Life, mentorship.

Chen Fuyao is no longer an ignorant girl.

After Chen Ping highly recognized the "wrong things" she had committed, she felt a sense of belonging from the bottom of her heart.

"Fuyao, please don't go out recently, seize the time to break through the foundation building."

Chen Ping solemnly ordered.

The eleven-year-old Chen Fuyao is currently at the ninth level of Qi training, and her progress is faster than the Tianpin spiritual roots that most sects have cultivated since childhood.

After all, the conditions this woman uses for her daily cultivation are unreasonably superior.

There is an endless supply of high-quality elixirs with four patterns, and all the auxiliary treasures for meditation are also treasures that can be encountered but cannot be found.

"yes!"

Chen Fuyao stepped back and immediately entered the state of seclusion.

There is almost no chance of failure when special spiritual roots attack foundation building.

Therefore, Chen Ping did not need to give the Foundation Building Pill any unnecessary effort.

…

"Da Hui, I will give you a task in the next few years."

Looking at the spirit beast bracelet, Chen Ping said a little mysteriously.

After saying that, a gloomy ghostly energy flowed out, turning into an uncertain figure.

“Fresh smell.”

The figure greedily sucked in the air around it, looking like it had just entered the world.

"Brother, how long will it take for you to break through the fifth level?"

Chen Ping asked calmly.

This figure is none other than the ghost general Liu Yuze!

After refining Tuoba Qian's natal ghost energy, and with the help accumulated in his previous life, he has risen to the peak of the fourth level.

A few days ago, Liu Yuze sent a message from his spiritual beast bracelet telling him to go out and look for opportunities.

"If you have enough souls, two years will be enough."

Liu Yuze said without any fluctuation in his tone.

"Big gray."

Chen Ping nodded and told Chong'er, "You try your best to help him."

"Chirp."

Dahui didn't hesitate at all.

When Liu Yuze was still a human race, he received a lot of salary from the Wu Nian Sect.

After living with him for decades, he already regarded Liu Yuze as one of his family members.

"Trouble me, fellow Taoist Dahui."

Liu Yuze smiled slightly and awkwardly hugged his fists.

He never understood that a majestic mid-level fifth-level monster insect didn't even have a decent name.

"By the way, no matter what Senior Brother Liu does, you can just wait and watch and protect him, and report to me in detail later."

Chen Ping specially sent a message to Da Hui.

"Chirp."

After hearing this, Da Hui picked up Liu Yuze without saying a word, turned into a gray light that flashed several times, and disappeared on the island.

After one person and one insect left, Chen Ping narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

He had communicated with Liu Yuze about the source of the living soul.

A cruel and unscrupulous evil cultivator, or someone who has been domesticated for generations.

As for whether senior brother would harm innocent people on a large scale just for convenience, he couldn't guarantee.

After turning into a ghost, Liu Yuze, who once upheld orthodoxy, seemed to have undergone tremendous changes.

Of course, if the killing was too indiscriminate, Chen Ping might have to think about it.

Otherwise, keeping an extremely ruthless guy by your side is no different from a magic weapon that can trigger self-destruction at any time.

…

Qi-training monks can overcome tribulations with only two levels: magic power and spiritual consciousness.

The Heart Demon Pass and the Tianlei Pass are disasters that will only occur in the next big realm.

Chen Fuyuan sat on the futon, concentrating on stimulating her spiritual power.

In just half a day, the magic barrier was easily broken.

The next level of spiritual consciousness was also passed in a very short time.

The divine soul technique that Chen Ping taught her came from other Taoist friends, and her level was only the upper level of Xuanpin.

It is not a problem to overcome the tribulations of building foundation, yuan elixir, and golden elixir.

The Taiyiyan Divine Technique involved too much, and it was his special magical power. Chen Ping was not prepared to teach it to this girl.

Or after he transforms into a god, and Chen Fuyao's performance makes him very satisfied, he may be able to inherit the treasure method.

"Foundation-building disciple, Chen Fuyao!"

Appearing without warning, Chen Ping said with a smile.

"Master!"

Chen Fuyao opened her beautiful eyes and saluted hurriedly, with a hint of joy on her face.

"Explore your immortal bamboo spiritual roots."

Chen Ping pointed with concern.

Before establishing the foundation, Chen Fuyao did not obtain exclusive special magical powers.

