"You guys stand down!"

Chong Pan Qianning and the other two shouted in a low voice, Dou Hanhai waved his hand with a solemn look, and an ice-blue copper pot suddenly rose to the top of his head, buzzing non-stop.

Then, he hit it a little, and immediately released a series of icy silver ripples from the crane's beak-shaped spout, covering him just below it.

Not surprisingly, the opponent should be a golden elixir monk with thunder attributes.

So, what he faces this time is his most powerful enemy since breaking through.

Dou Hanhai looked very calm on the surface, but he was unsure in his heart.

After all, when he broke through the tribulation, he was almost knocked out of his mind by the sixth-level thunder tribulation. He finally recovered from his injuries and consolidated his realm. His magical powers and secret techniques had no time to keep up.

The only thing I can rely on is this newly refined natal Taoist tool.

"Low-grade psychic artifact!"

Seeing the copper pot appear, Chen Ping did not panic but became happy.

Dou Hanhai is the leader of the evil cultivator and has plundered countless people. He is very worried that this person will sacrifice a medium-grade or even high-grade ice-type psychic artifact.

That way, he wouldn't have to fight anymore and would almost certainly lose.

But low-grade psychic tools cannot crush him at all!

Sure enough, the outer arc of the blue thunder vortex and the blue light cold air released by the copper pot collided with each other. No one took a step back, and it became a stalemate for a while.

This shows that although the Blue Tribulation Immortal Thunder cannot restrain the golden elixir monk's natal magic weapon, the same extreme cold energy cannot be overcome by the Immortal Thunder.

As for who can overwhelm whom in the end, it naturally depends on the strength of each.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping's consciousness swept over the storage ring and stored ten Taoist artifacts.

Although he is far from reaching the end of his rope, some necessary back-ups still need to be prepared first.

"Thunder blast!"

Chen Ping put his hands together and slowly pulled them apart with a solemn expression.

In mid-air, the green thunder vortex, which was as big as the copper pot, quickly expanded, and the thunder threads on the outer edge were instantly pulled away, forming a small sea of ​​thunder, submerging Dou Hanhai in it!

Then, Chen Ping took out a bunch of thunder stones without any delay, and his meridians circulated rapidly.

As hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones were turned into powder, the Xuansen Thunder Disk was filled with abundant thunder energy.

After that, he started to condense the second Blue Tribulation Immortal Thunder without saying a word.

There is really no other way. Although the power of the Immortal Thunder Technique is obvious to all, it takes up to two breaths to cast.

Otherwise, if balls of immortal thunder are thrown continuously, Dou Hanhai will surely die today!

At the same time, Chen Ping hadn't stopped yet. He stepped on a trace of black mist and emerged from the cracks in the underground ice. Regardless of the loss of energy and blood, he used the Demon Escape Shadow Step. He walked half a mile in the air and headed towards the fleeing Pan Qianning.

, Ke Zifeng chased after him.

He knew that a ball of immortal lightning wouldn't be able to trap Dou Hanhai for long. He had to get rid of the two annoying little flies first!

Especially Ke Zifeng, this person carries a large amount of high-grade ores, which makes him jealous even in the critical situation of fighting with a golden elixir monk.

"Where to run!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Chen Ping's mouth. When he saw that he was approaching behind the two of them, his sea of ​​consciousness trembled suddenly, and huge spiritual consciousness suppressed them overwhelmingly.

"Senior Sister Pan, save me!"

Being approached by the red-faced old man who was suspected to be a golden elixir monk, Ke Zifeng's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless. He could no longer maintain his master's demeanor and shouted sternly.

Suffering from the backlash of Hou Yi's contract, he was seriously injured at this moment and had no magical powers left.

Any early Yuan Dan monk can easily take him down, let alone a Jin Dan ancestor who can fight against Elder Dou?

Unfortunately, his plea for help was destined to be in vain.

At the moment, Pan Qianning herself was scared out of her wits, how dare she delay for a moment.

Seeing the red-faced old man rushing towards Ke Zifeng immediately, she felt a little happy. She patted the storage ring and the tortoise-shell cart reappeared, and she hurriedly ducked in.

However, the next moment, his soul suddenly shook, and an overwhelming pain arose. Pan Qianning couldn't help but groaned, and staggered down from his seat.

At the same time, her connection with the turtle shell Taoist artifact was abruptly torn apart.

"boom!"

