The forbidden area of ​​the Beast Control Valley.

A line of Nascent Soul elders were astonished.

That condescending and indifferent spiritual thought just now actually came from Yin Qingyan's spiritual beast?

Everyone glanced at Xiu Shui Jing Ling Zun. However, their ancestor was already stunned, lowering his head and not daring to look directly, and even showed an expression of deep awe.

"The irresistible pressure..."

Shuijinglingzun lost his mind and whispered. ??

The purple-gray light in his eyes kept flickering.

Under the illumination of the pupil technique, the salamander completely turned into a ball of green fairy flames that beat erratically.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword energy that killed everyone.

Then, a breath of transcendent low-level creatures quickly gathered, condensing into the outline of a monk whose face could not be seen clearly.

This man is full of indescribable things.

The overwhelming soul power made Shui Jingling Zun sincerely afraid, and he felt like an ant on the roadside.

He has seen the Xu Lian monk before.

The elder of the Shang Sect who was in the middle stage of the Void Refining Stage was indeed a presence that made him unable to help but kowtow and pay homage.

However, the Taoist in front of him, who was constantly transforming into fire, sword, and soul forms, exuded an aura that absolutely crushed the predecessors of Shangzong.

One day at a time!

Like across an abyss.

Shuijing Lingzun suddenly recalled the helpless and humble feeling he felt when he saw the ancestor of the previous generation of gods in Yuan Dan.

"Junior unintentionally disturbed senior's retreat, and deserves death!"

Shuijing Lingzun screamed in fear, his knees softened unconsciously, and he knelt down heavily towards Huo Xi.

His head was pressed firmly against the ground, not daring to release any soul power.

"Ancestor!"

"Could it be that the one possessing the Salamander is really a seventh-level creature..."

The chief cultivator, who was usually majestic and dignified and always spoke the truth, knelt down, leaving all the Nascent Souls stunned.

You know, this is where the gate of the Beast Control Valley is located.

Shouldn't it be natural for our ancestors to inhale spiritual energy and practice here?

Why do you look like a treacherous thief? "There is no greater good than knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them."

The blurry figure nodded slightly, rushed to Shui Jingling Zun, and pressed down with a palm.

But at the moment of compaction, the wind in the palm became light and flew past the tangled hair.

Cold sweat fell from his cheeks drop by drop, Shui Jing Lingzun almost thought that he was going to die.

"You have a lot of things on your mind, how can you not laugh and cry in seclusion?"

Standing three feet in front of the water mirror with his hands behind his hands, Chen Ping slowly turned around and spoke in a teasing tone.

He stayed in the Beast Control Valley for hundreds of years.

Throughout the sect, Xiang controls every move of countless creatures.

This Xiu Shui Jing Ling Zun is the most interesting one.

He is aloof and reserved in front of the younger generation and rarely speaks a word.

But when he is alone, he likes to talk a lot, commenting on this and that, and is extremely emotional.

It also gave Chen Ping a way to relieve his boredom.

Anyway, when I feel bored, I will extend my consciousness into Shui Jing's secret room and secretly enjoy this person's performance.

"Junior...Junior was a talker when he was young. It's just that his friends of the same generation passed away one after another, and there was no one to drink and talk to."

Shui Jingling Zun was extremely embarrassed and said with a bitter smile.

His senior exposed his ugly behavior in front of his face, but he did not dare to show a trace of anger.

"Get up."

Chen Ping's shadow flickered lightly.

The senior management of Yushou Valley who was kneeling on the ground was suddenly rolled up by the invisible force.

"I have borrowed your land to cultivate for hundreds of years, and I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Then, Chen Ping smiled lightly and flicked away a bright crystal wire.

This is a thread of two-fold rules.

It was the treasure he snatched from Piaomiao Mountain when he was in the Great Thousand Realm.

Because the attributes do not match, it has been sealed and not used.

"The Thread of Rules!"

See so precious

The treasure, Shui Jing Lingzun was filled with surprises and clasped his fists repeatedly, "Thank you, senior, for the gift."

It seemed that this was a surly senior Lianxu who at one moment showed an indifferent look of accountability, and then in the blink of an eye, he actually rewarded the treasure with his backhand.

During the ups and downs, Shuijing Lingzun felt like he was in a wandering dream.

"How many years are left until the Ten Thousand Realms Magic Fighting Conference?" Chen Ping said lukewarmly.

"Senior, there are still one hundred and forty years and ten months left."

Shuijing Lingzun said without hesitation.

The Ten Thousand Realms Magical Fighting Conference in Kunxing Sea is a grand event for the entire human race.

Covering more than three hundred stars.

And with so many qualified monks, it is naturally impossible for them all to participate.

Therefore, before the main competition starts, there will be a preliminary selection within each star.

Generally, it is presided over by the strongest human force on each major star.

The main body participating in the battle is the Void Refining monk.

But the accompanying group of transformation gods also had a smaller-scale competition.

"The Ten Thousand Realms Dharma Fighting Tournament is obviously just to watch monkeys fight."

With an indifferent sneer, Chen Ping turned his eyes, landed on the place of transcending tribulation, and whispered, "That girl has become a god."

To this day, Shui Jing Ling Zun and other high-level sect officials still don't understand that Yin Qingyan's rapid rise to prominence is all thanks to the help of this "fire lizard".

Otherwise, even if she has the qualifications of a heavenly spiritual root, it would be difficult for her to break through the bottleneck of becoming a god at the age of more than 800 years old.

Recalling that during this period, all the Taoist friends who were fond of Yin Qingyan died, Shuijing Lingzun was immediately frightened out of his mind. Obviously, this was all done by his seniors.

A seventh-level being kills a fifth-level junior without anyone noticing, easily.

The mystery of Yin Qingyanke's unmarried Taoist monk has been solved... Shuijing Lingzun was very happy.

Once upon a time, he had some strange feelings towards Yin Qingyan.

"She looks very much like a Taoist monk of mine who has passed away. It has been almost six thousand years..."

Chen Ping looked up to the sky and sighed.

Shui Jingling Zun and several Nascent Soul cultivators listened attentively.

They all used their magic power to make their tears roll down.

Life and death along the journey of cultivating immortality are too normal. Who has not experienced several separations between heaven and man?

"You guys, if you have nothing to do, just chat with me, an old man..."

Chen Ping flicked his fingers, formed a few cloud chairs, and pressed the cultivators down.

"There is a place called Haichang Island..." This slow opening lasted for a day and a night.

After listening to all the experts in the Beast Control Valley, they were already

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her eyes were red.

This senior continues to convey sorrow with his soul.

How can the juniors present endure this?

Everyone cried with their heads in their arms, their hearts broken.

"Yin Qingyan, I wish you to walk alone!"

After speaking calmly about the place of crossing the tribulation, Chen Ping’s figure
To be continued...