I don’t know if it will be turned on at this time.

Hearing this, Chen Fuyao immediately looked inside to marry the immortal bone.

The next moment, a strange fluctuation echoed around.

Suddenly, wood spiritual energy with a radius of hundreds of miles quickly swept across the sea and mountains, and poured madly into Fuyao's body.

The sound of "boom" was loud.

Fu Yao's body trembled, and a mark half a finger long formed in the center of his eyebrows.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a golden bamboo with bell-shaped flower buds.

"Is it the first immortal bamboo in the world?"

Although he couldn't recognize the variety of spiritual bamboo, it didn't stop Chen Ping from thinking about it.

After about ten breaths, the surrounding abnormalities gradually subsided.

That Immortal Bamboo Seal exudes an aura of indescribable aura, which makes Chen Fuyao, who is already extremely ethereal, even more extraordinary.

"Master, my disciple has opened a special magical power cultivation method."

Chen Fuyao said happily, and then explained in detail.

"It's actually a life-saving magical power!"

After listening, the sparkle in Chen Ping's eyes flashed away.

Immortal Bamboo Resurrection Method!

This technique is very similar to the legendary Phoenix Nirvana.

When suffering fatal damage, the body will move to a very far distance and transform into a spiritual bamboo, waiting for the next recovery.

However, the Immortal Bamboo Resurrection Technique on the first level can only teleport within a thousand miles.

There is no way to escape the perception of high-level monks.

Of course, as the realm increases, the power of this method will gradually become apparent.

"An immortal body in a certain sense."

It is unrealistic for Chen Ping to say that he is not envious.

How can one walk along the river without getting his shoes wet? This magical power should be mastered by him.

"Master, one hundred strands of the spiritual bamboo source are needed to practice the first level of resurrection method."

Chen Fuyao blinked pleadingly.

After explaining, Chen Ping couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

To cultivate your spiritual roots and magical powers, you need something special.

For example, the bitter spirit root requires the golden elixir and Yuanying Qi of the monk, and the yin and yang black and yellow Qi of the Taiyi spiritual root.

The origin of this spiritual bamboo is extracted from spiritual bamboos of level four or above.

But a fourth-level spiritual bamboo can only obtain one source of origin.

The fifth-level spiritual bamboo only has ten strands.

"I studied poverty as a teacher..."

With a wry smile, Chen Ping spread his hands, showing that he was helpless.

"Uncle Hui said that Master is the number one Nascent Soul in the world of cultivation. He has plundered dozens of forces, big and small. Even the cultivators who transform themselves into gods are helpless against you."

Chen Fuyuan held her chin and said in a respectful tone.

"The first Yuanying? Really? I don't even know it myself."

With a slight sigh, Chen Ping smiled brightly, waved his sleeves, and dozens of fourth- and fifth-level spiritual bamboos appeared.

In an instant, the secret room was filled with the rich fragrance of clear bamboo.

"Hehe, it's just like what Uncle Gray secretly told me, Master likes to hear flattery the most!"

Feeling happy in her heart, Chen Fuyao hugged a spiritual bamboo and refused to let go.

She is naturally close to Lingzhu.

Seeing his disciple eagerly refining one by one, Chen Ping smiled lightly and quietly retreated.

…

A few months later, Chen Fuyao successfully came out of confinement.

She demonstrated the Immortal Bamboo Resurrection Technique.

Holding an inconspicuous piece of short gray bamboo in his hand, Chen Ping sighed greatly.

If he were before Nascent Soul, he would never believe that there was such a magical life-saving technique in the world.

After releasing the spell, Chen Fuyao's body replaced the short bamboo and appeared in a pair of embracing arms.

"Master, are Fuyao's spells powerful?"

Chen Fuyao said with a smile.

Although the man's breath was close at hand, Fuyao didn't care.

Twelve years after she was born, the creatures she came into contact with were particularly simple, and there was no so-called defense between men and women at all.

And Chen Ping also regarded this woman as his disciple.

Without any thought, he put Fu Yao down and asked, "How long does it take for this Immortal Bamboo Resurrection Technique to be used?"

"Three years."

Chen Fuyao reports truthfully.

"Hey, after this little girl learns this special magical power, won't she be even more bold and naughty in the future?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Chen Ping was speechless.

Moreover, the method of resurrection is only one type of the magical power of the Immortal Bamboo spiritual root.

