Add more fire!

Chen Ping stretched out a finger, and with a "puff" sound, a walnut-sized ice spirit crystal flame appeared on his fingertip.

"go!"

He spat lightly in his mouth, and the fireball shot straight towards the blood shield.

"Bang"

With a crisp sound, the Ice Spirit Crystal Flame exploded, and the light blue ice spread instantly, covering the entire wall cover.

If you lean less, the temperature of the sky and the earth will drop sharply.

It's as if it has turned into a cold world of ice and snow, and your breath turns into ice.

"Crack, click, click"

Under the superposition of multiple attacks, the blood shield flickered on and off, finally showing signs of collapse.

When the Ice Spirit Crystal Flame finished burning, the powerful wall covering also turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.

Amid the red threads, a strange-looking man appeared in the air.

This person's appearance looks like he is only twenty-seven or eight.

The facial features are ordinary and nothing surprising.

But his face was covered with about three inches of bloody flesh sprouts, squirming and rolling.

It was as if they were all living creatures, which made Chen Ping feel horrified when he saw them.

He really is a blood monk!

"Breaking my blood shield means that Fellow Daoist Chen indeed has the means to counter the Golden Elixir Great Perfection."

The Evil Lord spoke calmly, and a cloud of blood mist quickly covered his face.

At the same time, the colorful sword that cut through the wall was struck on the top of his head in panic.

With the continuous blessing of Chen Ping's magic power, the power of this sword has hardly been lost.

I believe that even if Evil Lord's body refining realm reaches the late stage of Jindan, he will be severely split in half.

"This spiritual treasure I have has not been used for almost a hundred years."

Smiling at Chen Ping, the Evil Lord floated up with his arms at the same time and thrust upward!

"Wow"

Suddenly, the sound of autumn wind blowing fallen leaves swept across the sky.

This sound was mixed with endless violence, which made Chen Ping very vigilant.

The two black armbands wrapped on the Evil Lord's arms were exactly the spiritual treasures sensed before.

To be precise, they are rare paired spiritual treasures.

Could this kind of strange appearance be an important treasure for exclusive physical training?

Chen Ping did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and was always ready to use secret techniques to resist.

In the next breath, a ghostly howl sounded loudly on the surface of the armband, and two jet-black beams of light shot out in a flash.

The strange thing is that the light pillar did not attack the colorful sword immediately after it appeared.

Instead, they circled and merged into a blurry shadow in mid-air.

This shadow is several hundred feet in size.

A moment later, a lifelike black-winged roc appeared.

The surface of the giant roc was filled with countless blood-colored light arcs as thick as a bowl, covering the sky and the sun, as if a fifth-level ferocious beast had arrived in its true form.

"Please, Fellow Daoist Chen, try the power of this treasure."

The Evil Lord was able to hover on one foot, then rushed forward with his left hand and lightly grabbed it.

The black-winged roc seemed to be synchronized with his movements. A pair of huge claws the size of a palace also swung down towards the colorful sword with a dazzling blood light.

Before the giant claw could be put into place, the astonishing spiritual pressure like the overwhelming force of Mount Tai came down menacingly.

"Boom!"

The great sword condensed by the Ten Thousand Jue Formation was like a useless ornament in front of the giant claws. It thrust left and right, but it could never break free of that space.

Not far away, the Evil Lord's left hand closed slightly.

The claws of the big roc immediately grasped tightly.

A horrifying scene appeared.

The colorful sword, which could compete with Lingbao for a while, actually shattered inch by inch.

What shocked Chen Ping even more was that the big sword itself was transformed by sword energy.

Even if it is broken into pieces by outsiders using magical powers, part of it will be re-dispersed into pure sword energy.

But I don’t know what kind of energy is contained in the claws of the roc.

The colorful sword turned directly into nothingness.

At the same time, the sword threads in Zhou Tian's Wanjue Sword Formation were surprisingly missing by half.

Staring at Chen Ping, Xie Zun grabbed his arm, and the black roc immediately rushed towards the speeding car.

As soon as he sensed the terrifying power contained in the giant claw, Chen Ping's face immediately darkened.

The black roc was coming so fast, and it looked like it was swaying for nine days. It would be too late for the speeding car to hide.

With a fierce look on his face, Chen Ping opened his mouth and a ball of blood hit his fist.

Almost at the same time, a ball of dazzling silver light was released, and after a quick turn, it turned into a silver net and headed towards the big roc to block it.

Dapeng turned a blind eye to the attacking silver net, and folded its wings in a rush, trying to break out of a big hole.

However, this network is gathered by Chen Ping's physical strength, so it is self-evident how difficult it is to get through.

With a loud "rumbling" sound, the silver net suddenly shrank, covering half of Dapeng's body.

Astonishing rays of light burst out, and the space for tens of miles around exploded, distorting and blurring for a while.

"Gu Sixian is not exaggerating about the physical realm of the golden elixir peak!"

Evil Lord

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and when he was about to urge Dapeng to continue breaking free from the silver net, he suddenly remembered something, and he put his arms together in front of his chest and struck.

The Dapeng actually evacuated on its own initiative and turned into two black pillars again, which were shot back into the armbands respectively.

"This kid also has a heavenly soul secret technique."

Hiding his murderous intention, Evil Lord took a deep look at Chen Ping through the blood mist. The next moment, blood clouds rolled up around him and disappeared like a meteor.

"Blood Escape."

Seeing this famous blood escape technique for the first time, Chen Ping's expression also changed. ??

The Evil Lord's breath only lasted for half a breath within the scope of his consciousness and then completely disappeared.

After seeing how powerful the pair of spirit treasures were, he certainly couldn't pursue them arrogantly.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ping withdrew the sword array, and returned to the speeding car in a flash.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, has the Evil Lord been defeated?"

Opening the carriage, Wei Xueling, who was still in shock, immediately came up to her.

Both of them used their great supernatural powers to fight directly against each other.

She didn't even dare to approach with her spiritual consciousness, so she didn't know the details of the battle.

"Well, I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Wei to pay more attention to the rest of the trip. I need to restore my mana."

Chen Ping nodded lightly and closed the box door.

Hearing this, Wei Xueling's expression was dull for a moment, and then a strong joy surged from the bottom of her heart.

Previously in front of the weapon refining workshop, Chen Ping told him that he was not afraid of the Evil Lord.

She was still doubtful at that time.

But now the facts are in front of us, the top ones on the Golden Elixir List have been forced back by Chen Ping's sword!

This is completely a magical power that subverts common sense.

The archipelago's cultivation world has been passed down for so long, and the last golden elixir monk who could surpass two minor levels was the invincible Master Hongyun who relied on various treasures.

Baiqiaomen is attached to Chen Ping, and there is no problem that the Taoist tradition will continue to prosper for thousands of years.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen, there will definitely not be any rumors about my identity in today's battle."

Wei Xueling bowed slightly toward the box, her tone full of respect that could only be expressed when facing a great monk.

After speaking, she quietly stepped back, for fear of disturbing Chen Ping's retreat.
To be continued...