Elder Ke Qing?

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, revealing a slight smile.

The so-called guest elders are special positions arranged by large sects and forces for some casual cultivators, which is equivalent to a nominal position.

When the force encounters any trouble, these Ke Qing elders can legitimately help.

This kind of help is not very compulsory, and the treatment that Keqing elders usually enjoy is not half worse than that of formal elders.

It sounds like Elder Keqing is a good job.

But in fact, it's not that simple at all.

Once involved in the vortex of interests among high-level monks, you can't help yourself.

Zhou Wuchun made a good calculation, but these were Chen Ping's leftover tricks.

You know, he built the Chen family’s prosperous worship hall with his own hands!

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Zhou, for looking at me differently."

Chen Ping's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "Ye Xianyun Yehe is used to living alone and has no thoughts of joining any force for the time being."

"Then Zhou won't force others to do anything difficult."

Zhou Wuchun showed a trace of regret, took out a glistening jade flute from his arms, and said: "This is Zhou's token. If Fellow Daoist Ye wants to find a home in the future, please be the first to consider my Zhou family.

"

Chen Ping frowned. Although Zhou Wuchun was stalking him, his groveling attitude was very comfortable.

So, after pondering for a moment or two, he put the jade flute away.

Then, Zhou Wuchun told Chen Ping about the Zhou family's property in Shuangcheng.

He also stated that as long as he brought the jade flute, he could enjoy the same treatment as him.

Naturally, Chen Ping didn't believe this kind of empty talk.

Zhou Wuchun can withdraw the income from the family business at any time, can he also use tokens?

If this is the case, then the Zhou family's courage may not be comparable to that of the Huashen Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..."

Zhou Wuchun opened his mouth and was about to say something else when a loud noise like thunder from the Nine Heavens was heard. The nearby sea shook and hundreds of ships, large and small, began to shake violently.

The two were startled for a moment, looked at each other, and hurriedly looked towards the origin of the movement.

Three or four hundred miles away inland of the island of Ceylon, a large piece of red cloud like sunset was rolling and rolling, and then there was a deafening roar like the sound of thousands of horses galloping.

And with the sound of this sound, a sandstorm of tens of feet was set off in the distant area, and a silvery white cloud rushed towards the dock from far to near.

At some unknown time, Wu Feihe and Xiong Dingtian also appeared on the deck, with extremely solemn expressions.

"Fellow Daoist Xiong, your spiritual consciousness is the strongest here, but why did you find out what happened there?"

Wu Feihe's expression changed and he said nervously.

"It's too far, beyond the scope of my survey."

Xiong Dingtian's eyes narrowed and he said slowly: "However, the clouds and mist are moving very fast towards the ferry. In a few breaths, I will be able to see it clearly."

Turning a blind eye to the conversation between the two, Chen Pingping stared expressionlessly at the rolling clouds and mist in the sky, and after a while he started sweating profusely and panting.

Because the spiritual pressure coming from the clouds and mist is really shocking.

That's not the oppression of divine consciousness or demonic consciousness, but rather the heel of magic!

A spell separated by hundreds of miles caused such a huge suppression to him. One can imagine what an extreme scene must be around the clouds and mist.

"Could it be a senior at the Golden Core stage, or a fourth-level demonic beast swallowing clouds and spitting mist over there?"

As soon as the thought came to mind, Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly communicated with Chunyang Sword, ready to run away at any moment.

Although his consciousness was close to two hundred miles away, he didn't dare to get too close.

If the existence of the mist is induced to mistakenly think that he is hostile, then it would be a serious injustice.

"This is impossible!"

Five breaths later, Xiong Dingtian seemed to have seen something terrifying, his eyes widened, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

"Fellow Taoist Xiong, what on earth is this?"

Wu Feihe was also startled by the look of fear on his face and asked hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Dingtian ignored her at all and just muttered in a daze: "Impossible...impossible, how could it massacre my human monks?"

"Fellow Daoist Xiong, you should explain it clearly!"

Zhou Wuchun's expression collapsed and he growled anxiously.

"I have to do it myself."

Seeing that Xiong Dingtian was peering with his spiritual consciousness, but it did not cause serious consequences, Chen Ping took courage and used a ray of his spiritual consciousness to look into the clouds and mist. In the next moment, he finally saw the vast vision clearly!

In the center of the clouds and mist, a white double-headed eagle as big as a city wall was spreading its wings and flying.

Silver light shone all over his body, and there was a red flesh crown on his head, and every feather was filled with a strong evil aura.

Its back is covered with scales and its hair is light silver, just like an object perfectly carved by a master craftsman.

The most shocking thing is that the demon's outstretched wings are up to a hundred feet long, casting a dark shadow wherever it flies.

The clouds and mist that covered half of the sky flew out from the wings of this double-headed eagle.

"Fourth level monster!"

Chen Ping swallowed his throat wildly. Just the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy leaked from this bird gave him a feeling of fear.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a fourth-level demon who has cultivated the demon elixir!

As for whether it was the early stage, the middle stage, or the late stage, the gap between the two sides was so big that he couldn't tell for a while.

"There are very few eagle-like monsters that have two heads at the same time."

Chen Ping was suddenly shocked and said in shock: "Could it be the sect-protecting beast of Sanjue Palace, the Water Mysterious Dragon Eagle?"

"Water Black Dragon Eagle!"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Feihe and Zhou Wuchun screamed in unison, confirming his guess.

In just three breaths and a few flutters of the double-headed white eagle, we were less than a hundred miles away from the ferry.

In this way, not only the Yuan Dan monks, but also the junior foundation builders and Qi practitioners with good eyesight could clearly see the true form of the behemoth.

"The visitor is evil!"

Chen Ping suddenly felt that his hands and feet were cold. As soon as he thought the mantra, it turned into a beam of green light and entered the cabin of the Wind Killer.

At the same time, Xiong Dingtian, Wu Feihe, and Zhou Wuchun all reacted and followed the same example to get into the spirit ship.

In a corner of the top box, Chen Ping was concentrating his magic power with all his strength, and his eyes were filled with a look of fear that he couldn't get rid of.

He could see clearly just now that on the dragon eagle's two giant claws, the extremely sharp fingertips shone with an astonishing cold light.

There were several human monks in different costumes strung between the hooks that were about ten feet long. Some were still alive and spitting out blood, while others were already corpses with their faces covered in stiff pain.

If this doesn't prove anything, the eagle flew from the island to the ferry, just like harvesting weeds, destroying every building and life in the place it passed and turned into ashes.

It is enough to show that this fourth-level monster has extremely strong hostility towards the human race!
Chapter completed!