As Chen Fuyao's level gets higher, it will be opened one after another.

This is also the main reason why special spiritual roots are favored by the gods.

The natal magic is too heaven-defying.

With a little training, he becomes invincible at the same level.

"That mark is quite conspicuous."

A glance at Chen Fuyao's eyebrows

, Chen Ping touched his palm, and a ray of spiritual light fell.

Shao Qing, the spirit bamboo pattern faded away, revealing the original fair skin.

He used his soul power to construct a simple illusion.

Unless the other party is a cultivator of spiritual transformation, even if the Nascent Soul is heavily cultivated, you will not notice the slightest abnormality when passing face to face.

Then, Chen Ping penetrated more than ten restraints into Chen Fuyao's body.

Protect this girl's sea of ​​consciousness and the bones of the Immortal Marryer.

In this way, ordinary Nascent Souls would not be able to escape the attacks of soul arts when searching for her soul, or doing evil things, and would be seriously injured and dying.

…

"Fuyao has met the master's wife!"

Under Chen Ping's introduction, Chen Fuyao met this mysterious Nascent Soul female body cultivator for the first time.

To her, Bu Ningmei was busy day and night, almost invisible.

"Girl, there is no need to be polite."

Bu Ningmei helped the girl up and said flattered.

The words "Master's wife" made her feel elated.

In addition, Fuyao has a legendary special spiritual root, and is very likely to become the spiritual seedling of the spiritual master in the future.

Even if she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, she would not dare to stand up in front of Fu Yao.

"Ningmei, there are differences in realms. Don't let her develop the habit of not knowing the superiority and inferiority of others!"

Frowning, Chen Ping sent a message: "Besides, you are my concubine, so you should show more airs on weekdays."

"Brother Ping, calm down."

Bu Ningmei immediately realized her mistake, restrained most of her intimacy, and then rewarded him with a batch of fourth-level spiritual bamboos as a meeting gift.

"My inner demons have been hindering my cultivation. I might as well take you two out for a game."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Ping said this.

"Master is wise!"

Chen Fuyao immediately showed joy.

…

The Bili sea area is rich in a second-level water monkey.

Being psychic and obedient, you can easily control it even if you are not a spirit tamer.

Therefore, the foundation-building casual cultivators who live on several islands near the Bili Sea often form teams to go to the bottom of the sea to capture monkeys.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from a small trench hundreds of feet below the sea surface.

There was a faint popping sound and dazzling talismans flashing, and it looked like there were monks fighting there.

When he got closer, he saw two men, two women and a man in brocade robes with an evil aura, fighting happily.

Although the two men and two women had an overwhelming numerical advantage, the one with the highest level of cultivation was only a mid-stage Foundation Establishment master holding a jade plate spiritual weapon.

The other three are only in the early stages of foundation building.

In front of Xie Han, who was at the peak of foundation building, he was already at an absolute disadvantage and was no match for him.

"Let you taste the power of the evil arts!"

As if the evil man in brocade robes was tired of the extremely boring fight, he suddenly slapped the storage ring with one hand, and four bloodshot darts appeared in his hand.

Then his body turned around, and these darts shot towards the magic weapons of the four people at the same time.

Halfway through, the four darts triggered the internal restrictions and exploded on their own.

What is surprising is that these darts do not contain thunder and fire, but instead emit a thick column of red blood.

Once the blood mist dispersed, it immediately filled the air.

At the same time, there was a pungent smell that made people feel sick.

At first glance, you can tell that it is a treasure refined by the Demon Sect monks.

As soon as the magic weapons of the four people touched the light mist released by the blood pillar, they instantly melted into a ball of scrap metal and fell into the deeper seabed one after another.

"Pfft"

"Pfft"

The natal magic weapon was damaged, and the two men and two women on one side of the four immediately vomited blood and looked depressed.

"It's the poisonous dart of Gudeng Demon Sect's filthy magic weapon!"

The handsome man in the middle stage of foundation building shouted in horror.

On the side, a male and a female companion, who were obviously Taoist monks, heard this and their expressions became extremely ugly.

Gudeng Demon Sect, the golden elixir force in the blue sea!

It is the existence that these foundation-building casual cultivators look up to.

Only another young girl with a pretty face looked confused, as if she knew nothing about the Gudeng Demon Sect.