The turtle-shell car swayed in the air, fell out of control, and crashed into an iceberg.

Even Pan Qianning who was in the fake elixir realm was so unbearable, let alone Ke Zifeng who was in the late Yuan elixir realm.

Under the shock of Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness, this man seemed to be under a restraining spell, his will was like a boat teetering in the sea, his eyes were blurred, and he looked extremely weird.

At this moment, an unpretentious palm stretched out, turned into a claw halfway, and ripped off the index finger of his right hand alive.

Ke Zifeng usually wears four storage rings on one finger, like a string of candied haws, which makes it easier for Chen Ping to harvest in one go.

"Pfft"

The blood was flowing wildly. Ke Zifeng had just regained consciousness when a painful peeling feeling rose in his heart. He subconsciously looked down and saw that his body was actually ten feet away behind him.

But his head was floating alone at the original height of his neck.

Ke Zifeng's face maintained a stunned expression.

After just half a breath, the vitality completely disappeared from the world.

Chen Ping obviously had no time to collect the body for him, so he took a step forward, opened his mouth and sprayed out a small phoenix that was crystal clear, and then, a wave of nothingness reverberated nearby.

This woman's soul is not much weaker than his, and ordinary shock alone cannot deal with her.

Therefore, Chen Ping decisively released the Phoenix Crying Qingming Technique!

As he expected, a flashing turtle car broke through the ice and flew unsteadily into the sky.

As soon as the phoenix's little beak opened, a strange wave of waves immediately rolled over Qian Ning from all directions.

Pan Qianning, who was slumped in the car, was stunned for a moment, only to feel the continuous sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling around her.

While she was stunned for a moment, Chen Ping opened the curtain and broke into the car. He punched her chest without any pretense, crushing a warm object into blood powder.

She was still holding the rare green ring in her hand, and her eyes were full of fear and panic.

In order to prevent this woman from practicing any secret magic skills, Chen Ping unceremoniously used his palm as a blade to cut it into eight pieces, and with a wave of his sleeves, he took the turtle shell cart and Pan Qianning's body in.

A storage ring.

In less than three breaths, he slaughtered two people, including a fake alchemy monk.

Of course, this doesn't have to be complacent.

Pan Qianning violated Hou Yi's contract first and was seriously injured. He was not as good as an ordinary Yuan Dan Dzogchen. How could he block his thunderous means.

"No way!"

A murmur came from behind, and at the same time, there was a strong sense of shock in the voice.

Dou Hanhai held the copper pot covered with thin ice and stood still for half a step.

Seeing the scene of two disciples dying, his expression turned pale for a moment, and then there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

It was not because Chen Ping killed the two of them in an instant, but because his consciousness swept over the red-faced old man, allowing him to clearly sense the man's true cultivation level.

Dou Hanhai's mind was completely confused, and the facts before him were beyond his hundreds of years of knowledge.

With endless doubts, his spiritual consciousness penetrated over and over again, but he always got the same result.

It was completely different from his previous judgment!

This red-faced old man of unknown origin is not a Jindan Lei cultivator at all, but a mere Yuandan Dzogchen cultivator!

Yuan Dan and Jin Dan belong to a big stage gap.

Logically speaking, no matter how strong the Yuan Dan monk is, he cannot compete head-on with Jin Dan.

At least in the nearly 10,000 years of history of the Yuanyan Islands, such an outrageous thing has never happened.

What's more, although he was promoted not long ago, he is a golden elixir with a mutated ice spirit root, and he is not at the bottom of the same level.

He really couldn't believe what he saw today. It would be fine if it was an extremely rare real demon and fake elixir, but the other party was just a small Yuan elixir.

Suspicion, jealousy, and surprise all sorts of thoughts came to him, and the feelings in his heart were magnified countless times.

"Who are you?"

Dou Hanhai narrowed his eyes and asked in a loud voice.

"You don't need to know."

Staring at Dou Hanhai warily, Chen Ping said calmly: "This intrusion into your land was really unintentional. If you just let it go, I am willing to retreat immediately."

There was a hint of vicissitudes in his voice, which fit the current image of an old man very well.

In order to confuse Dou Hanhai's judgment, he deliberately added a hint of local accent in his words.

The world of cultivation is vast. Even if the ancient sayings about cultivation are unified, if you listen carefully, you will find that there are still big differences.

Chen Ping used the usual accent in Yu Zeqiu's hometown.
To be continued...