True Lord Tianlong said doubtfully.

"Before my parents disappeared, they left clues in an object."

As she spoke, Gu Zuiwei spit out a palm-sized pure white jade pendant and said:

"Tianlong is not a pure late-stage physical cultivation of the human race. I am not yet sure whether it can be successfully activated."

"You two, let's try it first."

Chen Ping said noncommittally.

Not long ago, his physical body broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage.

Because when he advanced to the middle stage, he used Bu Ningmei's Xuanyin power.

The Seven Souls and Seven Soul Eyes of the King Blood Djinn are still effective against him.

When he was just on the verge of breaking out, he ruthlessly took out an Eye of the Royal-Blooded Djinn and barely managed to get through the bottleneck.

Naturally, losing the blessing of one original eyeball will not have an obvious impact on the Barbarian Emperor's puppet.

When you no longer need the help of the Barbarian Emperor's puppets, just pick them all off and refine them.

…

"Is it appropriate for you to watch from the sidelines of the opportunity my parents left for us to get married?"

Holding the white jade pendant tightly, Gu Zuiwei started to drive away.

"Zuiwei!"

Tianlong hurriedly tried to smooth things over and said: "Fellow Daoist Chen is an upright man, how could he covet treasures?"

Gu Zuiwei has informed Chen Ping in detail about how he destroyed Manjue Continent alone.

This kind of existence is second only to the monks who transform themselves into gods. He has been in the cultivation world for many years and he does not dare to offend easily.

"Measuring stones by liters is ridiculous."

Chen Ping clasped his hands behind his back, a trace of anger flashing across his face.

"I believe you once."

Gu Zuiwei curled her lips, looked at each other with Tianlong, each held a corner of the jade pendant, and tacitly forced in the blood essence and mana.

Then the white light dazzled, and with slight trembling, the jade pendant made a clear sound.

Immediately afterwards, wherever the white light passed, all the rocks and trees were twisted and torn like a picture scroll, and disappeared in the shattering of the light.

"Tongtian Lingbao?"

Standing calmly in the center of the storm, Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

But after a moment, he overturned his previous judgment.

The aura of this object is completely opposite to that of the Tongtian Lingbao. It may be a special treasure of the ancient tribe.

Gu Zuiwei and True Lord Tianlong swayed and trembled violently for several times.

Baixia flew back with a clear cry, quickly shot into the jade pendant again, and disappeared.

"What opportunity did you two get?"

Chen Ping asked casually.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, our husband and wife have to say goodbye to you. This girl can't wait to find her parents."

Gu Zuiwei was outspoken and didn't pay attention to Tianlong's eyes at all, and said carelessly.

"What does fellow Taoist Tianlong mean?"

Chen Ping was too lazy to pay attention to the woman and asked Tianlong.

"Help fellow Taoist calm down the Yin spirits before setting off."

After thinking about it for a while, Tianlong said.

These words immediately aroused Gu Zuiwei's dissatisfaction, but she did not stop her.

Chen Ping touched his chin quietly, feeling suspicious again.

He always felt that Tianlong's motives were not pure.

But according to Liang Yingzhuo, this person really did not behave unusually during his several years in the islands.

What's more, a half-step god can't do any tricks under the eyes of Taiqing Lingzun.

…

The ferry at Yanning City three months later.

At a glance, there are all colorful spirit boats and spirit ships of different sizes.

Densely packed figures stood on the deck with solemn expressions.

The major Nascent Souls of the Yuanyan Alliance were suspended in mid-air, conversing sentence by sentence.

After hundreds of years of catastrophe, 70% to 80% of the human race on the islands has been exterminated.

The monks in front of me are the last fire.

However, in order to regain their homeland, except for a group of monks who stayed in the city, the rest were ready to go, excited and anxious, ready to march north.

Including Chen Xiangwen, Jiang Peiling, Ye Mofan and other direct descendants of Jindan are among them.

"senior?"

Chen Ping tentatively raised his hand toward the void.

"Here! Why are you panicking? That old ghost is not good at bodywork."

A strange and teasing smile suddenly sounded, but none of the Nascent Souls around him could sense it.

"Clean the inner sea!"

After a brief mobilization by Chen Ping, the fleet pressed forward in a mighty manner.

…

Due to the crushing advantage of the number of high-level monks, the human monks were invincible and swept half of the country in the inner sea.

However, most of the islands have been polluted by the spirit of Yin.

Restoring the previous cultivation environment is still far away.

Resting for one night at Kongming Island, the old sect's headquarters, Chen Ping ordered the entire army to continue the attack.

Humans and Yin spirits fought dozens of fierce battles, fighting all the way to the foot of the abyss.

In order to prevent Tuoba Qian from escaping, the whereabouts of Bu Ningmei, Gu Zuiwei, and Liu Yuze have been sealed to the extreme.

Except for the Digital Nascent Soul, not even Chen Xiangwen and others knew about this matter.

But wait for the human army to kill

After reaching the abyss, Chen Fang realized that all his caution was in vain.

The Yin spirits and zombies in the Rift Valley Abyss actually gathered in advance.

…

"That breath..."

The senior monks unanimously cast their gaze into the sky in the center of the abyss.

In the distance, a large black mist appeared, so blurry that even Chen Ping's consciousness could not penetrate it.

Nascent Souls with lower cultivation levels, such as Liang Yingzhuo and Ke Yi, even vomited blood at a glance, their faces turned earth-colored and horrified.

"The great ghost that transforms into a god!"

Chen Ping holds the starry sky technique close at hand and can escape at any time if the situation goes bad.

However, these oppressive black fogs are always limited to an area hundreds of miles wide.

The two sides were filled with blood-red light.

Like a tide, it keeps sweeping and squeezing towards the middle.

But once you reach both sides of the fog, it's like hitting a bank, making it difficult to move forward.

The two magical powers with different powers seemed to be equally matched, and they were helpless against each other for a while.

"Xu Lingzun."

Immediately, Chen Ping calmed down a lot.

The monk who can fight head-on against a sixth-level demon must be Xu Wujiu.

"Haha, Mu Laogui, you have been cultivating yourself as a ghost for more than ten thousand years, and your magical powers are nothing more than this!"

After a sinister laugh, the blood-red light rolled back and condensed into a thin figure, standing proudly in front of the human fleet.

It is indeed Taiqing Lingzun!
To be continued...