"Jie Jie, now that we have guessed He's inheritance, these fellow Taoists will not hesitate to arrest him!"

The evil man surnamed He kept laughing strangely, and the sea water was stirred by the strong magic power.

He just accepted the sect's mission, patrolled this sea area, and randomly killed three treasure-hunting foundation builders.

Unexpectedly, a windfall came from heaven, and I met four people at once.

Moreover, among the four lambs to be slaughtered, there were actually two female foundation-building nuns.

One of them looks quite young, and seems to be a rare and stunning young girl!

This is the opportunity God gave him.

The evil man surnamed He's expression became more and more ferocious, and he used the magic weapon in his hand with all his strength, pressing forward step by step.

"Xiaoyao, I'm going to use my secret method to contain him. You must escape. The Gudeng Demon Sect is notoriously evil, and I don't know how many monks have died miserably."

"If you fall into the hands of a disciple of this sect, you will not be able to survive or die."

After the handsome male cultivator sent a message to the girl, he decisively slapped her body several times.

Then, a strange roar erupted all over the body, and waves of black energy enveloped the whole body.

The aura of the handsome male cultivator also suddenly increased, and he entered the late stage of foundation building.

"Brother Wei..."

The girl who was called "Xiaoyao" moved her throat, and there was a hint of brilliance in her eyes.

She and three teammates got acquainted temporarily while trying to catch water monkeys.

In the past ten days, the three of them had taken great care of her.

Especially Brother Wei, who is upright in words and deeds, has repeatedly taught her the experience of walking in the world of cultivation.

"Don't take action!"

When Xiaoyao could no longer hold back and moved his fingers to the storage belt around his waist, a cold command came to stop him.

The girl trembled when she heard the words, and immediately exhaled with her mouth flattened.

"Hey, a secret technique that temporarily enhances strength? It's rare."

Seeing the handsome foundation-builder rushing towards him with his strength greatly increased, the evil man surnamed He smiled disdainfully and flicked his hands out of thin air.

Countless blood streaks flickered in and out.

The light flashes irregularly towards it.

"Madam, the man surnamed Wei is pestering the evil cultivator, let's run away!"

"Mr. Sir, run to the east, where the sea is deep and the terrain is complex."

The other two fellow Taoist teammates looked at each other and unanimously left the girl and Wei Zhuji behind, and both dived into the deep sea.

"you!"

The girl's breath was stagnant, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face.

The couple are usually generous and generous, and have mentioned many times that they are in love with her, and even proposed to become sworn friends.

But when the four of them needed their combined efforts the most, they went their separate ways without hesitation.

"Jiejie, in that direction, you are throwing yourself into a trap!"

The evil man surnamed He did not panic at all and only focused on attacking Zhuji and Xiaoyao surnamed Wei.

Ten breaths later, two familiar screams came from the eastern waters.

Then, a blood-robed male cultivator who looked about 60% to 70% similar to the evil man surnamed He flew over with a sword.

In his hands was the escaping man and woman.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they soon died like mummies.

"Brother, that's all for men, you won't even leave me alone, little lady!"

Seeing the blood-robed male cultivator approaching, the evil man surnamed He accused him in a dissatisfied tone.

"The word "sex" has a knife in your head, and one day you will die on a woman's belly."

Feng Qingyun said calmly, but the male cultivator in blood robe greedily swept Xiaoyao away and grabbed her with both hands.

"The doom has come!"

Ji Zhuji, surnamed Wei, who used the secret technique, could not help but shake his head wildly in despair.

Two Dzogchen evil cultivators!

He and Xiaoyao will definitely have no way to escape today.

"Silly girl, why didn't you listen to me and run away just now?"

Zhuji, surnamed Wei, felt bitter and sad when he saw the girl who was about to fall into the clutches of the devil.

"Xiaoyao, if there is fate in the next life..."

However, only halfway through his sentence, a horrifying scene appeared in front of him.

A four-foot-long transparent gun shadow swept away, and the blood-robed male cultivator who was still majestic in his last breath fell from the air, held his head and screamed.

Then an attack talisman with a thick aura pierced through, blasting away the bones of the Foundation-Building Dzogchen.

"Secret method of soul attack, third-level high-grade talisman!"

Wei Zhuji and He Xiehan, who were fighting, were both dumbfounded and breathed in incredible cold air.

