?As we all know, the spiritual root of the human race is one of the talents of cultivating Taoism.

It is the manifestation of all kinds of true immortal beings.

The spiritual root contains part of the power of rules, such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sword, soul, etc.

Of course, not all rules have corresponding spiritual roots.

Like space rules, there is no corresponding space spiritual root.

Behind every spiritual root, there is a true immortal being, but this is universally agreed upon.

The blessing of spiritual roots usually ends at the sixth or seventh level.

After all, 99% of those who can cultivate to this level have heavenly spiritual roots, special spiritual roots.

Those with poor spiritual root talents in the early stage can also be improved by refining treasures. .??.??

A typical example of this is right before our eyes.

Chen Ping, heavenly medicine!

Both of them had extremely poor qualifications, but they relied on chance to abruptly improve the quality of their spiritual roots.

After the seventh level, true spiritual roots are not worthy of surprise.

As far as the Immortal Sword Sect is concerned, there are various cultivators with true spiritual roots.

The so-called true spiritual roots are those inspired by divine objects qualified by true immortals.

The creation of the true sword spirit root is the innate secondary sword!

The creation of the true Taiyi spiritual root is the Coral Seal of Crossing the Sky.

But since the coral seal was broken, there has been no real spiritual root monk in the cultivation world for many years!

Today, Yu Kang from Yueshan League accidentally bumped into Chen Ping and brought a big surprise.

"Chen Sheng, it is the Night Demons who are chasing this junior!"

Seeing that the great master seemed to be showing some interest in the male cultivator in his arms, Yu Kang was overjoyed, flew behind Chen Ping, knelt down on his knees, and begged with a grimace.

"You frown and dare to retreat behind me?"

Chen Ping laughed angrily and slapped him away. He directly picked up the Xu Lian monk in front of him.

"This junior deserves death, but I ask my senior to save Master Feng's life!"

Yu Kang was excited and said tremblingly.

He looked at the other person, as if he had fallen into a boundless hell, with thousands of innocent souls floating around, constantly tearing at his consciousness.

This is naturally a vision of the dead rule becoming a Tao seed and being integrated into the magic power.

Chen Ping has shown mercy.

Otherwise, with just one glance, Yu Kang, who is in the middle stage of refining the void, will lose a thousand years of life.

"I will deal with you tonight for the sin of violating my retreat."

Waving his hand impatiently, Chen Ping released his spiritual thoughts without hesitation, covering the surrounding area.

In an instant, he discovered traces of space fluctuations, which were speeding towards here.

With another stab of spiritual consciousness, a trace of exploration and curiosity flashed through the depths of Chen Ping's pupils.

"They really are night demons!"

There was a slight sigh in his mouth.

At the same time, there was a strange and loud sound piercing the air all around.

A series of branches-like black light shot out.

Chen Ping made a light gesture with one hand, and the black and yellow divine light emerged from his body.

A sweeping flash surges countless times.

Cover the thorns in it.

As a result, those menacing black lights shuddered and all stopped in place, showing their original shape.

It turned out to be sharp scales in the shape of long strips.

There was a fishy black light flashing across the whole thing, which looked like something highly poisonous at first glance.

"Eighth-level human race?"

A horrifying thought rang out in the void, and he turned around without hesitation and fled in the opposite direction.

This junior, the ninth holy son of the Night Demon Clan, has no intention of offending my seniors, so please retreat now!"

The aliens who suddenly attacked and fled in panic continued to apologize.

"I will take your life from you."

Chen Ping waved his sleeves without any nonsense.

The space in the row in front was all broken, like a natural chasm, separated from the original world.

After the alien's escape route was blown to pieces, a two-foot-tall figure fell down in embarrassment.

its back

It is arched and covered with long scales.

On the top of the head, there is a smooth jade plate-like thing inlaid, which actually seems to be his forehead.

The single eye on his face was slanted horizontally, green as a pool of dew, and flashing with fear.

"This junior has the Night Demon Death Curse on his body. No matter whether he is captured alive or killed, senior will inevitably be tracked by the eighth level of our clan!"

The monster who calls himself the Ninth Son screams in panic.

At the same time, Chen Ping's appearance was projected in its single eye.

"Night Demon Death Curse?"

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed.

The magical power of this night demon clan is unique.

He had obviously used various means to hide his true appearance, but his true identity was actually revealed by a small late seventh-level night demon.

and delivered it into the pupils.

"Senior, we, the Night Demon Clan, are only targeting the Yueshan League. I am willing to turn a blind eye to your rescue of this remnant and never report it to our ancestors!"

Seeing Chen Ping's hesitation, the Ninth Holy Son not only did not ridicule, but also lowered his attitude.

It only wanted to survive and did not dare to go against an eighth-level human being.

"Chen Sheng, the Night Demons are insidious and cunning, you must not trust them easily!"

On the side, Yu Kang said anxiously.

"Little one, come with me."

With a sneer on his face, Chen Ping shook his mind and knocked the Ninth Holy Son unconscious.

Then, it turned into a startling rainbow and flashed suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the end of the sky with the Night Demon, Young Master Feng, and Yu Kang.

…

Every step Chen Ping takes crosses tens of thousands of miles of sea.

"Senior Chen's magical power is much stronger than that of Patriarch Feng. If our Yueshan Alliance can win over him, there may not be any hope of a comeback!"

Yu Kang was simply surprised and happy.

Think about how to ask for help in your mind.

After being rescued twice in a row, he had already concluded that this vicious-mouthed great sage was actually a soft-hearted person.

At this time, Chen Ping had no time to talk to Yu Kang.

Pressing one hand on the Ninth Son's disc head, the soul-searching technique started to change rapidly.

Because the soul structure of the Night Demons is completely different from that of humans.

His soul-searching technique could only extract one percent of the information, and it was intermittent and incomplete.

But not long after, a sinister smile appeared on Chen Ping's lips.

"The ancestor of the Three-Headed Dao Transformation Night Demon, are you trying to bully others with me?"

Chen Ping suddenly pulled out his hand and reached into the brain of the Ninth Holy Son to stir it up.

This seventh-level night devil with a considerable background was immediately shaken to his core and died in a coma.

"Chen Sheng..."

Chen Ping suddenly made a fatal move, even Yu Kang was startled and his eyes were filled with awe.

"Zizzi!"
To be continued...