Liang Yingzhuo said worriedly.

Although so far, Spirit Master has not done anything extraordinary.

But the gods of the demonic path and the blood path pretend to be genuine, and it's hard to tell them apart.

Ke Yi shook his head, extinguishing the expectations of the cultivators.

"Chen Ping has such a great opportunity, if..."

Gu Sixian thought secretly, and a hint of complicated emotions emerged.

"Don't let anything happen."

The person in the audience who most hoped that Chen Ping would be safe and sound was none other than Jie Zishi, who had been struck by the soul-catching mark.

He was very afraid that if he walked on the roadside, he would be implicated and his soul would be destroyed.

"We should first rescue the injured and rebuild the city. Chen Daoyouji and his people have their own destiny."

Liang Yingzhuo sighed slightly and stepped down on his sword.

…

Yuanyan Inland Sea.

A quiet and peaceful remote sea area.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt sounded from high in the sky, and then the heaven and earth shook for a hundred miles.

The sea, mountains and trenches beneath our feet were roaring continuously.

I saw hundreds of miles of huge black spots appearing in the high sky before, spreading rapidly.

At the same time, a strong wave of space fluctuations came out and poured into a huge hollow mountain.

In a moment, those black spots shrank countless times and turned into a beam of light that shot into the belly of the mountain.

Its color is so deep that it makes the huge mountains darken.

After about a dozen breaths, the black spots turned into the shadow of a man.

"The mysterious ghost's catastrophe avoidance technique is activated. It seems that something happened to the real body."

The black shadow seemed to be adapting to his new body and whispered harshly.

The next moment, dusty pictures came out one after another.

More than ten years ago, he controlled a human monk and went to Yanning City to negotiate terms with Chen Ping.

After the talks collapsed, he went to the outer sea and promised huge profits to invite an old fairy friend to destroy the human race together.

Rectify the Yin spirits and clear the way for the corpse tribe.

A few days ago, the army arrived at the waters of Shuangcheng.

The human side prepared a large number of thunder and fire treasures to deal with the disaster.

But he, Tuoba Qian, doesn't care about the life and death of the Yin spirits and the zombie clan at all.

They went on and on, putting the human race into danger from the very beginning.

In Yanning City, Chen Ping was the only person he feared the most.

In the middle of the siege, the true king of the human race made a move to lure him away.

One man and one ghost fought from the waters of Shuang Cities to the Black Sand Sea.

"That kid really has the ability to destroy me."

The memory of the real body returned bit by bit through the spell, and Tuoba Qian couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

With a high-level puppet master and soul skills, he was no match for him.

Fortunately, he had anticipated it beforehand.

Before attacking Yanning City, he used the mysterious ghost evasion technique.

Draw out the ghost energy of your life to protect your soul, and your true body will be reborn after death.

However, the Xuangui's calamity-avoiding technique has considerable limitations.

After using it once, it will take decades for the strength to return to its peak.

Moreover, a ghost can only cast it three times in his life!

"Even if this palace master makes a comeback in the future, it will be difficult to break his ruthlessness of committing genocide."

Tuoba Qian frowned, somewhat unwillingly.

It seems that the souls of hundreds of millions of creatures in Yanning City are unavailable.

"We still have to find our way through the practice of observing Buddha and ghosts."

After pondering for a while, he condensed a ball of black energy and shot it into the void.

"Click"

There was a soft sound, and a figure with a numb face slowly walked out.

On the wrist of his right arm, he wears an exquisite bracelet.

"If humans and demons observe the Buddha and I cultivate ghosts, if I practice this secret technique to the state of Dzogchen, who will do anything to me when I become a god?"

Tuoba Qian narrowed his eyes, and the ghost energy around his body shook violently.

If seizing souls and refining treasures doesn't work, then try a more complicated method.

Otherwise, if the other two young palace masters complete their training first, it will always be a luxury for him to take over the ghost palace.

…

Yanning City, a pavilion surrounded by mountains and rivers.

On a folding chair, a gray-robed monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was holding a fishing rod, and the transparent silk thread was thrown thousands of feet into the lake.

Next to the wooden railing, there is a woman leaning on her.

The goose-yellow long skirt moves with the wind, and the navy blue hairband is tied casually behind her head.

"Junior has met Sister Qi Ling."

A purple-robed monk cupped his hands with a smile.

When he saw the woman emerging from the golden fishhook, Chen Ping was extremely surprised.

Because the idea conveyed by this treasure is clearly the voice of a four or five-year-old girl.

But the person who showed up was a young and beautiful girl.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to the quirks of the weapon spirit.

He only wants to serve one person and one treasure comfortably.

"elder sister?"

When the woman heard this, she raised her eyebrows strangely.

"She is more than 13,000 years old. She has no problem being your ancestor."

The gray-robed monk said without moving.

"Senior Transformation God's lifespan is only eight thousand years. Could it be that he is refining...refining the void..."

Chen Ping took a breath and said in shock.

"Haha, I'm far from that step yet."

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk said slowly: "I am the third generation owner of this treasure."

"Among the three monks I follow, the one who is in the middle stage of becoming a god has the lowest level of cultivation. How dare you show off?"

The woman pursed her lips, obviously dissatisfied with the monk in gray clothes calling himself "master".

"snort!"

How could the gray-robed monk not see the subtle thoughts of his own weapon spirit?

"Middle stage of divine transformation!"

With a chill in his heart, the smile on Chen Ping's face became more sincere: "May I ask your senior's surname?"

"Your boy collected fifteen hundred spirit stones for all the information about his appearance. How much resources do you estimate my name is worth?"

The gray-robed monk glanced sideways and said in a somewhat arrogant tone.

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and immediately presented twenty top-quality spiritual stones with both hands.

"oh?"

The fisherman smiled and waved his sleeves, and all the top-quality spiritual stones disappeared.

"The dignified deity is so greedy for money!"

Chen Ping was speechless and thought to himself.
To be continued...