"Xian Di Yao, you dare to touch even my disciples. Do you really think that Yuan Dan Dzogchen can do whatever you want? There are more than one Dzogchen monks who died under my hands. I think you want Cangji Sect to be completely destroyed.

Annihilated by flying ashes!"

Staring at the bodies floating on the sea, Qiyuan Sanren's face gradually turned gloomy as he spoke, and his voice suddenly became shuddering.

Although He Binghao is not the most favored among his disciples, his position is still relatively high.

Qi Yuan's first disciple, on weekdays, the ordinary Yuan Dan in Liulihai would cost him a bit of face.

But the fact that he died so miserably now clearly shows that Immortal Di Yao no longer takes Qi Yuan seriously.

"If Old Man Di dares to provoke alone, he must have support behind him. Fellow Taoist Tong and we should proceed with caution."

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes and said via voice transmission.

"Don't worry, Brother Qiyuan, Tong won't be careless. Anyway, everything will follow your arrangements."

Tong Huyun's expression tightened and he said respectfully.

Di Yao is the leader of a sect, and his foundation far exceeds that of casual cultivators of the same level. He also holds the Nine Yang True Fire Comb. His magical powers after breaking through the realm are probably not much weaker than Qi Yuan's. He does have this pride.

But Tong Huyun was not actually panicked in his heart.

The Qiyuan San cultivator next to him has been traversing the Glazed Sea for hundreds of years and is the leader of the San cultivators in the entire sea.

Unless Immortal Di Yao invites a fake elixir or a golden elixir monk from the outer sea to help, his Tong family will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Of course, this may be trivial.

If Immortal Di Yao had such a backing that could determine the outcome, how could he have been in a stalemate with his Tong family to this day?

"Xian Di Yao, where is Elder Tong Lu of our clan?"

Tong Huyun's eyes widened and he asked again and again viciously.

He knew that Tong Lu had recently hooked up with He Binghao, and the two even set up a trap to intercept and kill Cangji Sect disciples.

Now that He Haobing's body is in a different place, Tong Lu may be in trouble as well.

And the question he pretended to be angry was actually an order from Qi Yuan Sanren, asking him to try his best to hold back Di Yao Immortal.

"Hehe, as far as I know, Demon Girl Tonglu seems to be your direct descendant within three generations."

Immortal Di Yao raised his eyebrows and said slyly: "Why are you so concerned about her? Are there some unknown secrets in it?"

"For being such a disrespectful old man, Tong will chop your body into thousands of pieces and feed it to my spirit beast."

Being ridiculed by him in public, Tong Huyun couldn't help but get angry, and his beard stood straight up in anger.

"My fellow Taoist has been refusing to show up for a long time. Could it be that he is really hiding his head and showing his tail?"

At this time, Qi Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply at the sky somewhere in the north. A yellow and white light flickered in his pupils.

He did not directly start a war with Immortal Di Yao, just to delay time and facilitate the use of secret techniques.

Sure enough, after several consecutive searches, he discovered that the air circulation in a space around him was quite strange, and it seemed that an enemy cultivator with evil intentions was hiding there.

"Fellow Daoist Qiyuan is worthy of being a half-step golden elixir level figure. My breath gathering technique is very effective, but you have exposed its flaw."

A faint male cultivator's voice came from the clouds, and the figure flickered, and a man in green clothes walked out calmly, with a magnificent jade-like light shield on his body.

And inside the light mask, there was a stunningly beautiful woman reclining, naked.

This woman has a perfect figure. Even though she is hunched over, there is not a trace of fat on her smooth lower abdomen.

"Tong Lu!"

Tong Huyun was startled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Big black guy, you have to let her go within three breaths, otherwise our Tong family will never let you go."

"Three breaths?"

Chen Ping couldn't help but became speechless and said in a very calm tone: "You gave me too much time."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out a finger and stroked it like a caress on Tong Lu's jade neck. A wisp of purple and blue flames ignited, and the flawless white beauty was immediately burned to ashes.

"You're looking for death!"

Tong Huyun was extremely angry, pointing at Chen Ping and roaring, his eyes filled with concentrated murderous intent.

"It's true that Yuan Dan, who was lucky enough to break through, had an unsightly character. A family elder died, so he deserves to be so mad!"

Qiyuan Sanren secretly glanced at him with disdain and stopped his movement with a wave of his hand.

"Your Majesty doesn't show your true face to others, so your identity must be hidden?"

Staring straight at the dark-faced man standing side by side with Di Yaoxian, Qi Yuan said without changing his expression.

This black-faced man has a very strange face. Although his true face cannot be seen clearly, under the perception of secret arts, his face is clearly covered with traces of the flow of magic.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Chen Ping smiled softly and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Di is my best friend. If you want to overthrow the Cangji Sect, you are going against me!"

He looked at Qi Yuan's eyes, which were shining brightly. It was obvious that he had practiced a high-level pupil technique, so it was no wonder that he could detect his traces.

