Chapter 112: Comparison of the Cultivation of the Two Eras

My heart warmed, and I stroked the hairy rat head. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Chen Ping smiled at everyone, and then said:

"The man's name is heavenless, and there is no heaven, and there is no heaven. ”

"He was originally a great power of Buddhism, but he had already fallen into the devil's path. ”

"Don't be afraid, he didn't do his best, so why did I do my best?"

Chen Ping continued to comfort everyone, but the little yellow mouse made a gesture to Chen Ping.

"It's nothing, the shadow and the shadow of blood. Their goals are the same as mine, and there won't be much conflict. ”

Chen Ping then led everyone back to the Deadwood Maze. Just as Chen Ping arrived at the previous dilapidated house, he sensed two dark red figures, slashing through the sky, the breeze was rippling, and no one could detect them with a restrained breath.

When Chen Ping noticed them, the blood shadow snorted coldly, and instantly disappeared into the black tower, and the black shadow followed closely behind, ignoring Chen Ping at all, like a stranger.

At this moment, night has fallen, and the whole world is shrouded in darkness, and wisps of starlight are revealed from the darkness.

The breeze blew, and Chen Ping sat in front of the courtyard, looking at the starry sky. In a trance, meteors streaked across the starry sky and disappeared in the sky.

It was late at night, and the cold wind was blowing. Chen Ping was blown by a gust of cold wind, his black hair fluttered slightly, looking up at the quiet and vast night sky.

Gradually, time passed little by little, the night gradually receded, and a glimmer of light gradually rose in the distance, and the morning light was dazzling, unstoppable, and unchangeable.

There is no eternal darkness, and there is no eternal light.

Chen Ping's eyes slowly closed, the whole person gradually moved half a foot off the ground, and the dark aura gradually surrounded him, looking at the light that gradually rose in the distance.

Gradually, Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief, Wutian was still one step behind after all, even if he returned to his previous cultivation, it was impossible to match him.

Because of the darkness in his heart, he also brought himself into a desperate situation.

People always need a ray of light to move forward.

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In the Deadwood Maze, countless people felt that something was wrong, and quickly evacuated towards the outside of the forbidden land.

In just a few days, there were many battles. First, there was a dragon and one person who fought to drive out the corpses, and there were many corpse chasers in the holy land.

Then the Black Tower shook, and it was like the breath of the heavens, fighting fiercely in the tower.

Little Yellow Book made a maze in the city, ransacked hundreds of restaurants in the city, and one person and one dragon came out to finish.

Then several powerful auras were projected down from the sky, almost making the entire Heavenly Spirit Continent feel panic.

However, regardless of the external shocks, Chen Ping sat and watched the sunrise and sunset, and the tide rose and fell. A few days later, Chen Fang opened his eyes slightly. It was another long night, looking up at the starry sky, full of bright stars.

The glimmer of the stars, the indelible mark of life, the eternal light shining in the darkness.

At this moment, the little yellow squirrel was lying quietly beside Chen Ping, his furry body exhaling and inhaling regularly, and his two delicate and furry ears were beating slightly from time to time.

Obviously, the little yellow squirrel sleeping quietly has a purity and nature that people like extraordinarily.

In that distance, Chen Chai's gray fighting qi flowed through the tendons and veins along a certain law in his body, strengthening his body over and over again, and then flowing in the veins and veins one by one, solidifying, circulating, and finally rushing into the sea and returning to the sea of qi.

At this moment, Chen Chai was a sixth-order beginner cultivator, and the veins and veins were like reservoirs, disintegrating and circulating along the meridians, and finally returning to the sea of qi.

Chen Ping looked at Chen Chai and couldn't help but think thoughtfully. The cultivation method of the Heavenly Spirit Continent was slightly different from the ancient method. It seems to be more regular, gradual, but lacking radical and crisis.

Chen Ping also looked at Tegel Sai slightly, the scale armor was erected one by one, and the dark demon qi swirled in one vein after another, and then followed the meridians and walked into the sea of qi.

The veins flow, galloping back, converging the sea of qi, and constantly strengthening the meridians and flesh along the way.

