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"The third one," Lu Ping said without waiting for Dabao to ask, "is this Feiling Island, the only giant island in the entire North Sea. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. This Feiling Island has long been conquered by the Feiling Sect.
The ancestors of past generations have transformed it to almost perfection!”
Lu Ping stretched out his arms, as if to embrace the whole world, and said: "The beautiful bells and spirits of the North Sea are all on Feiling Island!"
Dabao naturally didn't care about this, but when Lu Ping talked about it, he naturally asked: "If this is the case, how come the Feiling Sect was still destroyed?"
Lu Ping shook his head and did not answer, but turned around and said: "Go and find Zi Lan, we are leaving Feiling Island!"
In an extremely remote place in the northwestern part of the North Sea, Xu Weihong, who was in an extremely miserable state, was running for his life in a hurry, with a look of horror on his face. At the same time, he looked back from time to time, as if he was chasing some wild beast.
Xu Weihong never expected to meet this evil star in this remote place. The four alchemy-level monks who came with him all died in the hands of this man. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I'm afraid even he himself would have died.
Fall under that man's sword.
Together with Xu Weihong, two late-stage pill-forging monks and three mid-stage pill-forging monks, the five of them combined together can just set up a Taoist formation inherited from the Xuanling Sect, even if it is replaced by five late-stage pill-forging monks.
There is nothing they can do if they join forces.
However, just as these five people were following the instructions of the ore prospector from the East China Sea to explore the direction of the earth veins in the shallow sea of this generation and looking for a spiritual material vein, one of the monks who was in the middle stage of Alchemy came so quietly.
Frozen into ice sculptures at the bottom of the sea.
Such a familiar way of killing, his junior brother's body shattered into pieces of ice floes in front of Xu Weihong's eyes, and floated to the sea. Each piece of ice floating contained a part of his junior brother's body, and what appeared behind the ice sculpture corpse was
The man who has become the nightmare of almost all Xuanling sect monks in the past five years.
The abandoned disciple of the True Spirit Sect, Yin Xuanchu!
Since Patriarch Dao Shi was assassinated by Yin Xuanchu five years ago and killed four Xuanling Sect disciples and escaped with serious injuries from the siege, Yin Xuanchu, who spent a year recovering from his injuries, frequently took action in the next four years.
, the Xuanling Sect had a Dharma Patriarch, eleven alchemy stage monks and dozens of hemolytic stage monks who died in his hands.
The entire Xuanling Sect was made restless by Yin Xuanchu alone, and the body of every Xuanling Sect monk who fell in his hands was first turned into an ice sculpture, and then shattered into ice slag on the ground.
The good people in the Beihai cultivation world call Yin Xuanchu the "Ice Demon", which means that he is as bloodthirsty and easy to kill as a cultivator, and his cultivation strength and assassination skills far surpass his father, the true spirit
One of the "Three Truths and Four Spirits" of the sect in those days, the Shadow True Person Li Xuanyin.
Fortunately, although Yin Xuanchu has been murderous in the past five years, he has basically never taken the initiative to find trouble with monks from other sects except Xuanling Sect. Therefore, although other sects have repeatedly denounced Yin Xuanchu, they even maliciously speculated that he belonged to the True Spirit Sect.
Conspiracy, but other than that, the only thing left is to watch the Xuanling Sect’s jokes.
The frightened Xuanling Sect monks hurriedly fought back, but before they could catch Yin Xuanchu's hidden whereabouts, another monk in the middle stage of alchemy forging turned into an ice sculpture again before Xu Weihong's eyes and shattered into ice slag.
run!
Xu Weihong made a quick decision and left behind his two juniors who were in the middle stage of Alchemy. He used his escape technique with all his strength to fly out of the sea water, and then set up his escape light and headed towards the southeast.
And just after Xu Weihong escaped dozens of feet, a scream came from the sea behind him but stopped abruptly. Xu Weihong could even imagine the lifelike ice statue of his junior disciple in the middle stage of Alchemy, who opened his mouth and screamed.
.
Xu Weihong's heart trembled, and a rocket talisman in his hand was immediately thrown out. A huge rocket beam rose from the sky, exploding a silver flower with a radius of dozens of feet at an altitude of hundreds of feet, even hundreds of miles away.
can be seen clearly.
Xu Hongwei knew that the only remaining junior disciple who was in the middle stage of Alchemy could not last long under Yin Xuanchu's hand, so Xu Hongwei simply bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and actually used the secret technique of blood escape.
This time, the Xuanling Sect asked the Crystal Palace to send a dowser to search for spiritual material mines in the northwest sea. The dowser was accompanied and protected by more than a dozen alchemy-stage monks led by the ancestor of the Xuanling Sect, Lu Xuheng.
Xu Weihong's team was also sent by Patriarch Lu Xuheng. As long as Xu Weihong could escape to Patriarch Lu Xuheng, Yin Xuanchu who was chasing him would definitely die. At worst, he would be able to escape under the protection of Patriarch Faxiang.
I'll save my life.
Just when Xu Weihong was thinking wildly, a chill suddenly came from behind him!
Xu Hongwei didn't even think about it, he held up his magic weapon and struck it behind him.
when!