This evil cultivator died simply at the hands of an early-stage foundation builder!

Xiaoyao smiled lightly at Wei Zhuji, and another spear shadow swept into the consciousness of He Xiehan.

"How could someone in the early stages of foundation building practice the Divine Soul Technique?"

He had no time to beg for mercy, and his consciousness collapsed in severe pain.

Although there is a divine soul technique in Gudeng Demon Sect, it is not passed down by Elder Yuandan.

He himself has no means to deal with the attack of the spirit!

"Evil cultivator, die!"

The male cultivator surnamed Wei took the opportunity to jump forward, smashed the big man's Dantian with one hand, and slapped his heart with the other hand.

"Boom!"

The big man's corpse fell down with unwilling eyes.

Before he died, he crushed a ball in his hand.

A hint of unique smell spread out immediately.

A Yuandan elder from the sect is collecting materials nearby. He will definitely avenge himself and his elder brother!

"Xiaoyao!"

Seeing the girl falling down with a pale face, the male cultivator surnamed Wei quickly stepped forward to hold her up.

"Brother Wei, my soul has been exhausted and I will fall into a coma. Please take me away quickly."

Xiaoyao was very weak and said intermittently.

"Who gave you your Soul Technique?"

The male cultivator surnamed Wei asked casually while being nervous.

"When Xiaoyao was practicing Qi, he accidentally broke into a safe ancient cave. There was a golden elixir monk's mantle and inheritance and valuable treasures inside. The third-level talisman was left behind by his predecessor."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then said in a clear voice.

Although her words were prompted, they did not reveal any flaws.

"Opportunity defies heaven."

The male cultivator surnamed Wei's eyes flashed, and the many storage rings on the corpses around him shone brightly.

"Brother Wei, let's go first."

Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and then he passed out.

The next moment, the male cultivator surnamed Wei began to breathe heavily and his lips trembled violently.

"As long as I monopolize the resources to advance to Yuandan, a heart-throb is nothing!"

Looking at the unconscious girl, the male cultivator surnamed Wei had a poisonous look in his eyes, and then slapped her head with a sad face.

But something happened that horrified him.

The palm containing spiritual power was placed three inches in front of the girl's forehead and could not go down no matter what.

Moreover, his whole body was suppressed by a huge force, and his limbs were twisted and nailed to the ground.

“Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts.”

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, her face full of disappointment.

"Ningmei, what did I just say? The human heart cannot be easily tested, because all you get are such cruel results."

At this time, a man and woman in gorgeous clothes appeared out of thin air.

I don’t know how high the level of the two of them is.

The sea water with a radius of hundreds of miles was shaken and avoided, and turned into nothingness in the rush.

"Master, Master Wife."

The girl bowed dejectedly.

"Xiaoyao, please forgive me, Brother Wei treats you well..."

The words "a high-level monk who plays in the world of mortals" popped into his mind, and the male cultivator surnamed Wei suddenly begged for mercy in horror.

"Master, why did he risk his life to save me before?"

Chen Fuyao asked puzzledly.

"He likes you and wants to find you as a Taoist companion. At that moment, he was sincere."

Chen Ping said with a smile and his hands behind his back.

"Teaching disciples the words of tiger and wolf."

Bu Ningmei, who remained silent, couldn't help but feel helpless.

"People's hearts are always changing. If I kill you, he will inherit the unfounded legacy of the golden elixir and keep the spoils to himself."

"The road is so close, why delay your eternal life because of a woman."

Slowly squatting down, Chen Ping stared at the monk surnamed Wei, and said with a nervous smile: "Boy, am I right?"

"What the seniors said is true. The juniors have had enough of the hard life of running for resources."

The monk surnamed Wei seemed to be controlled by an inexplicable force and revealed the truth in his heart.

"Okay, give him a good time. After all, it is a valuable experience in the early stages of your life."

Chen Ping ordered indifferently.

He was very satisfied with what the monk surnamed Wei did.

Otherwise, you will make a miscalculation in front of your apprentice and concubine.

Losing face is also a terrible thing.

"yes!"

Chen Fuyao bit her silver teeth, grabbed a handful of sea water, and then gathered a water sword to slash at the male cultivator surnamed Wei.

"Xiaoyao..."

The male cultivator surnamed Wei shook his head desperately with painful eyes.

"Master, I can't do it."