"Haha, even a mere middle-stage Yuan Dan dares to play tricks on you. I'll give you a chance to leave Liuli Sea as soon as possible. I can forget about it."

Qi Yuan said slowly, although his voice was extremely calm, the cruelty in his words was undoubtedly revealed.

"Fellow Taoist Di, try your best to hold back Taoist Qi Yuan until I kill Tong Huyun and his butterfly demon, and then I will join you to kill this beast."

As soon as Chen Ping's message came out, he turned his hand and pressed down without hesitation, and the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword circled up and slashed straight and violently.

"What, this is the best Taoist weapon? He can wield this sword when he is only in the middle stage of Yuan Dan, which proves that his main technique is very powerful."

Qi Yuan was on guard for a long time, and his consciousness quickly swept away, and an ugly look immediately appeared on his face.

The best Taoist weapon, a treasure that even he dreamed of but couldn't get, this black-faced man actually sacrificed one. Who is he?

Hearing Qi Yuan's low cry, Chen Ping couldn't help but smile proudly.

Half a year ago, he used the hooking method to insert another sycamore leaf petiole into the Chunyang Sword, but unfortunately he was unable to promote it to a top-grade Taoist weapon.

It's just that this sword is infused with Qinglian Sword Intention, which greatly increases its power and its quality is infinitely close to that of the best Taoist weapons.

"Green Lotus Sword Qi."

As soon as Chen Ping read the formula, the Pure Yang Sword burst into spiritual light, and circles of mysterious ripples rippled from the sword.

If you take a closer look, you will see that there are no ripples. They are just small blue swords flying and rotating, countless and unparalleled in violence.

Then, a buzzing sound came from the echoes of the sword qi, and hundreds of sword qi that were about a hundred feet long trembled at the same time, turning into a dense sword shadow, connecting together on the way, and within half a mile, everything was dazzling and dazzling The cold light.

"Sword cultivator!"

Qi Yuan's eyes narrowed and he thundered at Tong Yunhu: "Be careful, fellow Daoist Tong, this person's swordsmanship is directed at you. You must defend yourself with all your heart, otherwise you will die or be injured."

"Haha, Qiyuan, you can cross the river like a mud Buddha yourself, do you still have time to take care of the Tong family boy?"

Immortal Di Yao smiled sarcastically, took off the Nine Yang True Fire Comb and threw it forward. More than ten fire pillars as thick as a bowl erupted from the surface of the comb, turning into a sea of ​​​​hot fire halfway towards Qiyuan.

"If I remember correctly, the last time you and I fought was a hundred and fifty years ago, and we only briefly tried a few moves. Today, let me experience the power of the Nine Yang True Fire Comb again!"

There was a hint of evil on Qi Yuan's face, and he calmly flicked his sleeves. Dots of purple light flew out, and dozens of strange-shaped beads flew out, clustering around him, exuding bursts of extremely rich water spiritual power, which looked majestic and abnormal.

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This rare treasure from the Cangji Sect is not inferior to ordinary top-grade Taoist weapons, and is very difficult to deal with.

He won't have time to take care of Tong Yunhu next. Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on his own destiny.

To put it bluntly, that black-faced man was a sword cultivator in the middle stage of Yuan Dan, and he also mastered the best Taoist weapons. Even if Tong Yunhu and the spirit beast worked together, they would most likely lose.

Qi Yuan felt that he had exhausted his benevolence and justice. If Tong Shengrong from the city arrived in time, he might be able to save his clan brother.

"Sword cultivator!"

Tong Huyun's heart trembled, and before he had time to think about it, he shouted in a low voice. A pair of green jade hammers burst into spiritual light and turned into a green rainbow, protecting his figure inside.

At the same time, he flipped his other hand, and a water-blue shield appeared in front of him. With a slight sway, a layer of water curtain rolled up out of thin air, protecting his whole body.

Seeing that the sword energy that penetrated the sky was so fierce, he didn't realize that it was safe, and quickly crushed a round talisman. Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the air, white light intertwined and lased, and a dense network was swallowed up.

The spiritual power enveloped him.

He chose to follow Qi Yuan's warning and used a series of defensive methods.

Two middle-grade Taoist artifacts, plus a third-grade high-grade "silver silk talisman", finally calmed down his uneasy mood.

Tong Huyun's lifeless defensive posture caught his eye, and Chen Ping showed a hint of ridicule on his face.

I didn't see him throwing any more treasures out. He just raised his arms, and with a "puff" sound, a layer of purple-blue flames were released from his body. Then, with a flash of black light under his feet, Chen Ping's entire body turned into a huge fireball.

He pounced directly on Tong Huyun.

"What!"

Tong Huyun's face turned pale with fright. This person was able to attack him while being distracted and moving while mastering the swordsmanship?

Doesn't it mean that this black-faced man not only possesses extremely powerful magical power, but his spiritual consciousness is also far above the same level!

"Butterfly slave!"

Tong Huyun knew he was outmatched, so he hurriedly roared and summoned spiritual beasts to help.
To be continued...