Thousand years after thousand years.

Sometimes forgetting your original intention is just a moment of choice. What's more, five thousand years of time!

"So you, like the other giants in Pengtian Palace, agree to incorporating the Daqian Realm into Yangxianchen."

Jin Fei said with a sigh. "Not destruction or establishment."

Zhong Changzong said in a gloomy tone, "Anyway, I will not be the one who sacrificed it!"

"Hey, Yang Xianchen and several saints coexist, why did they lead the Demon Poquan to the lower realm?"

With a wry smile, Jin Fei's words were all incomprehensible: "It is said that this Quan Ling is violent and capricious. You Pengtian Palace must be prepared to be backfired."

"Which saint can I decide which saint to enter the Great Thousand Realm?"

Zhong Changzong's eyes shrank, and a hint of cautious voice was transmitted, saying, "Maybe it has a lot to do with the spirit of the spiritual spring in which Yue Xianchen was reincarnated."

"The inheritance of Lingshan is not weaker than that of Pengtian Palace. You should know that after special creatures like Lingquan refine their voids, they will have to swallow similar people of similar qualities every time they break through a small realm."

"The spiritual spring irrigates the surface and is the key creature for major stars to improve the cultivation environment."

"The stars around Yangxianchen are the best to bully Yuexianchen."

The spiritual springs swallow each other!

Of course Jin Fei knew this secret.

There was not much surprise after a slight change of color.

"By the way, how did the Saint speculate on that boy's method?"

Jin Fei's topic changed.

"You were avoiding things about him before."

With a mocking glance, Zhong Changzong said solemnly: "On that day, the old man who used his spiritual sense to kill us will definitely be the top backup of the Taiyi Demon Sect."

"The three magical methods of Taichu and soul plus coral magic that were used, no one in this world can resist."

Hearing this, Jin Fei trembled with lingering fear.

If the old man hadn't been inexplicably weathered, this person's soul attack technique would have been completed, and even the saint would not have escaped death.

"The saint suspected that the old man was a foreign object refined by Qimen Master, with only one or two strikes."

Zhong Changzong whispered: "And this is the last trump card of fellow Daoist Chen, otherwise we will never survive."

"Something makes sense." Jin Fei nodded in agreement.

Just like some talismans that kill a large area, crushers will also be affected.

This also explains the old man's actions at the beginning of attacking Chen Ping.

"More than 200,000 years ago, the Taiyi Sect of the Lingxin Lei Palace was destroyed one after another, and the treasure house was also empty."

"Fellow Daoist Chen is full of treasures. He probably obtained the inheritance of two sects by chance, or he has a close relationship with the gangsters back then, and even he......"

Zhong Changzong forced himself to cut off his guess.

The fins of the two Kun fish, the green robbery immortal thunder, the Taiyi spiritual root opened by the eighth-level treasure, and the Holy Ruins Ancestor Tree.

All signs show that Chen Ping is inseparable from him.

Because according to records, the great demon of the Taiyi Sect protecting sect is a seventh-level Kun fish!

This Kun fish swam on the sea of ​​stars, and I don’t know how many enemies the substitute Taiyi sect has solved.

"It's too long, we can't prove it." Jin Fei's heart burst.

He would rather believe that Chen Ping was a coincidence and obtained the legacy of Taiyi Sect and Lei Palace.

After all, the conditions for the reincarnation of a powerful being are extremely harsh.

It's still alive for tens of thousands of years.

This is no longer just a method of refining the virtual level. "If you plot against him, he may easily capsize."

Zhong Changzong said lightly.

Originally, the two planned to exchange the blood-light real soul for the Taishang Pavilion.

Thus controlling a powerful person who can control the three souls of Taichu.

But when he saw Chen Ping shattering the Tianpeng mark on the middle of the way, he changed his mind temporarily.

"No matter how mysterious he is, he cannot resist the will of the Tianpeng clan! Especially in the Great Thousand Realms with the blessing of the original source."

After a pause, Jin Fei smiled calmly and said, "Old Taoist's life span is only one thousand years left, why don't you take a gamble? If you fail, the old Taoist's bento will give him a great opportunity."

"You are free and easy."

Zhong Changzong said lukewarmly, and said with a change of tone: "It is best not to disclose the information of fellow Daoist Chen to the Taishang Pavilion."

"In recent years, their movements have been too abnormal."

"I suspect that the old immortal guy is about to take that step."

"The Nanyi cultivation world is destroyed, and some of the reasons may be for the high-level puppet main material."

Although Nan Yi is weak, there are not many sixth-level monsters and giant spirits.

"Fellow Daoist Yan is older than Lao Chen, and is proficient in puppet techniques and formations. If he really breaks through, he will be one of the best in the Great Thousand Realm."

A gloomy look flashed across Jin Fei's face.

Three thousand years ago, he competed with Mr. Yan of Taishang Pavilion.

The opponent's body did not move, and he just summoned several sixth-level puppets and forced him to the end of his life.

The key is that the surname Yan is still a genius in the formation.

The puppet formation arranged is unique and powerful. Fortunately, in the vast world, there are very few seventh-level treasures that allow puppets to retain rules.

Otherwise, there would be no one to control Yan Lingzun in the late stage of the God Transformation.

"The immortals must be trying their best to extend their lifespan."

"Although there are few treasures containing the rules of life, there are collections of Qingqiu Mountains in Tianyan Continent and your Yushan Mountain."

After these words were clearly reminded, a layer of silver light appeared in Zhong Changzong's Zhou's body.

Obviously, he had the intention of leaving. "Changzong!"

Jin Fei called from afar and bowed halfway, saying, "After the fusion of the Great Thousand Realms begins, I'll help you mediate from it and protect the foundation of the human race as much as possible."

"The Saint has come down from the realm, so I don't need to contact you or I at will."

After a pause, Zhong Changzong's figure disappeared in an instant.

The narrow cracks blew the gloomy winds. Jin Fei's appearance seemed to grow old. The Demon Poquan was so powerful.

Once she adapts to her body and passes through the weak period, most areas will face death disasters.

"If the Taishang Pavilion is willing to stop the saint from killing the saint, it is reasonable to hand over the vitality of Yushan to fellow Daoist Yan to refine it."

After thinking for a while, the golden flying escaped and the light flew towards the other end of the sky.

Three years pass by in a flash. In the cave.

Chen Ping exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes. The injuries on his body finally recovered.

Losing the Nine-Year Crown, the recovery speed has indeed dropped a lot.

A flash of consciousness, and a pure white double leaf fish tail floated out.

A thrilling space force circled and reborn.

Unfolding the white fins behind, Chen Ping felt it for a moment.

A breath that is no different.

He could be sure that the white fin and the fish tail came out together. Kunpeng is the upgraded body of Kunpeng.

Although the bloodlines of the two are different, Kunyu has also been among the first-class ancestors.

In his judgment, both the fins and tails are half-made products.

Otherwise, the Kun fish would be huge and impossible to be so small.

“Where is the right place to install?”

Chen Ping grabbed the fish tail and gestured a few times behind his buttocks.

But when he thought of Sister Foxtail in the trash, he couldn't help but quit.

Then, he opened his mouth and stuffed the fish tail into his throat.

"Hey, this location seems to be good."

Chen Ping shook his head, and Kun's fish tail also swung, spreading out circles of space ripples.

After confirming, he immediately used the puppet technique and began to plant the fish tail.

r      A few months later. Over the island.
To be continued...