"The legs of this insect?"

On the soft sand, black centipedes kept neighing, and their eyes revealed anthropomorphic terror.

My legs were gone while I was crawling.

Third-level monsters are equivalent to the Yuandan realm of human monks, and they already have relatively complete spiritual intelligence.

The strange changes in his body structure caused him to fall into endless fear.

The Golden Immortal Dharma is born! ??

Bones and corpses are sloughing off, Ai Xuanji, Tiankui is breathing rapidly, and his pupils are constricted.

When Chen Ping was exposed to this magical power, he couldn't help but feel envious and even jealous.

For a moment, the vast desert was as quiet as death.

Chen Ping slowly wandered to the place where the black centipede fell. After closing his eyes and feeling for a while, he murmured:

"I see."

He waved his hand in the air, and a half-foot-wide golden bridge that was invisible and intangible to outsiders reached straight into the clouds.

One end of the bridge is inside itself.

The other end goes deep into the way of heaven.

The unfortunate black centipede runs through the middle.

But this golden bridge, which only he can sense, has no real power to kill monsters.

The creature that masters the rules of the Golden Immortal is a medium.

The essence is a contest between the way of heaven and the one being bewitched!

After thinking about it, Chen Ping glanced at Gu Aotian again.

In an area invisible to everyone, a golden bridge floated on his body between the two.

But when it connects to Gu Aotian, the golden bridge breaks for no reason and turns into nothingness.

This is the scene where spell casting is blocked!

Because there are three parties involved in this process. He, Gu Aotian in the semi-immortal realm, and Tiandao in the corpse-slaying realm. Any error in any link will cause the spell to fail. Gu Aotian's strength is too strong.

The bridge that carries the load cannot bear its breath at all, so it will collapse upon contact and cannot build a complete cycle.

The spell is naturally ineffective!

"Similar to the Dao of Chaos, only after at least seven transformations can one be able to deal with the top half-immortals and some ninth-level ones with ease."

Chen Ping was thoughtful.

The transformation of the Golden Immortal Dharma Sui is the golden bridge of cultivation.

The higher the realm, the stronger the bridge's carrying capacity. The previous realm of the Nine Thoughts of the Stele Spirit could easily completely suppress the bones, bones, corpses and other creatures into the way of heaven.

"Little reptile, your body is gone."

Looking at the black centipede that had lost its flat legs, Chen Ping said indifferently.

The Golden Immortal Technique is a special kind of magic.

The formula can be hidden in the heart.

It doesn't have to be expressed in "verbal" form.

However, the great masters who have mastered the attributes of magic in the past have always liked to pretend to be profound, and Chen Ping naturally inherited this fine tradition.

As he blurted out these words, the black centipede that was originally in the golden bridge twisted for a while.

Immediately, the several-foot-long body was covered by torrents of golden energy and disappeared majestically in front of people.

In an instant, all that was left of the black centipede was a lively head!

Losing limbs and trunk has no impact at all except restricting its movement.

The demon soul state of this insect is still at its peak.

Leaving the centipede behind, Chen Ping's figure flickered in the desert. Every few breaths, an indigenous monster would be missing its arms and legs. Then, it was not limited to living creatures.

The strange phenomena that disappeared from the sky began to spread to the unconscious rocks, shrubs, and sand sea.

In the eyes of Ai Xuanji and others, Chen Ping seemed to be performing magic tricks.

But Chen Ping, who cast spells himself, has built countless golden bridges.

Connecting him to all things, it finally penetrates into the way of heaven.

"The power of the Golden Immortal Technique of the second metamorphosis is as strong as the ability to seal fourth-level creatures."

Chen Ping gradually understood the failure of several fifth-level fox monsters.

"Whoosh"

At night, Chen Ping rolled up his sleeves.

There were hundreds of various kinds of monsters gathered in front of him.

or

There are two eyes hanging, or only a fluffy tail, or even a hard black hair.

It's simply a frightening feast of ruins.

"If he had mastered the Golden Immortal Technique to perfection, the tragedy of that day would be unimaginable."

Ai Xuanji shuddered.

He would rather be beaten until only a single head is left in the world, rather than feel the death shroud of the Golden Immortal Dharma Sui.

"Pavilion Master, what will happen if you kill a living being under the suppression of Fa Sui's power?"

The bone brake corpse shed was as if he had discovered a new world of cultivation, and he was full of interest. After hearing this, Chen Ping smiled suddenly, walked up to the head of the black centipede, and stepped on it with his leg.

There was a "bang" sound.

The head cracked open and flowed blackly all over the ground.

At the same time, the golden bridge between the two also broke.

The next moment, the black centipede's limbs and torso reappeared.

However, this insect is already dead!

Seeing this scene, Ai Xuanji couldn't help but feel a chill that swept through his bones.

The Golden Immortal Technique is clearly a killing magical power!

This method strips away the physical body, magic power, and soul of the living being, which is equivalent to greatly reducing the strength. Once the opponents of equal strength are hit by the Golden Immortal Magic, they will immediately lose their ability to compete. For example, Ai Xuanji is as fearful as a tiger.

One of the Five Elements Dao Fruits was missing out of thin air, and the magical power plummeted by 70%!

Chen Ping could kill him with just a thought.

If this isn't a direct and effective killing power, what is it?

"Gu Aotian, I give this order and you will kill this fox demon immediately."

"Gu Tutian, you come with me."

Pointing at the fourth-level red fox that was missing half of its body, Chen Ping gave a few instructions and flew into Gaogang where the wind roared and rolled wildly.

Chen Ping did not dodge and flew along the golden bridge connected to the red fox.

On the other side of the bridge is the Heavenly Way.

He was ready to reach the end to find out.

More than ten hours later, Chen Ping, who had crossed countless immortal rivers, suddenly stopped.

Gu Tutian on the side didn't know why, so he cautiously followed and stopped.

The four fields are a vast, violent and disorderly space.

Vast nothingness.

"Does Protector Tutian have special feelings?"

Chen Ping asked calmly.

Hearing this, Gu Tutian shook his head blankly.

"It seems that only the creatures who have mastered the Golden Immortal Magic can perceive the mystery here."

Looking around, Chen Ping's pupils narrowed.

Looking around, there is clearly a place with bright golden light.

The dazzling bright light kept sweeping across Gu Tutian's body. But this top half-immortal creature just didn't notice anything wrong at all.

On the other hand, when Chen Ping was among them, he felt an unusually warm and harmonious feeling.

Looking up, he saw patches of shadow.
To be continued...