Ten feet above the sea, a bunch of blue-purple light was escaping in a frantic flash.

"I want to return to the city as soon as possible to inform the clan brothers who are left behind about this matter. I must immediately arrange a retreat."

Tong Huyun's face turned pale as he controlled the escape light, while secretly thinking with fear.

His natal weapon has been damaged, and there is no point in remaining on the battlefield.

The black-faced man's magical power definitely exceeded that of the late Yuan Dan. With a casual sword attack, he had to defend himself with all his strength.

If he strikes again, he will really die at his doorstep today.

Now, we can only pray that Qiyuan Sanren can hold off the situation with one against two, giving him time for the Tong family to retreat.

"It's a pity that Tong spent half his life cultivating the spiritual beast."

Tong Huyun felt pain and hatred, gritted his teeth and said.

Although the butterfly slave was of ordinary heavenly demon bloodline, his cultivation from the first level cost him hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones.

The five-headed horned beetles used as the wall of flesh were rare and precious ancient bugs, and it was not easy for them all to reach the second level peak.

He had hoped that one of the beetles would break through to the third level and become the King of Insects.

At that time, he can develop into the formidable insect cultivator and develop his magical powers.

But looking at the current situation, including Die Slave, everyone will be accounted for soon.

This also means that the wealth he accumulated has shrunk by more than half in an instant.

Moreover, without the Blood-weeping Fierce Butterfly, he was suddenly reduced to the weakest Yuan Dan cultivator. Such a huge contrast made Tong Huyun filled with hatred, and the seeds of revenge immediately took root and sprouted.

"There are still fifty miles."

The buildings at the ferry gradually came into view, and Tong Huyun finally showed a look of surviving the disaster.

The first target of Di Yaoxian and others should be Qiyuan Sanren, and there were no monks chasing after them.

But while he was relaxed, he did not dare to be careless. His consciousness scanned the surroundings over and over again, guarding against being attacked by others.

However, about forty feet below the sea, a huge current fluctuated frequently, closely following the escaping light in mid-air.

The movement in this area was tightly covered by Chen Ping's vast spiritual consciousness. With Tong Yunhu's method, what he detected was just the illusion of calm.

Just when the blue-purple light was only thirty miles away from the ferry, there was a sudden rumbling sound from the bottom of the sea.

The next moment, a golden-black giant that almost covered most of the sky floated up on the waves. It just bent its legs and jumped, and a violent stench spread out, and a huge force hit the escape light.

Tong Huyun above him suddenly turned pale in horror. He flashed and rushed hundreds of feet away. With the help of a few drops of blood essence, his speed was slightly faster than before.

But the seemingly slow-moving giant actually stopped. Its belly arched, and a black-blue arm rushed out, and shot to Tong Huyun's side like lightning.

In a panic, he crushed a few defensive talismans to no avail. He hit them with "bang" and "bang" several times in a row, and they were destroyed with one punch as if they were swatting mosquitoes.

"Third-level spider demon puppet! You are Hai Changchen..."

What followed was a scream of extreme fright, but it stopped midway before even finishing the sentence.

When the demonic arm automatically bounced back to its abdomen, the spider demon puppet opened its mouth, took Tong Huyun, who had lost all his breath and dropped rapidly, into his mouth full of mucus, then flapped its small and delicate wings and returned to the battlefield in a domineering manner.

"The spider demon puppet who punches in the abdomen and attacks sneakily, you are Chen Ping of Haichang Island!"

Qiyuan Sanren, who was fighting with Di Yaoxian, saw Tong Huyun's death, his eyes narrowed, and he spoke out the incomplete words.

No wonder Di Yaoxian dared to come to provoke the Tong family, so he originally invited a strong supporter.

This newly promoted Yuan Dan, who was born in a small sea area, has been in the limelight in recent years, and his reputation has skyrocketed in the cultivation world of Liuli Sea, which is more than 100,000 miles away.

In addition to his own magical powers, the third-level puppet controlled by this person is also talked about by the cultivators.

Rumor has it that Mu Shisheng died under a sneak attack by a puppet.

After Qi Yuan heard about it a few years ago, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was probably a rumor.

After all, Mu Shi Sheng was one of the three great casual cultivators with the same name as him. How could he be killed by a third-level mid-level puppet?

But the facts are before our eyes. Tong Huyun's death without the ability to fight back means that this is no ordinary puppet.

Chen Ping came all the way from afar to intervene in Liulihai's orthodoxy dispute. Now he has a reasonable explanation.

As far as he knew, Di Yaoxian had participated in the genocide battle on Kongming Island, and perhaps he had established a certain amount of trust with Chen Ping.

Standing up for an old friend to fight against injustice is a common occurrence in the cultivation world and is not surprising.