In an instant, Chen Ping pondered slightly, and used the Hongmeng Battle Method cultivation rules he knew to deduce the exercises of Chen Chai and Tegel Race.

Chen Ping searched for the veins and veins in his body, and the meridians instantly appeared in front of his eyes. However, no matter how Chen Ping searched, he couldn't find his own sea of qi, and he only found his own sea of gods in the heavenly spirit, and his soul was sitting in the sea of gods.

Chen Ping deduced step by step, and the dark aura continued to flow out along his veins and veins, flowing into the veins and veins, constantly extending forward, and constantly moving forward.

In the end, he rushed into the sea, but instead of rushing towards the sea of qi, he flowed towards the sea of gods.

This change, Chen Ping's eyes flashed slightly. The dark demon qi flow out from the veins and veins, flowing into the veins, but finally came a hundred and eighty degree turn, flowing into the Heavenly Spirit Divine Sea from the bottom up. Then it surrounds the soul and nourishes the soul.

Suddenly, Chen Ping continued to reflect on the Hongmeng method of warfare and the Hongmeng cultivation law.

"Hongmeng Zhentian Great Demon Record", this is Chen Ping's cultivation during the Hongmeng period. Now that I think about it, there may be a lot of shortcomings. Chen Ping has always believed that his tactics are perfect, and now he can't help but sigh slightly.

Hongmeng is born with gods and demons, and is naturally strong. Whether it is the body or the soul, it is incomparable. But because of this, there is a lot less grinding and experience.

Innate endowed with strong horizontal cultivation is often accompanied by an innate divine skill cultivation. There are even many that are born with natural weapons.

Chen Ping was born in the darkness and was born to be the king of darkness. Control all black matter, night, darkness, shadows, but anyone who has a dark side is Chen Ping's battle field, and they are all the main battle field. Therefore, among the Hongmeng gods, Chen Ping is the most difficult and difficult to guess.

At this moment, the cultivation is a big loss, far less than what happened at the peak.

Break and then stand, do not break and do not stand. At this moment, looking at Chen Chai and Tegel Saina's veins and acupoints around their bodies, they are running their divine skills, wandering in the meridians, nourishing their lungs and strengthening their bodies.

Chen Ping couldn't help but run his magic skills, and his demonic energy slowly flowed in his body.

During the Hongmeng period, the gods were powerful.

Whether it's a god or a demon, each of them is unpredictable. Chen Ping is among the tens of thousands of demon gods, sitting on a heaven and earth, and the leader is strong, in addition to being naturally strong, he also knows how to improve himself and how to make himself stronger.

However, in such an environment, countless gods and demons don't know how to use other methods to make themselves go further, except for instinctive absorption.

Gradually, Chen Ping also fell into reflection, constantly deducing, and constantly comparing, but it became more and more complicated, and finally Chen Ping himself became confused.

At this moment, looking at Chen Chai and Tegel, strengthening himself bit by bit from the inside out, Chen Ping couldn't help but be in a trance slightly.

Chen Ping's body is more complex than imagined, the meridians are wider than the ocean, and the veins are as unfathomable as an abyss. The dark power is rushing and flowing in the body, like countless oceans whistling, and it is impossible to unify at all.

It may be powerful, but it can't be gathered together and twisted into a powerful force.

In a trance, Chen Ping seemed to have found a way to break through. In the past, they always felt that the strength of their bodies was their own strength.

Perhaps, better control and orderly arrangement can make self-strength more planned and stronger.

Chen Ping gradually fell into the ocean of his own power and couldn't extricate himself, the meridians were innumerable, the veins were extensive, and the power in the meridians was gradually smoothed out and dissolved in the torrent.

Gradually, Chen Ping felt tired, his strength was too vast. Countless dark demonic qi are in the meridians, and it is difficult to return to the sect, not because the strength does not obey orders, but because his energy has reached the limit. In the inability to turn more power.