Xu Weihong staggered forward and tried his best to turn his body and look back. But the moment the magic weapon in his hand collided with the magic weapon of the person behind him, a cold feeling penetrated through his life.
The magic weapon spreads towards the body.
Xu Weihong couldn't help but shudder, but after all, he was also a late-stage alchemy monk, a rising star that the Xuanling Sect focused on cultivating, and the proud master of the ancestor Feng Xudao.
The cold can be expelled, but at least it can be temporarily suppressed.
When he looked up, he saw Yin Xuanchu, dressed in black, looking at him coldly. There was no aura showing around him, but he didn't look like an ordinary person, but rather like a piece of ice that was not sick.
The temperatures are dropping.
Xu Weihong knew that this was a coercive aura, which was usually only possessed by monks at the Dharma phase stage. In addition, only those top-level demon clans with pure bloodline had bloodline coercion.
According to legend, Yin Xuanchu is a hybrid of human and demon, and has the bloodline of the top-level demon clan Ice Chi in his body. Is it because of this?
This thought flashed through Xu Weihong's mind, but he did not forget that this was a time of life and death. This place was very close to the place where ancestor Lu Xuheng and the others were. They thought they had already seen Xu Weihong's words at this time.
Rocket Talisman has arrived to help. As long as he can hold on, he may be able to escape with his life.
But can he stop it?
Xu Weihong did not dare to think further, but these thoughts kept entering his mind. Xu Weihong's mind was already in chaos. The magic weapon in his hand tried his best to resist Yin Xuanchu's attack, but his expression became more and more panicked.
A look of contempt flashed across Yin Xuanchu's eyes, and then he returned to the state of Gujing Wubo. The pair of frost daggers in his hands became more and more powerful. Every time he collided with the magic weapon in Xu Weihong's hand, a cold force came out.
It invaded his true essence, causing Xu Weihong's true essence to not function smoothly. Every time he resisted Yin Xuanchu's attack, he became more and more powerless.
Seeing that Xu Weihong was about to perish under Yin Xuanchu's sword, even Xu Weihong himself began to despair, waiting for the last moment to arrive, but Yin Xuanchu himself suddenly stopped, and suddenly stepped back dozens of feet, and then hung
Standing on the sea, looking around at something.
Xu Weihong was stunned for a moment, then realized something, with a look of ecstasy on his face.
The space beside Xu Weihong suddenly opened up, and Lu Xuheng stepped out. He glanced at Xu Weihong with a slight dissatisfaction, then looked at Yin Xuanchu and said, "Are you Yin Xuanchu, an abandoned disciple of the True Spirit Sect?"
Yin Xuanchu did not answer Patriarch Lu Xuheng's words, but put away the daggers in both hands and said: "How many people are here, please come out!"
"Okay! As expected of being Li Xuanyin's son, he is indeed very talented!"
Lu Xuheng clapped his hands and sighed: "The True Spirit Sect has been on a roll of bad luck in recent years. There are many elite disciples under our sect. If you, Yin Xuanchu, had not been expelled from the True Spirit Sect, your achievements would not be as good as those of you.
Then Lu Xuanping is not much different, one immortal, one demon, two swords and two tigers, even so, the Beihai cultivation world still regards you as a disciple of the True Spirit Sect!"
Yin Xuanchu remained silent, just silently watching the Xuanling Sect monks who appeared from the surrounding sea water, void, islands, and clouds, and happened to surround him in the center.
A Dharma phase monk, four late-stage pill-forging monks, plus a late-stage pill-forging monk Xu Weihong who had just recovered from a desperate situation, and monks from the Xuanling sect were coming. Yin Xuanchu was surrounded and fell into an unprecedented situation.
in the midst of a crisis.
Yin Xuanchu once attacked and killed the Faxiang monks, and killed four of them to break out of the siege under the siege of several alchemy-level monks, but that attack was only launched after careful planning and careful arrangements by him.
Even so, Yin Xuanchu was seriously injured after he fought his way out of the siege, and it took him a year to recover.
At this time, Yin Xuanchu had not only lost the opportunity for sneak attacks and assassinations that he was best at, but had also fallen into a circle carefully arranged by others. The situation was exactly the opposite of that at the beginning. Now he could only face off against a Dharma cultivator and a monk in a head-to-head manner.
There are several monks of the same level who are in the later stages of Alchemy, and Yin Xuanchu's situation at this time can be said to be extremely dangerous.
On the sea hundreds of miles away from here, a portal suddenly opened, and Lu Ping walked out of the portal with a trace of novelty on his face.
The portal behind him gradually closed. Lu Ping looked at the sea around him, and then casually stretched out his hand to open a space portal. When he reappeared, he was already more than ten miles away.
"It seems that I can now control the range within more than ten miles more accurately. Although my spiritual thoughts can cover nearly thirty miles, once it goes beyond the range of more than ten miles, the range reached by the space will have extreme effects.
Big deviation.”
Lu Ping felt the spatial magical power that he had gradually become familiar with, and murmured to himself: "It seems that it is still relatively unfamiliar. I think that with more practice, I can achieve more accurate teleportation."
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