The old ancestor has already set off and gone to the imperial capital to eliminate the evil.

"It's still a step too late!"

Mu Ping's heart froze, his spiritual power fed back, there was no powerful cultivation fluctuation in this Golden God Sect headquarters, and there was still a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that the Yuan Infant Ancestor had not left yet, and was hiding in a corner to practice.

But the facts gave him a resounding slap in the face.

However, on this ordinary mortal planet, do the rules of the Heavenly Dao allow the existence of the primordial infant old monster? Why have they all reached the third layer of the primordial infant and still choose to ascend?

This thought only flashed through his mind, and at this moment, he didn't have time to delve into these at all, because the old monster had already rushed to the imperial capital, and even Feng Zhongyun was not his opponent, not to mention Wang Yao, Zhao Ying, and Heling, this was a major event.

Speaking of which, Jiang Ren has always boasted that he is the number one master of the Xuan Group except for Mu Ping, but he doesn't know that behind the Xuan Group, there is still Feng Zhongyun, the big Buddha, and Feng Zhongyun's strength is at least half a big realm beyond Jiang Ren.

Mu Ping was convinced that with the help of the pill he provided him, Feng Zhongyun was already at the first level of the Dan when they met last time, but he didn't know what level he was at now, and he would definitely not make much progress.

But these are not important, the important thing is that his cultivation has already crossed the tribulation and advanced to the Xuan Transformation, at least in the late Yuanying period, that is, the Yuanying Monk can't help him, even if he encounters the Avatar Monk, he has the power to fight.

Besides, he still has a spear equivalent to the peak of the Immortal Emperor's full force, take 10,000 steps back and say, he still has the magic power to reverse time, it's a big deal, let the ancestor of the Golden God Sect live again since he was a child.

Even if he ran into the weasel, the peak cultivator of the primordial infant, he didn't care.

After a moment of contemplation, he immediately made a decision......

"Kill!"

Seeing that Zhao Ying and Heling could protect themselves, Wang Yao suddenly relieved himself, and he waved his soft sword at the only remaining imp and slashed out a sword.

"Squeak!"

That little ghost obviously cultivated a level higher than what was destroyed just now, it had grown to about one foot five, and his mind had also opened up a lot, and he could sense danger, and when he saw the soft sword flashing with cold light, he slashed at it, and instinctively dodged to the side, and the direction happened to be where Zhao Ying was.

"What the hell!"

Zhao Ying slapped her hand and slapped it over.

"Snort

Whew!"

Before the slap arrived, there were more than a dozen wind blades in the palm of the palm that came first, and it looked like Zhao Ying's palm had more than a dozen half-foot-long awls on it.

"Puff puff!"

The little ghost dodged Wang Yao's soft sword, dodged to Zhao Ying's approach, and the move had already attacked with more than a dozen wind blades of the old, cold and cold, it couldn't dodge it no matter what, and was instantly pierced into a sieve, through the transparent holes on his body, he could see the walls behind him.

"Squeak"

The imp let out a sharp scream at the end, fell to the ground with a thud, twitched twice, and whimpered for his life.

"Sister Ying, who are you?"

He Ling had long forgotten her fear and looked at Zhao Ying with a look of surprise.

"I don't know what's going on?"

Zhao Ying is also a black line, when did she become so powerful?

"And how did you do that?"

"I just used the exercises when I slapped them. ”

The exercises that Mu Ping handed over to Zhao Ying and Heling are called Shui Ni Shang is a water attribute exercise, and the two daughters are more serious than the other, and they have already memorized the melons and are in tune with their hearts, although the two daughters are not completely freezing, if they can use it, they say that the four are equivalent to the little ghosts in the early stage of the Xuan level, even if the peak of the ground level comes, they have to hate on the spot.

"Sister Ying, your cultivation has risen again?"

"Is it?" Zhao Ying subconsciously glanced at her dantian, I have already practiced qi at the third level!"

She was also excited.

"Xiaoling, Wang Yao, you two try it too!"

Zhao Ying instigated Heling and Wang Yao.

"Hmm!"

The two nodded approvingly.

So, there was a strange scene in this room where there was a fierce battle just now, Zhao Ying was obviously like an instructor, guiding Heling and Wang Yao, and kept slapping them.

One, two, three......

"There it is!"

Wang Yao held a medium-grade spirit stone in his left hand, and his right hand kept waving, suddenly, sneering, his right hand also sent out a Dao Wind Blade, and a desk clicked and was split in half.

"Get out of the way!"

Before he could be happy, Heling shouted loudly, and several wind blades attacked Wang Yao, and he rolled around with a lazy donkey, and he could dodge it.

"Puff puff!"

More than a dozen wind blades were like arrows, all of them pierced into the wall and passed through the wall, but fortunately it was not a load-bearing wall, otherwise the whole house would have collapsed.

There is no doubt that the two of them have also advanced to the third level of Qi training.

In strong contrast to the lightness here, the four disciples of the Golden God Sect outside the courtyard spent a lot of hard work and killed tens of thousands of fresh lives to refine the little ghosts, oh, they called Lingshen in their mouths, and suddenly lost contact with themselves, and they completely lost contact, and under the backlash, the four of them all vomited blood in big gulps, their faces were pale, and they couldn't even stand up straight.

"Withdraw!"

The four of them glanced at each other, glanced hatefully at the office on the second floor, turned around and staggered away.

As long as the people are fine, can't they continue to refine the spirit gods?

Even if there are no imps, they are also martial artists at the peak of the ground level, and they are not known to be many times stronger than ordinary people.

This revenge will be avenged in the future!

The four of them gritted their steel teeth, and their faces were resentful, but they were helpless, because whether it was Wang Yao who was holding a soft sword, or Zhao Ying, who had shot the mysterious black awl, they were not something they could have the confidence to deal with now.

"Useless stuff!"

The four of them didn't retreat for more than a dozen steps, but they were blocked by an old man.

"Ancestor?"

"Ask the ancestor to be the master of the disciple!"

The four of them looked at each other, like lost children, and suddenly saw their parents, and they fell to their knees like mourning, crawling a few steps, and a young monk hugged the thigh of the ancestor of the Golden God Sect, howling in pain.

"Humph!"

The old ancestor was not moved at all, opened his big mouth, and inhaled fiercely at the four people, and the spirits of the four people immediately flew out of their bodies and went straight into the old man's mouth, and their bodies began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old man's head was raised high, and the posture was like a drug addict who had been greatly satisfied, his eyes were shining, his forehead was shining, and his whole body was fluttering.

After twenty breaths, the old man's head shook from side to side, making a sound like a rattling bean.

"Aren't you tired after watching it for so long?"

Facing the void, the old man spoke playfully.