Gradually, Chen Ping's body showed a strange way, half of the meridians in his body fell into their own operation, and half of the power had been returned to the sect. The gods of Hongmeng don't care about how the power in their bodies works at all, as long as the time of battle comes, all the strength is invested, they are fighting with all their strength, and there is no orderly arrangement and joint force.

Gradually, Chen Ping became more and more tired, although he had ten warehouses and nine warehouses of wealth, he only had one pair of hands, and it was difficult to hold them all. Not to mention in the battle, all of them are running against the enemy.

Gradually, Chen Ping fell into contemplation, born strong, heaven and earth supreme. Born with a unique gift, is it harmful to blindly pursue power?

Even though the strength in the body is full, it does not fully tap the potential and unleash all the strength of the body.

Gradually, Chen Ping strengthened his strength in his body little by little, and let his body begin to consume the strength in his body.

The power is running little by little, consuming little by little, and strengthening its own power little by little. At the same time, Chen Ping couldn't help but search for the power in his body that had not yet been turned around by himself.

For half a month, Chen Ping was like a stone sculpture, lifeless. However, Chen Chai and Tegelsey always stayed by Chen Ping's side, even though they knew they couldn't help much.

Chen Pingpan sat in place, the black overalls became darker and darker, and the white undershirt faintly had black runes manifesting, but every time Chen Chai and Tegel looked at it, it was like a dream, flashing. Chen Chai's black shirt around his waist was neat and regular, tied around his waist and extended to the ground.

During this period, Chen Chai and Tegel were inseparable. When the little yellow rat saw this, he couldn't bear the tickling in his heart, and with a pout, like a wild horse, he disappeared in this dilapidated deep alley in an instant.

Tegelsai's eyes were calm and looked at the rat shadow that had disappeared at the mouth of the alley, his eyes were calm and calm. Chen Chai held his sword in both hands, looked at the distant mouse shadow, and sighed slightly.

Obviously, it was impossible to let Tegel Sei protect him secretly. With his character, nine times out of ten, he will directly tie up the moving mouse back.

Being around is the safest ......

The Dragon's Code!

Chen Chai nodded at Tegelsai, his figure turned into a gray shadow, and slowly disappeared at the mouth of the alley.

The little yellow squirrel is getting slower, slower and more regular. All the way to the street with the help of various barriers, with the help of trees, the little yellow squirrel slowly hid behind the big trees.

Everywhere the rats looked, there was an old man lying quietly under a big tree, breathing a little short, coughing a few times from time to time.

Looking at the old man in front of him, the form of the crisis that is dying and dying, the little yellow squirrel took the initiative to skip it and ignore it directly.

The rats moved, scanning the building.

However, looking horizontally and vertically, the little yellow squirrel never saw the wanted notice that continued to be posted.

The rat was puzzled, but he was always in the dark, hiding, constantly searching for his wanted poster.

Finally at a tea party, the little yellow squirrel in the grass saw a group of people sitting in the rivers and lakes drinking tea, holding its wanted notices, constantly watching, and constantly scanning, as if they couldn't get tired of looking at it.

An impulse called: 'robbing' emotion, surrounded in the heart of the little yellow mouse, and finally the little yellow mouse dispelled this idea, in line with the principle of being outnumbered and the good mouse does not eat the immediate loss, the little yellow mouse turned his head angrily, kicked a stone under his feet, and kicked it into the distance.

Shout!!!

The stone seemed to have eyes, and it was quickly thrown towards the old man who was counting.

Seeing this scene, the little yellow squirrel suddenly stood on end with rat hair all over his body, and he couldn't help but cover the rat's eyes with his claws, so as not to be frightened by this cruel scene.

The coughing sound was accompanied by blood spilling from time to time, and the old man looked at the small stone that was thrown, but it was as if he didn't see it.

The small stone instantly turned a corner in front of the old man and flew towards the old man's back.

Looking at the small stone that didn't hurt anyone and went away, the little yellow squirrel breathed a sigh of relief.

Chirping!

However, when the little yellow mouse wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead slightly and raised his eyes, the rat's eyes suddenly widened, and the rat's eyes almost jumped out of his eyes in fright.