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Chapter 730: Escape from the Tiger’s Mouth, Hibernation Plan(4/4)

"If the owner snatches it away, the success rate can be greatly improved."

Umbrella Ling rolled his eyes and sighed: "The blood beads transformed by Bai Su can only last for a hundred years, and there is not much time left for the Pavilion Master." "Really."

Chen Ping sneered at the corner of his mouth, and rolled the soul-capturing seal fiercely. "Ah!"

The weapon spirit immediately screamed and turned over and over in mid-air.

······ After being tortured for half a day, Qi Ling knelt down with a timid look on his face.

On the umbrella. Chen Ping looked at him with an expression of guilt.

She. This spirit is full of lies.

According to its explanation, extracting the spiritual power of the Black Demon Bone Umbrella can greatly extend Bai Su's survival period.

It's just that the weapon spirit felt sorry for the main body and chose to hide the matter.

"She's dead, you should follow her to be buried with her." Chen Ping's body trembled as he flicked the blood and teardrops into the black umbrella.

Quickly blend into the depths of the cave.

"Wait quietly for me to break through to the middle stage of becoming a god!" A cold command echoed in my ears, and the weapon spirit was still there.

He was stunned. Even if he gave up all the spirituality of the Black Demonic Bone Umbrella, it would still be the most powerful one.

It will be delayed for another three to four hundred years. In such a short period of time, unless the master of the pavilion continues to refine the

The high-level elixir that is extinct in the world.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to advance further in cultivation.

······ In a secret room. Chen Ping looked at the scene in mid-air and fell into a trance.

Shown is the map of Tianyan Continent and Haoyu Sea.

An idea flashed, and several coordinates were printed out. Taishang Pavilion, Pengtian Palace, Ghost Palace, Immortal Clan, Taishang Pavilion, Pengtian Palace

Yi Xianzong, Yuanshi Jiange. Unknowingly, the super power he had turned against him secretly

They were densely packed and connected. They surrounded him and suffocated him.

"This time I have angered the Holy Maiden of Yang Xianchen, and it is even worse.

Frost." Chen Ping muttered nonchalantly.

In short, in the past few hundred years, we should not take it lightly in any case.

Easy to show up.

Breaking through the middle stage of becoming a god, taking charge of Cang Xuyin and Wucaixian

After the gauze, he could move with ease. As soon as the thought moved, his soul came to the golden bead space.

After exchanging Daozi's clone, he was pleasantly surprised by the accompanying treasures that appeared underground.

A pair of double-leaf fish tail shaped like butterfly wings!

Elegant and light, it spreads out with strong force

The power of space. "Will the outside world suspect that I killed a Kun?

Fish?" After a few laughs, Chen Ping took the Kunyu Tail out of Jin

beads.

His emotions have always been very indifferent.

The tragic death of the concubine did not cause any waves.

But for Jinzhu, I have the deepest love.

"What if a mother weapon spirit can be born in the future?

Wrong." With a smile on his face, Chen Ping sat down cross-legged and began to nurse his injuries.

Potential. The Great Thousand Realm. A dark crack in the ground that is thousands of miles deep.

Miasma filled the air. Only two human monks could be vaguely seen in the depths.

Stand in line.

"Old Master Jin, is the Taishang Pavilion jumping off guard?"

A thin figure said teasingly, "They still dare to question my Yushan success! Moreover,

But I never promised to bring back the bloody soul.

Another figure snorted lightly and said, "That fellow Daoist Chen has opened the Taiyi spiritual root.

Zhu Xue Po is probably considering cultivating both body and law, otherwise you and I wouldn't have changed our minds midway and made arrangements with Taishangge." 3

As he said that, the thin monk turned around. It was Zhong Changzong, one of the giants of Pengtian Palace!

The monks beside him are even more incredible. Jade Mountain Golden Flying!

You know, Pengtian Temple and Yushan had differences thousands of years ago.

Both sides have lost many great talents. These two people can talk here calmly.

"Chen Daoyou has a very far-reaching plan, so there is no need to make unnecessary guesses." 18

Jin Fei said expressionlessly: "You, on the other hand, can't even detect the rebellion of the magic weapon's weapon spirit. The old Taoist very doubts your ability!"

"The Crystal Meteor Tower is the inherited treasure of Pengtian Palace. It has absorbed the memories of the older generation of weapon spirits. How could it focus on me wholeheartedly?"

"Fortunately, the weapon spirit was accidentally eradicated this time, so you and I don't have to act all the time."

Zhong Changzong shook his head without thinking it was strange and said: "No more than you Yushan, the human race has an advantage in the upper echelons. Those alien giants in Pengtian Palace all have ulterior motives. Every step I take is like walking on thin ice."

After hearing this, Jin Fei's face softened, revealing a look of understanding.

"It is said that I have cultivated in Pengtian Palace for five thousand years.

Zai actually overcame all obstacles and became a giant." 7

"If there is no accurate reply again, wait until I am unified
Chapter completed!
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