It's ridiculous that he had been plotting with the Tong family for more than ten days, and even took Yang Fanying from the Yehuo Alliance into consideration.

Unexpectedly, the person who helped Cangji Sect in the end was Chen Ping, who was many times more troublesome.

"Di Lao'er has a strength close to half a step of golden elixir. Chen Ping shouldn't be much weaker than him. I'm afraid I won't feel comfortable if the two of them join forces. If nothing can be done, the best way is to escape."

Qi Yuan's mind was racing, and he had the idea of ​​​​avoiding the war. Anyway, he had already collected the Tong family's treasures.

However, abandoning the Tong family will definitely violate the thick blood contract signed by both parties, and will inevitably suffer a strong backlash.

Therefore, Qi Yuan is still a little undecided.

"The damn Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce!"

Qi Yuan and Tong Huyun were yelled at, and Chen Ping was not surprised at the same time as he was yelling curses.

With the Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce's unremitting publicity, his identity as a physical cultivator, sword cultivator, and puppet master can no longer be hidden from the world.

Qi Yuan revealed his origin through just one puppet, which is the best evidence.

Fortunately, he did not pretend to hide his true identity by disguising himself.

Because the old Taoist Qi Yuan has powerful magical powers, getting rid of him will inevitably reveal a lot of trump cards.

"Ouch!"

The blood-weeping ferocious butterfly suddenly trembled, let out a sharp scream, and fell straight down from the sky. It curled up on the way down, and the blood mist on its body dimmed most of it, making it look like it had been severely injured.

With the death of Tong Huyun, the mark in the butterfly's demon soul was suddenly shaken away, which triggered the backlash of the secret technique.

When monks raise spiritual beasts, they usually plant various restraints and restrictions.

Tong Huyun's method of controlling animals is far from overbearing.

In the circle of high-level soul tamers, the most popular one is the Tai Cang Blood Contract, which is made using the essence and blood of Jindan monks as a medium.

After signing the Tai Cang blood contract, as soon as the owner's soul is destroyed, the imprisoned spirit beast will also die immediately, which is extremely cruel.

Chen Ping originally planned to buy a Tai Cang Blood Contract to control the mysterious Xuan Fly.

"boom!"

The blood-weeping ferocious butterfly plunged into the seabed, causing a splash of water.

But less than a breath later, the butterfly found that it had regained its freedom, and opened its mouth to roar with excitement. Driven by its considerable intelligence, it rushed out of the sea several miles away without any hesitation.

Hesitantly turned around and ran away.

"A butterfly demon in the early stage of the third level still wants to sneak out of this Wuzhi Mountain?"

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly gave the Spider King an order.

The Spider King puppet immediately turned around, and the demonic shadow chased after him heavily.

Although the Weeping Blood Butterfly is a flying monster, it was seriously injured and on the verge of death. It could not reach 50% of its original speed. After a while, it was blocked in front by the Spider King.

Seeing this, Chen Ping chuckled and felt completely relieved.

The puppet is a dead thing, driven by spiritual stones, which greatly restrains the butterfly demon's magical power of poison.

There are no variables at all in the battle between the two.

After quickly getting rid of the two little guys who were in the way, Chen Ping, who was free, naturally focused his attention on Di Yaoxian.

I saw the sea of ​​fire formed by the Nine-Yang True Fire Comb covering the sky and the sun, shrouding Old Taoist Qiyuan tightly.

In this space where the fire spirit power is rampant, there is a shining land of one foot. No matter how violently the sea of ​​fire erodes, it will not help.

That area seemed like a spiritual ship floating in the huge waves. Even though it was tiny compared to the external environment, there was no danger of the ship capsizing or destroying people.

Using his Huan Zhen Eye and taking a closer look, Chen Ping found that Qi Yuan's side was filled with a very large and pure water spirit power, which not only resisted the Nine Yang True Fire at all times, but even had the power to counterattack.

The source of this endless water spiritual power is the beads surrounding him. Each one has a different shape and releases circles of rich blue light around him.

Taking a closer look, there are as many as fifty-six pieces.

"The product of Qimen's art?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said rather uncertainly.

Those dozens of beads have a strange smell, they don't look like magic weapons or exotic treasures.

It is reported that Qi Yuan is good at strange arts and often makes some ingenious and weird treasures for sale.

This outstanding Taoist skill is also one of the cornerstones of his achievement of the Half-Step Golden Elixir.

"snort!"

Seeing Qi Yuan's understatement, Immortal Di Yao's face darkened, and he aimed at the Nine Yang True Fire Comb and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood essence.

The flying comb immediately glowed with red light, and silver runes began to faintly roll and flash in the sea of ​​​​fire. The temperature of the nearby space increased more than ten times, and there was incredible heat everywhere.
To be continued...