The powerful reincarnation, invincible at the same level, the best among them, can kill the enemy cultivator in the greater realm.

This statement is not made up out of thin air.

It is a true record in the secret news of the cultivation world.

Rather than recultivating with great power, Song Sheng would rather force himself to believe that this kid had a special spiritual root or some kind of powerful spiritual body.

"Not good!"

Chen Ping, who had been releasing his divine sense, suddenly frowned slightly, as if he noticed something strange around him.

Before he could think about it, a long needle spirit weapon surrounded by purple qi had already shot in front of him.

"Another medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

Feeling this obviously lethal aura, Chen Ping's face couldn't help but change, and he hurriedly crushed a yellow talisman.

In an instant, the golden mangs flowing out of the talisman turned into a burly King Kong phantom, with a face full of beard and thick fists, as if it had the ability to pull out the mountain and carry the top.

The first-grade and low-grade King Kong amulet was bought in the hands of Jin Melody Star a few years ago.

"Bang"

Only to hear an extremely harsh sound of metal intersecting, this mighty King Kong was poked and scattered by a long purple needle like a weak paper man.

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes shrank, he had expected this, and with a slap on the storage bag, a delicate steel ring flew out with a "whirl" and stopped a few feet above his head.

The black stone ring with dual attributes of gold and earth, and its defensive ability is second to none among the low-grade spirit weapons.

"Fall!"

With Chen Ping's soft drink, the black stone ring burst into brilliance, fell straight down, encircled him in it, and slowly turned away.

Chen Ping didn't stop there, and with a move of his mind, the double swords stabbed Song Sheng's position again.

"What, you can actually activate two spiritual weapons at the same time!"

Song Sheng's eyes were full of shock, and his closed lips couldn't help but open slightly.

When he was practicing the ninth layer of qi, let alone spiritual weapons, even if he manipulated two supreme magic weapons, it was extremely difficult.

It is enough to prove that the level of the exercises that this kid majors in is extremely high, at least the existence of Xuanpin.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

After hearing a sharp collision sound, dark purple ghostly lights rushed out of the long needle and rushed towards the body of the black stone ring.

There was a fierce confrontation between the ghost light and the black stone ring, and the purple and earthy yellow halos shone continuously.

By the time the purple glow had all disappeared, there were more than a dozen inch-long grooves crisscrossing the outer wall of the originally smooth steel ring, and the entire spiritual weapon was already in tatters and seriously damaged.

Chen Ping staggered backwards for a long distance, his qi and blood churning, and the twin swords that were used to attack Song Sheng also temporarily stopped in mid-air.

It's not that Song Sheng's needle-shaped spiritual weapon is so strong, but the level of spiritual power injected by Chen Ping is too low, which is the fundamental reason why Wu Shiguang is vulnerable.

Fortunately, he crushed the Vajra amulet in time and delayed his breath.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't even have a chance to defend, and I have already made these needles insinuate into hedgehogs.

"He really blocked it!"

Song Sheng was stunned, and his heart was flustered.

This long needle is called "Purple Light Needle", and he has been keeping it in the dantian for decades.

As a natal treasure, the purple light needle is his strongest means of attack.

Just now, when the sword qi was falling and his breath was unknown, he controlled the purple light needle, intending to Yin Chen Ping.

But after seeing that the Purple Light Needle only destroyed Chen Ping's defensive magic weapon and did not bring him any damage, Song Sheng had the idea of retreating.

But the cowardly thought soon passed away.

Take him down, and you can get unimaginable benefits!

The Qinglian swordsmanship displayed by Chen Ping, as well as the high-level exercises he majored in, made him salivate.

Song Sheng has been trapped in the early days of foundation building for more than 20 years.

He was not willing to stop there.

"There is a chance from the sky, Song is willing to fight to the death!"

Song Sheng's face was ruthless, and in a blink of an eye, he became more resolute.

"Hidden!"

With a low roar, his fingers flew up a little faster, and the floating purple light needle seemed to melt into the air, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Hidden forbidden".

He spent seven thousand spirit stones to break into a low-grade spirit forbidden.

"It's gone."

Chen Ping frowned, he used his divine sense to scan several times, but he couldn't find the location of the purple needle.

It seems that Song Sheng knows that there are many dreams at night, and he is ready to play his hole cards.

Chen Ping flipped his hand and tightly covered the last Vajra amulet.

After using the spirit weapon and Qinglian sword qi repeatedly, the remaining mana in his body was almost half consumed.

Song Sheng is afraid of long nights and dreams, so why shouldn't he!

Chen Ping took a deep breath, and the Nine Transformation Flame Spirit Technique was rapidly catalyzed, and then an extremely stunning purple and blue flame condensed and formed.

The space within a radius of more than ten zhang was filled with purple-blue flames, and the temperature rose sharply, and the trees melted instantly when they got a little closer to the boulders.

Dry Blue Purple Flame, the core supernatural power of the Nine Transformation Flame Spirit Formula.

Facing a foundation building monk who was in peak condition, Chen Ping showed it without concealment.

"It's another high-level flame supernatural power, your Excellency can't really be the reincarnation of a great power, right?"

In this ubiquitous heat wave, Song Sheng's face suddenly became bloody.

"The Demon Sweeper of this seat!"

Chen Ping's consciousness pulled, and the dry blue purple flame automatically fell into the palm of his hand, followed by a burst of heat, and the index finger of his right hand was covered with a layer of brilliant purple blue, which looked like he had completely melted his fingers.

The flame light beat violently, like a mountain of flames that had shrunk ten million times!

"The Needle of the Golden Crossing!"

Song Sheng didn't dare to hesitate any longer, his expression was extremely solemn, and he recited the spell with a solemn expression, and transferred all the remaining mana into the purple light needle.

"呲呲"

I saw a sharp purple light wrapped in a terrifying metallic mana, which suddenly appeared from somewhere, stabbing straight towards the back of Chen Ping's head.

"Extinguishing the Flame Finger!"

Chen Ping's divine sense had always been on guard, and when he saw the enemy treasure appear, with a sharp finger, a hot purple and blue beam of light hit the flying needle impartially.

"Wow!"

The power of the Extinction Flame Finger was transcendent, and in an instant, it flew away with the purple flying needle, castration unabated, and then shot extremely sharply into Song Sheng's protective red rays.

But Song Sheng was a foundation building monk after all, and the moment he pierced the body protection light shield through the finger mang, he felt that something was wrong.

In a hurry, he couldn't care about taking the treasure to resist anymore, and slammed his body hard.

The purple-red beam of light grazed his ear tightly, slicing off his entire right ear, avoiding the vital point of his heart, but a bloody flower erupted on his shoulder, and a red hole appeared.

"Haha, the old man still thinks that your supernatural power is very powerful, but Er'er."

Song Sheng screamed in pain, but his face had an expression of ecstasy.

Monk Tsukiki's body has a strong ability to recover, and the hole in the shoulder can only be said to be a minor or serious injury.

However, the next moment, before his wild laughter could end, the smile on his face was replaced by a look of disbelief.

"Zizi"

In the blood hole on Song Sheng's shoulder, a dry blue fire burned wildly, burning him into a burning man with the momentum of a prairie fire.

"Ahh

Song Sheng fell to the ground, and the more he rolled, the stronger the fire became.

Chen Ping's eyes were sharp, and with a sword, he picked off the spirit beast bag on his waist and the storage ring on his left hand.

The storage ring is just that, and the spirit beast bag can't help but bake the dry blue and purple flames.

The so-called killing demons and grabbing treasures, without treasures, what is the point of killing demons.