With the edge of the sword flicked, Chen Fuyao said depressedly.

"It's fine if I don't kill him, I'll be banned for a hundred years."

Chen Ping said lightly.

"century?"

After hearing this, Chen Fuyao, who was only more than ten years old, trembled hesitantly, closed her beautiful eyes and danced her palms down.

After a while, the shrill screams gradually subsided.

Chen Ping clapped his hands and smiled lowly, saying: "Remember, you can trust no one except Master."

There is a hint of soul power in his words.

Even Bu Ningmei who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul was convinced by it, let alone Chen Fuyao who was in the foundation building state.

"Master, where should we go next?"

Chen Fuyao quickly came out of her sadness and asked.

"Don't you think you've forgotten something?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping snorted slightly angrily and scolded: "It is the style of our monks to collect trophies immediately."

"As a master, I don't like the foundation-building storage ring, but you are making a big mistake by turning a blind eye!"

With a bulging mouth, Chen Fuyao obediently obeyed the order and took away all the treasures from several corpses.

"Originally, the purpose of getting the trophies was to digest them in time and use them to improve our strength, but now there is no rush."

Waving his hands, Chen Ping turned his head and glanced above.

"Wow!"

The waves kept rolling down, and a middle-aged man with a fierce look was rushing towards this side.

"Jie, who dares to touch my disciple of Gudeng Demon Sect!"

The villain Yuan Dan roared angrily while killing several people here.

"Middle Yuan Dan."

Chen Ping sneered and made a light move with his left hand.

Immediately, the villain Yuan Dan, who was hundreds of miles away, lost all his magic power and fell at the feet of several people.

"hiss!"

After sensing that two of the three people did not have a trace of magic power on their bodies, Xie Xiu Yuandan, who was shouting, was immediately shocked.

It is impossible for a mortal to appear in this deep sea.

Could it be...

But then, his thoughts stopped for no reason and his body turned into nothingness.

In the blood, a wisp of dark red blood flew away into the air.

"We beat the little ones, and here comes the big ones, and obviously there are also the old ones!"

Chen Ping said jokingly, but did not stop the secret technique from escaping.

…

Half an hour later, an old man with a gloomy face who was in the early stages of the Golden Elixir stopped on the sea.

"Master Nephew Bai died in this sea area!"

Staring at the trace of blood wrapped around his finger, the old man disappeared into the air warily.

The Gudeng Demon Sect has not lost an Elder Yuandan in twenty-six years.

He wanted to see who was challenging the majesty of the Demon Sect.

However, being suspicious by nature, he was waiting for his senior brother.

The first cultivator of the Gudeng Demon Sect and the supreme elder in the late Jindan period.

"Junior brother, what's the purpose of your communication liaison office?"

Not long after, a handsome man drove a ghost-faced crane to join them.

"Senior brother..."

But the strange thing is that the two of them didn't meet at all, and a giant hand came out of nowhere and struck down.

"Senior, I am the registered disciple of Demon Lord Duan of Wulian Island. You may be familiar with him. Please be sure not to flood the Dragon King Temple!"

While the handsome man was frightened, he had to report the threat to his family.

"Haha, the old one actually has an ancestor on it, so I just served it together."

A hearty laughter spread across the sea, and the only two golden elixirs of the Gudeng Demon Sect fell together.

"Let's go, cut the grass and get rid of the roots."

The sword light rushed forward and flew in one direction.

Half a day later, the Gudeng Demon Sect, whose evil reputation had frightened Bi Lihai for thousands of years, was uprooted, leaving no chickens or dogs behind.

…

Another two days later.

Wulian Island.

On the top of the mountain, a short male cultivator in a green robe, covered in blood, lay with his arms and legs spread out and fell in a huge pit.

Bu Ningmei stepped on the green-robed man's chest, preventing him from moving.

She is very excited.

The Queen of Nascent Soul faced off against a monk of the same level for the first time. Although the process was quite twists and turns, in the end she was defeated by the magic weapon.

If the high-ranking monks on the island were here, they would be stunned and run away.

Because the man in green robes who was in such a miserable state was actually their extremely awe-inspiring Demon Lord Duan, a great master in the early stage of Nascent Soul!

The person who awes Duan Mojun is not Bu Ningmei.

The purple-robed man with a joking smile on the side is most likely a god of transformation.

