In the battle of consciousness just now, although he was at a disadvantage, the difference was only half a catty.

Tao Tianqi's attempt to suppress him with his soul is tantamount to wishful thinking.

Following the spiritual consciousness, Chen Ping turned around and over, and after more than ten breaths, he discovered several stone pillars more than ten feet high, scattered all around.

In the gap between two huge rocks on the east side, there was a person leaning, half leaning there.

This is a skinny Taoist priest with a goatee, a blue face and a bright red robe.

His legs were hollow from the knees down, blood seeped through, dyeing the outer clothes purple-black.

"Junior, what did you do to Yueshang?"

The green-faced Taoist priest's eyes were full of fierceness, and he did not hide his murderous intention towards Chen Ping at all.

In the previous confrontation with his spiritual consciousness, he thought he was a monk of the same level.

But when I looked at the fire spell this person controlled, it turned out that it was not the liquid spiritual power of a foundation-building monk!

Tao Tianqi was completely relieved now.

The strangeness of this child's soul may have been caused by swallowing some kind of heaven and earth fairy grass by chance, which caused it to soar to such an extent.

No matter how strong the Qi Practitioner is, he is still a junior. Although he is vigilant, he is not afraid at all.

"Your disciple's skills in the room are unparalleled. Fellow Taoist Taoist priest is a blessed man."

Chen Ping's tone was joking, but there was also a hint of solemnity.

The gap between great realms cannot be bridged by a few high-level spells.
Chapter completed!