The white waves are rolling, and a bad wind is blowing on the sea at some point.

Chen Ping flicked his fingers, and a puff of salty and cold sea water poured on Xue Wen's face, so much so that the latter woke up.

"Ahem!"

Xue Wen choked on a few mouthfuls of seawater, looked around blankly, and found that he was no longer in Tianbao Pavilion, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Fat Xue, do you remember this seat?"

Chen Ping kicked him fiercely, and said in a playful tone.

"This spirit boat was built by my Xue family, you are Lu Yu!"

Xue Wen's face turned pale and pale, struggling to hold on to the sails, and said weakly.

Although the two looked very different, Xue Wen was shrewd and cunning, and guessed his true identity at once.

"I went to your shop to do business, but you sent someone to follow me and rob me."

"If it weren't for the fact that this seat has some means, if you are a bystander, I am afraid that you will be dead!"

Chen Ping put his hands behind his back and said sharply.

Xue Wen showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all because I'm blind and provoked an existence that shouldn't be provoked." Now that I have fallen into your hands, I will kill or chop me, and I will listen to you! ”

"Fat Xue, are you still playing tricks with me?"

Chen Ping opened his bow left and right, and slapped him dozens of times in a row, making his face swollen like a pig's trotters.

"Ah, Daoyou, stop, don't fight, don't fight."

Xue Wen was in pain, his dantian was sealed, and his spiritual power seemed to sink into the sea, and he tried his best, but unfortunately he couldn't lift a trace of qi.

Although he is at the eighth level of Qi training, his mana is far inferior to Chen Ping, and if he wants to break the ban in a short period of time, he is simply daydreaming.

"Say, where is that spirit beast?"

Chen Ping grabbed his throat and said coldly.

"I... I don't understand the Taoist friend... What are you talking about! ”

A ray of panic crossed Xue Wen's eyes, but it quickly faded away.

"Is this clear?"

Chen Ping waved his sleeves, and a bright red fire feather floated.

Xue Wen's expression was suffocated, his lips trembled, and he said incredulously: "Impossible, you... How did you get the Spirit Feather? ”

After saying that, Xue Wen consciously lost his words and quickly covered his mouth.

"Tell me, where is it?"

Chen Ping suddenly approached, his eyes as sharp as a sword.

While Xue Wen was asleep, he carefully searched the fang's storage bag and spirit beast bag, but he didn't find a clue.

"After I hand it over, can my seniors let me live?"

Xue Wen said expectantly.

"You're thinking too much."

Chen Ping smiled coldly at him, decisively crushed the last talisman of conscience, and slapped it on the top of Xue Wen's head.

"Where is the fire attribute spirit bird you obtained?"

Chen Ping got straight to the point and asked bluntly.

"In my heart."

Xue Wen's answer made Chen Ping frown, and then said, "Why is it hidden in your heart?" ”

"It was seriously injured before it broke out of its shell, and its life breath was as weak as fireflies, and I couldn't reverse it even after spending tens of thousands of spirit stones."

"So, I had to refine it with my heart and blood to make it into a puppet."

Refining a natal puppet?

Chen Ping's eyes froze, this is the puppet's magical power.

The number of puppets controlled by the puppeteer is closely related to the divine consciousness.

The stronger the divine sense, the more puppets can be manipulated at the same time.

But the natal puppet can only refine one in his life.

Theoretically, if there is a high-level refining treasure, the natal puppet can continue to improve with the monk's realm.

After ten breaths, the effect of the Question Talisman faded, and Xue Wen also regained his senses.

"You, you're Chen Ping!"

Xue Wenyu's hands trembled, and he pointed at the unfamiliar young monk in front of him, speaking incoherently.

Yes, the bone-changing surgery only lasted for a few hours.

Just now, Chen Ping's true face appeared and was exposed to Xue Wen's eyes.

"Surprised?"

Chen Ping said teasingly.

"Niece and son-in-law, spare your life!"

Xue Wen knelt down on his knees and kowtowed desperately.

All of his nephews and nieces add up to dozens.

When Xue Yun married Chen Ping, it also caused a little sensation on Baiye Island.

The Chen family's lineage, that is the "high branch" that makes ordinary people awe.

But Xue Wen didn't care too much at that time.

A broken lineage, can he be compared to him, the second ancestor who has the foundation of his father!

Today, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xue Wen would never have believed that Chen Ping was the mysterious monk who single-handedly attacked Fujiyama Island.

"Niece-in-law?"

Chen Ping sneered, the strength in his hand tightened a little more, and he asked, "Tell this seat, is it the Xuanhuo Crow or the Burning Flame Phoenix?" ”

"Xuan...... Fire Raven! ”

Xue Wen's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

He had a strong feeling, and if he dragged it on, Chen Ping would even strangle him alive.

"Heavenly Demon Bloodline Cub, how did you get it?"

Chen Ping let go of him for the time being and continued to ask.

"My niece and son-in-law, Yun'er grew up watching me."

"I give you the way of 1510, can you spare my dog's life?"

"I swear with my heart that in the future, I will only look forward to you and never betray."

Xue Wen begged, tears and snot flowing.

The only thing he can grasp now is Xue Yun's "emotional card".

But does Chen Ping care about Xue Yun's thoughts?

The answer is no.

"Hehe, I see that you don't see the coffin and don't cry!"

Chen Ping kicked him over in disgust, and said with a strange expression: "Shopkeeper Xue, the torture and torture in this seat have not been used for many years, there are a total of eighteen layers, tsk, I don't know how many layers you can get!" ”

……

The waves were fierce, and layers of waves crashed against the boat.

"Spare your life!"

"Don't, don't, it hurts me!"

"My father won't let you go, you wait to bury me!"

With a series of terrible cries, the hysterical voice at first gradually weakened, and finally fell completely silent.

Pushing Xue Wen's body into the deep sea, Chen Ping sat on the deck and measured a warm heart the size of a fist in his palm.

Strange black runes appeared on the surface of the heart, as if they were still flowing.

This is the puppeteer's method, and Chen Ping doesn't know much about it.

"Hiss"

Chen Ping swung his sword and slashed his heart, and the splattered blood stained his body, but he didn't realize it.

In the center of the heart, there is a monster beast that looks like an ordinary crow.

It's just that its body is blood-red, and there is an extra ring of golden fluff at the crown.

It curled up in a ball, motionless, and looked lifeless.

"It's really a fire crow."

With a single move, the beast lay on the back of his hand.

Chen Ping injected a trace of spiritual power into it, and then frowned.

As Xue Wen had previously explained, the aura of this Flame Crow Cub was extremely weak, and its soul could be extinguished at any time.

"It should have something to do with the gray spiritual power in its heart."

If his guess was correct, the gray spiritual power in the heart of the Xuanhuo Crow was the characteristic energy infused by a demon beast of at least the fourth order.

It is confined to the body and has not been removed for a long time, thus forming a prohibition that can slowly devour vitality.

Fourth-order demon beasts, comparable to the existence of the Jindan period.

Even if Chen Ping restored his cultivation in his previous life, he would not be able to match it.

Fortunately, this terrifying gray energy seems to have been weakened by the same level of spiritual power, and there is not much residual power left.

And the Xuanhuo Crow is a different species, inheriting a trace of the strong bloodline of the Sanwu Golden Crow, otherwise it would not have been able to hold on to the present.