Just now, the shock wave caused by the fight between the two swept through his body and was completely wiped out without any ripples.

With a slight glance from his eyes, Duan Mojun's consciousness was stripped out as if his soul was out of body.

"What did the junior do to offend the senior?"

Before death,

Duan Mojun wanted to find out.

"This is a long story. Starting from a little foundation-building demon is too annoying."

Chen Ping smiled hoarsely, flicked his sleeves, and a burst of flame burned Demon Lord Duan to ashes.

"Fuyao, please remember that those who are proficient in blood and demons have many tricks and tricks. You must confirm whether they are completely dead. Sometimes even soul smoke can be faked!"

I saw Chen Ping reminding me, using his finger as a sword to draw a drop of scarlet blood from a crack in the space.

"The junior is willing to do the hard work of a dog and a horse. Please forgive me, senior!"

In the scarlet blood, a face with frightened features suddenly grew larger and smaller, begging desperately for mercy.

"Bang!"

Luo Sheng's sword slashed across the air, and Demon Lord Duan finally reincarnated.

“Cut the weeds and eradicate the root causes, and avoid future troubles forever.”

Chen Ping's words and deeds left an indelible memory in Fu Yao's young heart.

"Hundreds of years from now, I'm afraid a cunning female devil will be born in the Fancang Sea..."

Bu Ningmei suddenly shuddered.

…

In the next two years, Master Chen Ping and his apprentice Bu Ningmei traveled to several nearby sea areas.

Chen Fuyao saw all kinds of foreign races and experienced many things that she could not imagine.

The pitiable and hateful human pets, the beast tide that slaughters the island, the ferocious giant spirits, etc...

Mortal corpses floating thousands of miles away make it sad.

The intrigues among the monks made her heart gradually become cold.

After advancing to the middle stage of foundation building, Chen Fuyao single-handedly killed a small family who provoked her with a sword.

But no matter how she changed, her respect for her master became deeper and deeper.

In the world, only Master treated her with sincerity, not even Uncle Gray could compare to her.

…

Today, on the top of the mountain.

Chen Fuyao, who was getting taller and taller, stood respectfully, waiting for Chen Ping's instructions.

"Fuyao, do you want to know who your biological parents are?"

Chen Ping turned around and said with a half-smile.

"think."

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Fuyao nodded silently.

"They are the favorites of the Giant Spirit Clan in the Manjue Continent!"

Chen Ping said without any secret.

Although his mother, Kong Zhenyi, begged him not to tell Chen Fuyao before she blew herself up.

But Chen Ping has never been instigated by weak people.

Secondly, Chen Fuyao will be a monk who has the ability to advance to that level in the future.

I don't want to talk about it now, but if she searches for the truth in the future and causes misunderstandings between master and disciple, Chen Ping will certainly try his best to prevent such bloody things.

"People's pet?"

Chen Fuyao's face darkened, and she felt bitter in her heart.

"Look at this photo bead."

Shaking his sleeves and robe, Chen Ping flung away a green bead, and a scene appeared immediately.

Following the Barbarian Emperor's order, Kong Zhenyi slowly stretched his hand towards the baby girl's neck.

"She is my mother?"

Chen Fuyao's whole body was shaken violently, and the woman's hand seemed to cross the screen and get stuck in her throat, causing suffocation and pain.

"In the end she came to her senses and left you safely in my master's hands."

After careful consideration, Chen Ping defended Kong Zhenyi.

The greatness of motherhood, even he was a little moved by it that day.

"Where is my father?"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fuyao asked.

"That man and beast might as well have been beaten to death by the mighty master of the sea clan. You don't need to understand."

Chen Ping refused unhurriedly.

"I paid an unimaginable price for my master to invite all my Taoist friends, and killed everyone in and out of the Manjue Continent. In the end, I only had half my life left to carry you out."

"Although it happened more than ten years ago, it is like a brand that lingers for a long time. After all, since I have been practicing Taoism as a teacher, I have rarely suffered such serious trauma."

"Master!"

Chen Fuyao burst into tears and threw herself into the man's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"As a teacher, I hope you can surpass my achievements."

Chen Ping’s kind way.

He invested a lot of energy and resources in Chen Fuyao. If this girl died halfway, there wouldn't even be a place to cry.

"Master, my disciple has a request."

