"call"

"call"

The early morning river breeze is a bit biting.

At the ferry crossing on the shore, there was already a long queue.

At the end, a man in purple robe looked around casually, holding something wrapped in lotus leaves in his hand.

Soon, a small boat appeared on time.

"Meet the Immortal Master!"

"See senior!"

The mortals and low-level cultivators who lined up knelt down and saluted respectfully.

Immediately, the man in purple robe standing with his hands behind his back and his expression unchanged stood out.

On the boat, stood a middle-aged man in black Taoist robes and a woman of great power.

After seeing the purple-robed man, the black-robed Taoist was not surprised and smiled at him.

On the contrary, the woman looked extremely nervous and her face turned pale.

"Xin Yu."

The Taoist in black shook the woman's hand to calm the fear in her heart.

The next moment, the boat slowly docked at the ferry.

"Everyone, please leave. He is the only one who is destined to be here today."

The Taoist in black pointed to the distance.

Hearing this, everyone on the shore did not dare to stay long and left one after another.

"An evil guest came to my door and disturbed Taoist friend Mo's seclusion. Please forgive me."

The man in purple robe apologized, his figure flashed, and he landed firmly on the boat.

"Thank you Daoyou Chen for your tolerance. These past thousands of years have been the most peaceful period for Mo."

Shaking the blue oar, the Taoist man in black drove the boat.

"It's just an accident."

Leaning against the side of the boat, Chen Pingdan said with a smile.

In the past, if Zhengdao Zhong hadn't chased him and forced him to leave the star realm, how would Mo Shiying have had peace for these thousands of years?

He looked at Mo Shiying.

Although this person is in the semi-immortal realm, half of his soul is missing.

It must be missing

The part that merged with the remains of the ancient troll.

This means that Mo Shiying has completely cut off the road to the ninth level.

"Is this Ling Zheng?"

Chen Ping glanced sideways at the trembling beauty.

Mo Shiying did not hesitate to be bewitched by the True Dharma Immortal, and slaughtered hundreds of millions of creatures with blood, just to resurrect this woman who was killed by the powerful men of the Tianchen Alliance.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, can you let us go?"

"We, husband and wife, will never return to the world of cultivation."

Jiang Xinyu bit her lip and begged.

"I have mentioned this before. There is no point in resurrecting her subconscious. Is she still the same person you know?"

Turning a blind eye to Jiang Xinyu's begging for mercy, Chen Ping asked Mo Shiying.

"Mo is a dying person, it doesn't matter whether he is or is not."

Mo Shiying's free and easy way.

"You should have had the opportunity to kill the corpse."

Chen Ping's tone was regretful.

"The paths you and I are pursuing are completely different. If Chen Daoyou compares his own criticisms, Mo will just laugh them off."

Holding Jiang Xinyu's hand tightly, Mo Shiying replied calmly.

criticism?

Chen Ping was noncommittal and slowly opened the lotus leaf rolled up in his hand.

Inside are two ugly-looking buns, but they are fragrant.

"Let's hit the road."

Chen Ping said quietly.

The troll slough controlled by Mo Shiying put him in desperate situations several times. He had no reason to let go of an enemy who was in the semi-immortal realm.

"Everything I promised you is included."

Mo Shiying nodded calmly, flicked his sleeves and shot out a Taihe bottle.

"By the way, your sister-in-law Jiang Anning has been rescued by me. After erasing her memory, she can gain a foothold in the Human Emperor Pavilion."

Taking the Taihe bottle, Chen Ping informed leisurely.

Hearing this, Mo Shiying and Jiang Xinyu suddenly showed a hint of gratitude.

The two of them looked at each other again, with no words of farewell or heartbreaking emotions.

Watching each other quietly, they each picked up a steaming bun and stuffed it into their mouths.

For thousands of years, they have been saying goodbye every moment.

"Zi Zi"

"Zi Zi"

As soon as the bun is eaten, it turns into a deadly gray death air and pours into the internal organs, flooding the heaven of souls.

Mo Shiying and Jiang Xinyu clenched their hands and fell straight down.

Chen Ping stared at Mo Shiying.

Until his life was cut off, there was not even a hint of regret or begging for mercy.

The boat under my feet swayed and sank to the bottom of the river, never being able to sail to the other side again.

"It is recorded in the history books of the Star Realm that the troll relics are causing chaos and wreaking havoc. This is all the fault of Qi Kaiyu and has nothing to do with Mo Shiying, the first emperor of Yuan Xinghai."

Reversing historical infamy was the last thing Chen Ping did for Mo Shiying.

Quan thought that this person had an encounter with him by chance in the past, but he had no intention of murdering him in return.

"Why do we need to meet him if we have a chance to meet him? We will be strangers when we meet."

The bodies of the two people hugging each other were turned into ashes. After Chen Ping stayed silent for a moment, his figure flew away from the Dream Star as if the violent breeze had faded away.

…

In the narrow gap of space, Chen Ping's figure kept moving back and forth.

"After Jiang Xinyu was resurrected, the consciousness born from the corpse of Zhenfaxian disappeared?"

Scanning a jade slip left by Mo Shiying, Chen Ping's heart moved.

Mo Shiying roughly described thousands of years of experience.

He also revealed the speculation that the Tiandao of the Corpse Slayer Realm is suspected to be the Innate Sword.

Could it be that the Xiantian Sword took away the True Dharma Immortal?

Chen Ping frowned, and after thinking about it, he stopped making random guesses.

In addition to this jade slip, Mo Shiying's relics also contained a pool of cyan fluid.

The essence of the Chaos Supreme Treasure Bodhi Heaven!

It can add foundation to Jiang Anning.

Since he was entrusted by his old friend, Chen Ping naturally did not want to be greedy for ink, and planned to add more to Jiang Anning's body in the future.

"Slaughter and refine the blood fairy race that was fused into one realm!"

Picking up the last object, Chen Ping's heart was pounding.

This blood fairy seed is shaped like malt magnified several times, releasing a dazzling color like blood and fire, which is dazzling.

As soon as it touches the physical body, a blood force as strong as a stormy wave is immediately transmitted.

"Although the Blood Immortal Seed refined by the secret technique of True Magic Immortal is quite miraculous and can indeed achieve immortality, its potential after that is just mediocre!"
To be continued...