As long as fellow Taoist nods and cooperates, I, the Lord, will surely be richly rewarded in the future."

Hearing this, Chen Ping's face suddenly turned cold.

The white-robed male correction who was drinking across the street was his next target to eliminate, Tuoba Qian, the Lord of the Abyss.

Just now, his consciousness inadvertently noticed a trace of gloomy ghostly energy, so he escaped.

"Fellow Taoba Tuoba just wants Chen to compromise with an empty promise?"

Chen Ping smiled and simply pointed it out.

Who makes this sixth-level seed from a god-forming force both proud and reserved?

"Half-step transformation into a god is just a general level of strength, and the differences are not small."

Blowing on the palm of his hand, the man in white clothes said slowly and authentically.

After he finished speaking, he pointed his finger at the wine beads, and there was a loud "sizzling" sound, and wisps of terrifying air flow swirled out.

The sword energy around them that was ready to go out seemed to have encountered a fatal nemesis and disappeared in an instant.

"The fifth level of Dzogchen!"

Chen Ping was shocked, but he had already communicated with the Heaven-cutting Sword as he had expected it.

Tuoba Qian dared to enter the city to negotiate, so he must have a lot of support.

As for how this ghost knew his strength, it was easy to find the soul of any high-level monk who had experienced the battle that day.

What confused Chen Ping was that Tuoba Qian had already broken through the ranks. According to Concubine Shu Mu's words, this ghost had completed the training mission of the Ghost Palace. Why did he continue to poison the archipelago for fifty years?

"Is Fellow Taoist Tuoba trying to break through the divine transformation in this corner?"

Chen Ping said calmly.

In fact, let alone the ghost race, he had no idea what preparations the human race would make to advance to become gods, or what disasters there would be.

"You don't need to know my palace master's purpose."

After a pause, Tuoba Qian said coldly: "Your biggest trump card is nothing but soul magic, but the ghost clan does not cultivate the physical body and only focuses on the incorporeal body. Fellow Daoist Chen feels somewhat certain that he can beat me!"

After listening, Chen Ping was indifferent.

What Tuoba Qian said is true.

The human race's spiritual arts are not as effective against the corpse race and the ghost race.

Furthermore, Coral Dharma does not have the secondary damage to kill the ghost clan.

He himself knew very well that it was impossible to kill Tuoba Qian by relying on the Dharma alone.

What's more, they are the immortal ghosts who have advanced to the Great Perfection!

"So fellow Taoist coming here is more of a threat than a cooperation."

Chen Ping stared at the man in white clothes and said straight to the point.

"After cultivating to the level of you and me, ordinary people are worthless, and they are lucky to be able to contribute to the great cause of this palace master."

Tuoba Qiandesert said.

"What Fellow Taoist means is that we need blood sacrifices for hundreds of millions of people except myself."

After taking a sip of wine, Chen Pingping said calmly.

"Anyway, the human race reproduces at an extremely fast rate. It won't matter if hundreds of millions of people die if we leave some seeds behind."

Nodding slightly, Tuoba Qian readily admitted.

He was now extremely grateful that the old palace master assigned the Yuanyan Islands to him for training.

Otherwise, massacre of hundreds of millions of creatures in any sea area will be an act that will arouse public outrage.

He had carefully learned about this human monk who proclaimed himself True Lord Yuan Yan.

It is the choice of this monk to be greedy for profits, wise to protect oneself, and to give up some ant-like tribesmen in exchange for the friendship of his ghost palace.

In response, Chen Ping rolled his eyelids silently.

Tuoba Qianqian put this aside to draw cakes for him.

After watching him control Gu Sixian with the soul-catching seal, he was also rewarded with a low-grade heavenly skill.

"I have sworn an oath not to give up until the abyss is overturned. Fellow Daoba Tuoba has been cleansed and is waiting for me."

Although Chen Ping said something joking, the evil spirit in his eyes was clear at a glance.

"Anyone who harms my good will be killed without mercy!"

With a snort, a look of ferocity flashed across Tuoba Qian's features.

If it weren't for the worries, this human kid could escape at any time if he mastered a magical escape technique.

Otherwise, if you want him to be the direct descendant of the god, why would you take the initiative to go to the city to negotiate.

"If the conversation breaks down, get away."

Chen Ping smiled coldly and said unceremoniously.

After repeated verifications, he determined that the man in white clothes was a possessed foundation-building monk.

Not even a clone.

Even if Tuoba Qian broke through to the Great Perfection, he would not dare to enter Yanning City alone where there were many formations and Nascent Souls gathered there.

"Waiting for your arrival."

The man in white clothes sneered expressionlessly, and with a flash of black light, his figure mysteriously disappeared on the spot.

"I allowed you to leave, but when did I allow you to fly?"

As soon as Chen Ping drank, his eyes suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, and then a dazzling blue flame shot out in a flash.

There was a continuous muffled sound of "呲呲".

The blue flame transformed by mana exploded on its own a hundred feet high in the sky.

In the flickering light of the fire, the man in white clothes was forcibly broken and reappeared from the void with a look of rage on his face.

"It's just a wisp of ghost spirit possessing me, it's really rampant!"

In this way, Chen Ping felt confident.

The skills of this man in white clothes do not exceed the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and he can kill at will.

As soon as he said these words, the sword light suddenly appeared behind him, and then a silver arm penetrated directly into the man's back.

The controlled male Foundation Establishment cultivator's eyes flashed, and he immediately turned his head and roared.

At the same time, he raised his hand, and a stream of black beads shot out, directly hitting the purple shadows.

Chen Pingping didn't change his expression, he flicked his fingers, and twenty spiritual swords swam out amidst the buzzing sound, turning into sword arcs that were dozens of feet long and enveloped the man.

The other hand was stained with blue flames and swung it vigorously. It swelled in the wind and turned into the size of an acre.

"Boom!"

The black sword light intertwined, and the black beads disintegrated instantly.

At first glance, he still overestimated the ghost's possession skills. Chen Ping paused for a moment with the blue flame in his hand, and then hit the foundation-building male cultivator with one palm.

The next moment, his body was shattered into pieces and blood spilled wildly.

No soul appears!

It shows that this son has died long ago.

There was a shrill sound that broke through the air, and the black beads merged into a complete form again and stabbed towards the formation that enveloped the city.

Chen Ping flicked his fingers together, and the blue flames hidden in the void penetrated the beaded body.

At the same time, he muttered something in his mouth, and the spiritual fire wrapped around it, immediately surrounding the ghost aura hundreds of times, and bundled it tightly.

Under the absolute suppression of strength, there seems to be little resistance.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was naturally overjoyed.
To be continued...