Raising her head, Chen Fuyao said firmly: "Can the giant spirit clan in the Barbarian Continent be left to my disciples to eradicate?"

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Hearing this, Chen Ping immediately shook his head and said: "The Giant Spirit Emperor is a creature who has been condemned to live and die for his teacher. You can follow his example in the future and remember your enemy firmly."

…

At dusk.

Da Hui, who had disappeared for more than two years, flew from high altitude and joined Chen Ping and others.

"Master, Daoyou Liu has just passed through the fifth level of heavenly tribulation and is recuperating in a bottle."

Presenting a sutra-sealing bottle, Da Hui also conveyed a piece of information about Liu Yuze.

"Thanks a lot."

Chen Ping patted Dahui's head, and then said calmly: "Fuyao will be left to you. Ningmei and I plan to go back to Yuanyan Islands."

"Master, take me with you."

Chen Fuyao begged timidly.

"It's nonsense, don't worry, the master will come to find you within a few decades at most."

Chen Ping would not agree to rude requests.

As soon as the Feitian Sect's secret realm was opened, at least two or three gods gathered together.

He is proficient in space magic and can escape at any time.

But if Chen Fuyao is discovered, all his hard work will be in vain.

There are only one or two fifth-level creatures within a million miles around this sea area.

With Dahui supporting Chen Fuyao while practicing outside, he was very relieved.

…

Before leaving, Chen Ping gave up the apprenticeship ceremony he had promised before.

It is a golden bead.

"The Pearl of Good Fortune, a treasure made by me personally."

Chen Ping said proudly: "This bead is divided into four levels, corresponding to the four realms of foundation building, Yuan Dan, Jin Dan, and Yuanying."

"There are considerable treasures left in each floor. Fuyao, you can break the ban and obtain the treasures once you are strong enough."

“The master’s power is unparalleled and his inheritance is astonishing!”

Dahui shook his head and screamed, and motioned to Chen Fuyao to thank him.

"Thank you Master for your cultivation."

Chen Fuyao knelt down with red eyes and kowtowed several times.

"Um."

Seeing this woman's grateful look, Chen Ping nodded happily.

When making a fortune bead, his heart would bleed every time he put a treasure inside.

Self-created heaven-grade swordsmanship, four lines of clear and empty elixirs, top-grade Taoist tools, top-grade spiritual treasures, infant transformation pills, etc...

Each one is something he regards as a treasure.

Although he promised to meet up decades later, Chen Ping had to guard against possible twists and turns in advance.

"Take good care of yourself."

After leaving these words, Chen Ping and Bu Ningmei climbed into the sky in tacit understanding and disappeared without a trace.

…

On the top of the mountain, only Chen Fuyao and Dahui were left.

After a dozen breaths, Chen Fuyao looked around with a look of reluctance.

Suddenly, the sadness disappeared, and he jumped up excitedly and said:

"Uncle Hui, let's go to the city and relax for a few months. Staying by Master's side for the past two years has exhausted me!"

"Hush! The master bid farewell to the Transformation Spirit Master, and he languished for three hours. Be careful, he is still hiding nearby."

Dahui suddenly stirred up, flew up in panic, and blocked Chen Fuyao's mouth with his insect wings.

"Hmph, Dahui, you have it up to you!"

Sure enough, a cold hum sounded from the top of the mountain.

"He is so insidious!"

Chen Fuyao was about to cry but had no tears, and the expression on her face turned into a bitter gourd shape.

…

"As the saying goes, if you learn all the tricks of acting, it's all in vain. This girl didn't learn it at all!"

The strong wind howled in the Four Yuan Heaven, and Chen Ping bared his teeth in depression.

"Brother Ping, Fuyao hasn't decided yet, so don't take it to heart."

Beside him, Bu Ningmei smiled and enlightened.

At the same time, she has a bit of a taste for food.

She had only seen Chen Fuyao who could change a husband's feelings.

"You go to the Black Sand Flowing Sea and wait for me."

Interrupting the topic, Chen Ping threw away a jade slip containing the coordinates, and then the figure shot towards the south.

In just one breath, Bu Ningmei could no longer capture it.

…

Pilgrimage sea area, barbaric continent.

After more than ten years, Chen Ping re-entered alone.

This time, he was not accompanied by True Lord Tianlong and others, but he did not flinch at all.

The Barbarian Emperor who has a chance of breaking through to the sixth level must die!

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