The innate devouring power of Mo Po Quan collapsed in front of the already refined Chen Ping.

He made a secret with both hands, and shot countless wonderful runes from his hands into the spring liquid.

Now, the lethality of the spring water to him was almost gone!

Jian Zong believes in his own people and does not sign blood contracts.

But never including aliens.

Purchased seventh-level creatures like Mo Poquan are bound by tyrannical restrictions.

Chen Ping had already learned the method of controlling the spiritual spring from Rong Yangxiu.

Therefore, he can easily control the saint.

"Huh"

The deeper he dived, the more excited Chen Ping became.

His Taoist body is the Tao body of fire.

His ability to perceive the spiritual power of fire is extraordinary.

"Mo Po Quan has been in the stars of time for hundreds of years, and he actually understood the rules of fire?"

His heart moved and he was so excited.

When disciples of the Sword Sect choose to practice on the mountain, the attribute of the spiritual spring is a very important aspect.

The next moment, Chen Ping pressed forward and flew in front of a girl with eyes closed.

"I intercepted a Qingming Temple ship for the Sword Sect, and I owe it to you. Even if you are the elder of Uchiyama, you can't decide my life or death!"

Sensing someone coming nearby, Quan Ling opened his eyes.

Regain calm after panic.

"You have definitely caught on to the stubborn way of doing things in the sect."

Chen Ping touched his chin teasingly and said calmly, "Don't worry, the sect's reward has been handed down. I really can't touch you."

"I'm summoning you alone this time. I just want to ask about some old memories."

My beloved wife and all my close friends in Tongtian have ascended to Yuexianchen.

He was eager to know the situation over there.

"Yang Xianchen has no time to take care of himself, and powerful enemies are around him. At least I was sent to the time and stars by the Immortal Palace, and Yue Xianchen is still safe."

The saint sighed quietly and began to preach in detail.

Now that the two have magical powers and their identities have changed drastically, if she doesn't cooperate fully, it will only accelerate the arrival of death.

After a meal, Chen Ping knew everything.

"Tao Zun Haojian invited a friend to attack Yang Xianchen together."

The core sentence explains the crisis of Yang Xianchen.

It turns out that the major forces in Yang Xianchen once had a deadly feud with a human race.

Thousands of years ago, after he succeeded in cultivation, an arrow he shot from the sea of ​​stars almost penetrated the stars in half.

The sun, the moon, the immortal stars are not big, and the space is far less stable than the time and stars. This is not the saint's nonsense.

After Dao Zun Haojian advanced a small level further, he began to think of completely annihilating Yang Xianchen.

And he also invited a strong friend.

This time, the giants in Yang Xianchen are even more overwhelmed.

It is difficult to keep the homeland, so how can we attack the soaring Yuexianchen?

"O God!"

Chen Ping sighed sincerely.

Before his ascension, what he was most worried about was that the seventh level of Yang Xianchen would block the end of the ascension passage.

Unexpectedly, due to a strange combination of circumstances, Taoist Fellow Haojian actually indirectly saved the lives of all the cultivators in Tongtian!

And because the saint was afraid of Taoist Master Haojian, she desperately passed through Lingquan Immortal Palace and traveled to the stars of time.

"If I had known I would meet him, I would rather die in Yangxianchen!"

Now, the saint feels regretful in her heart.

"The sea of ​​shallow stars to the stars of time is extremely far away. How did Lingquan Immortal Palace transport you here?"

With a raised eyebrow, Chen Ping said curiously.

He left the sect this time, and had many plans to take advantage of the opportunity to go to the Immortal Sword Dojo.

However, the distance in the star realm is measured by the speed of the eighth-level great saint.

He would never want to spend thousands of years traveling.

"My consciousness was stunned before the teleportation, and when I woke up, I was in the time and stars..."

The saint showed a wry smile.

The Star Passage is the top secret of the Immortal Palace.

Only the eighth-level giants and a handful of seventh-level cronies know the truth.

Even the Supreme Immortal and the Great Sage are turned away from external forces.

Then, Chen Ping asked about the secrets of Lingquan Immortal Palace.

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Women know very little about this marginalized seventh-level spiritual spring.

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"Elder Chen, I am willing to let you plant the Soul Seal to control you."

"I have understood the rules of fire, which will be of great help to your daily practice!"

Seeing Chen Ping's eyes becoming more and more dissatisfied, Quan Ling gritted his teeth and seemed to give up.

The next moment, the outline of her figure suddenly changed.

A plump woman with a charming smile walked out of it.

"interesting."

Chen Ping winced and mocked.

In order to survive, this spring spirit did not hesitate to take on the appearance of her deceased concubine. It was simply too naive.

"But it doesn't mean much."

As soon as the conversation changed, Chen Pingping was filled with murderous intent, and while activating the sword sect's ban, his innate sword soul suddenly condensed and slashed.

"If you kill me, the Sword Sect Elders Council will not let you off lightly!"

The saint was frightened and shouted in a sharp voice.

"I forgot to disclose that I am a free man."

Grinning at the saint, Chen Ping killed her without mercy.

…

After one stick of incense.

In a pool of turbid spring liquid, Chen Ping's palm was facing upward, and a twisted black mist was suspended.

Under the cutting of the innate sword, only a trace of the saint's consciousness remained.

Moreover, it was shattered into countless pieces.

It is impossible to recover on its own within a thousand years.

"The grudge between you and me has been entangled for three thousand years since the early days of becoming a god. Now it is also the cycle of karma and retribution."

After exhaling, Chen Ping showed a complex expression inexplicably.

No matter how valuable the saint is, her death is already doomed.

What's more, he has mastered the rules of the third metamorphosis of the heart evil, which means that he can make Mo Poquan into an unconscious heart evil puppet.

You can also become his right-hand man.

There is no need to worry about its rebellion.

"Photography!"

After spitting out the magic formula and sealing the remaining soul of the saint into a bottle, Chen Ping began to think about his next practice.

From the moment he seriously injured Tu Di, who was in the late seventh level, he had a desire to hide.

Creatures that are too eye-catching are too dangerous in the context of the continuous outbreak of racial wars in time and stars.
To be continued...