No matter which fate comes his way, he will always be the king of a proud man.

What’s more, it combines many advantages into one!

Chen Ping dared to say that there was no match for the great monk.

"It can't be generalized. The Jingyang Sea where I stay, and even the Fancang Sea are not considered the most prosperous places for immortality."

After being reserved for a moment, Chen Ping frowned and muttered.

Once, he heard Liu Yuze mention that a certain Nascent Soul in the central sea area who had a sword spirit root in his early stage had fought a thousand moves against an old-style great monk head-on.

The two of them fought fiercely, but in the end the Yuanying great monk was able to defeat Ban Zi by virtue of his realm.

But the other party couldn't kill that early-stage Sword Spirit Root either.

After comparing it with others, Chen Ping felt that he was not yet able to do this.

The top heroes of the human race can compete in this way, let alone the races favored by the rules.

"The born Sword Spirit Root monk seems to be a female sword fairy."

Chen Ping was very excited and wanted to compete with Jianlinggen.

He was very curious. Since the Sword Spirit Root was derived from the rules of the sword, would the sword heart it cultivated be exactly the same as the innate sword heart?

"Roar!"

At the same moment when Chen Ping was thinking wildly, a thunder beast roar from outside the secret room pulled him back to the present world.

The Silver Lin badger puppet took a step forward with its limbs and moved slightly.

After the soul was awakened, it finally developed intelligence!

Chen Ping felt happy, opened the stone door and went out, waving to the puppet: "Come here."

However, the badger demon did not respond.

Seeing this, Chen Ping frowned and sent out a divine command.

"Ouch"

The Silver Lin badger opened his mouth in confusion, looked around, and then jumped straight to where Chen Ping was.

Its new consciousness has an innate affinity for this human race.

"What exactly went wrong?"

Half a quarter of an hour after the test, Chen Ping pulled the silver badger away with a kick, dumbfounded.

This guy kept thrusting the sharp horn against his body.

If he hadn't been physically strong, he would have been stabbed to the core.

He discovered that the badger demon's intelligence was only that of a two-year-old baby.

Some simple instructions must be conveyed through spiritual consciousness before they can be understood clearly.

As for the degree of implementation, it is even more difficult to describe.

Even if a large amount of high-quality Zengling pills are fed, the spiritual intelligence will not increase.

This is not surprising, it is a puppet after all.

After invoking the soul, the intelligence cannot be changed through time and spiritual objects.

"Is it a matter of probability?"

Chen Ping was puzzled. Looking at the Silver Lin badger rolling and playing on the ground, his thoughts suddenly came to him.

"Pfft!"

The badger demon's soul was shattered instantly like a breach in a dam.

The control methods in the Purple Void Immortal Puppet Code are enough to control the life and death of the puppet.

The puppet returned to its lifeless appearance.

The big gray guy on the side is fine and not surprised at all.

The thunder dragon was dumbfounded, its two dragon claws shook, and its body was buried in the soil.

As soon as the storage ring lit up, Chen Ping took the badger demon inside.

How could he allow a demon soul with low intelligence to control a fifth-level mid-level puppet?

When he arrived, he was fighting to the death with the enemy, but the little badger ran off to play in the mud and take a bath.

That is really the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Seven years have passed in a flash, and the Jingyang sea area should be even more lively."

With a slight flick of his sleeves, the cave that covered half of the mountain collapsed, but Chen Ping had already withdrawn his formation, mounted the thunder dragon and escaped into the sky.

"Xiao Lei, can you go faster?"

Putting his feet on the back scales of the thunder dragon, Chen Ping instructed dissatisfiedly.

"Master, Xiaojiao's realm is low and has reached its limit."

Jiaolong looked back and said with tears.

It is only at the peak of the third level, so how can it escape with such speed that it can reach the eyes of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

"I'll help you rise to level four when I get back."

Chen Ping patted the dragon on the back and said indifferently.

"Thank you Master for your kindness. In the future, Little Jiao will learn from Senior Big Hui and give birth to a large number of dragon sons and grandsons for you."

The thunder dragon suddenly became more energetic, and its majestic armored body shuttled back and forth in the clouds, showing off the majesty of a dragon monster.

"hehe."

Chen Ping nodded.

Not to mention the third-level thunder dragon, even the early fifth-level dragon king can only help him very much.

He agreed to help the thunder dragon and just kept it for fun.

Half a day later.

Chen Ping finally couldn't stand the speed of the thunder dragon, so he swatted it back to the spirit beast bracelet and walked away with a sword beam in the air.

"Hey, why are there so many auras of Nascent Soul cultivators on the island? Is there something wrong with the sect?"

Late one night, Chen Ping, who was rushing back to Wu Nian Island, stopped at a high altitude and then denied:

"No, most of the strange smells are concentrated in the VIP Pavilion in Fangshi. Senior Brother Liu and the others should be fine."

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