Just for a moment, Chen Ping's eyes were lifeless and he looked like a zombie!
It is obvious that the sea of consciousness has been breached and there is no spiritual consciousness!
When the man in green saw this, he casually pulled back the big net on Chen Ping's body!
"Chen Ping, Chen Ping..."
Seeing this, Zhu Qingxiu hurriedly stepped forward and shook Chen Ping, trying to wake Chen Ping up!
But Zhu Qingxiu's shout immediately stunned the five demon cultivators.
"You said this boy's name is Chen Ping?"
The man in green looked at Zhu Qingxiu and asked!
Zhu Qingxiu glared at the man in green, but didn't pay attention to him!
"Brother, this guy's name is Chen Ping. He can't be the guy that the alliance leader used a hundred years of sacrifice to hunt down, right?"
The bearded demon cultivator asked in a low voice!
"It's very possible that if it were really him, the five of us brothers would be dead."
"They all say that Chen Ping is very powerful. So many people have failed to catch him. Now it seems that his reputation is just in vain. We didn't catch him casually."
The man in green said very proudly!
Zhu Qingxiu didn't know what these people were saying, nor did she know that Chen Ping was hunted down by the Demonic Alliance with a hundred-year offering!
If she knew, she wouldn't be so calm when she heard Chen Ping's name!
After all, the name Chen Ping is very famous in the world of gods and humans!
Chen Ping listened to the conversation between several demon cultivators and knew that these guys were actually members of the Demon-Sealing Alliance. This could be regarded as a close encounter between enemies.
Even without Zhu Qingxiu, Chen Ping would not let go of the people from the Demon Sealing Alliance when he met them!
"Boy, now I order you to take off this woman's clothes..."
The man in green ordered Chen Ping.
Now that Chen Ping's sea of consciousness has been breached, he has long lost his sense of autonomy and is completely at the mercy of others.
"Yes!" Chen Ping nodded dullly, and then grabbed Zhu Qingxiu.
"What are you going to do? Wake up quickly, wake up..."
When Zhu Qingxiu saw Chen Ping trying to take off her clothes, she could only keep dodging and yelling for Chen Ping to wake up.
She also knew at this moment that Chen Ping was not a bad person, otherwise he would not have helped her out of trouble, but now that Chen Ping was controlled by the other party, Zhu Qingxiu couldn't bear to do anything to Chen Ping.
After all, Chen Ping fell into the other party's trap to help himself and became what he is now.
"Hahaha, take it off quickly, take it off for him quickly..."
"It's so interesting. I'm going to record this scene with a recording crystal so that other people in the Demon Sealing Alliance can see whether Chen Ping, who was blown up to the sky, turned into a walking corpse in the hands of our brothers."
After the bearded monk finished speaking, he took out the recording crystal and began to record everything at the scene.
Chen Ping stepped forward, grabbed Zhu Qingxiu, and kept tearing Zhu Qingxiu's clothes. Zhu Qingxiu tried his best to protect herself and said in a hurry: "Don't do this. If you do this again, I will have to be rude to you."
, can you wake up?"
"Don't worry, I won't really take off your clothes."
At this time, Chen Ping suddenly spoke in a low voice!
Zhu Qingxiu was stunned, looked at Chen Ping in disbelief and said, "Are you not being controlled?"
"With their little tricks, trying to control my sea of consciousness is simply a daydream. I'm just teasing them."
Chen Ping smiled lightly and said!
Seeing this, Zhu Qingxiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Then what should we do next?"
"The two of us pretend to be fighting, you lure someone over, and I kill him by surprise..."
Chen Ping said!
"How did I lure you here?" Zhu Qingxiu was a little confused!
Chen Ping tore off Zhu Qingxiu's clothes, exposing her snow-white skin!
"ah……"
Zhu Qingxiu panicked and slapped Chen Ping directly.
After the beating, Zhu Qingxiu felt a little regretful, but it was just an instinctive reaction.
