At the moment when the ice smoky stone just shook his hand, in the dantian, the golden bead suddenly appeared without warning.

The size of this bead is the size of Bigu Dan, revealing a soft pale gold color.

An inch of space around it, a strange circle of purple lightning flickered.

Back then, he was silent under the suppression of the boundless heart thunder tribulation, and he was about to be scattered.

It was the thunder and lightning on this golden bead that quickly pulled away, and finally turned into a rune whip, forcibly scattering the thunder tribulation.

Chen Ping remembers this vividly.

"Isn't there a reaction to the next step?"

Chen Ping's face was a little cautious, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then grabbed the ice smoky stone between his two fingers and pressed it tightly against his abdomen.

However, at this moment, the golden beads in the dantian made a violent movement and began to spin rapidly.

As the speed of the gold bead became faster and faster, the thunder and lightning on the body fell off one by one, like a tentacle that had been guided, and it entangled the ice smoky stone in an instant.

"呲呲"

With the flick of a finger, the ice smoky stone melted completely, like boiling snow, and was finally condensed into a drop of blue water.

"This ......"

Chen Ping's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

Ice smoky stone is a fourth-order ore!

Even if he advanced to the Yuan Dan and cast the Dry Blue Purple Flame again, it would take several years to melt the Ice Smoke Stone.

If this thunder and lightning had struck him, he would have been wiped out on the spot.

At this moment, the golden bead suddenly stopped turning, and the thunder and lightning tentacles wrapped in the essence of the ice smoky stone were suddenly retracted, passing through Chen Ping's dantian and sucking it into the body.

Then, golden rays erupted from the beads, and finally formed a strange vortex about two inches square.

Around the whirlpool are floating fine colorful dust, swimming as if following a specific trajectory, which is very strange.

"Boom!"

A huge roar suddenly sounded in the space in his mind, and Chen Ping only felt that a pair of big hands grabbed his proud soul, followed by it, and was pulled into the vortex without resistance.

A total darkness enveloped his vision, and a chill from an ancient glacier struck from the depths of his soul.

The soul power in his whole body was like an ice stone that would not melt for thousands of years, solidified and stiff.

After thirty breaths, the chill in the soul dissipated, and a hazy light rose in the darkness.

Through the glimmer of light, Chen Ping found that he was stepping on a brown dirt field, which seemed ordinary and ordinary.

With himself as the starting point, outside the ten zhang space, you can't see the scenery in any direction around you.

Because this space was covered with a layer of pale golden fog everywhere, no matter how much his divine sense penetrated, it could not be extended.

"Could this be the Golden Bead Space?"

Chen Ping swept his eyes, and the surroundings were empty, except for dirt, there was nothing else.

"Jinzhu senior?"

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he tentatively transmitted a divine soul message to the vicinity.

However, in response to him was a long silence, as quiet as death.

For a while, Chen Pingmei closed the lock.

He was helpless, and he had never been so clueless about what he was doing today.

But he had a strong instinct that the space was far more expansive than he had imagined.

After a deep groan, Chen Ping's eyes must have used his divine sense to slowly approach the edge of the dense fog.

Five zhang, three zhang, two zhang, one zhang.

The closer you get to that tipping point, the harder it will be.

It's like stepping into a muddy swamp, and every small step takes a lot of strength.

When he reached the edge, a strong sense of squeezing came from all directions, and at this moment, Chen Ping seemed to let a closed bubble surround him, his head was swollen and cracked, and his soul flickered brightly and darkly.

"Open!"

Chen Ping condensed his divine sense, slapped his palm on the thick layer of fog, and smashed it hard, and a big hole suddenly appeared.

A dazzling light came through the cave, Chen Ping didn't care about the weakness of his soul, stepped forward, and the whole person crossed over.

Stopping steadily, he took in everything around him.

The brown dirt under his feet was still the same as before, but there were three and a half human-high transparent light shields on the ground.

When I glanced at it, there were pieces of golden pages suspended inside.

There are six leaves floating in the mask on the left, seven leaves in the middle, and nine leaves on the far right!

The pages were about the size of a palm, each dragging a light red streamer.

"Could it be the legendary golden-veined blade?"

Chen Ping muttered in his mouth, and a storm broke off in his heart.

This world has been opened up for thousands of years, and there are countless exercises and secret techniques that have been handed down.

According to the strength of the power, it is divided into four grades: red, yellow, Xuan, and heaven.

Each large grade is subdivided into lower, intermediate, and upper grades.

Red, yellow, Xuan, including most of the heavenly exercises, are basically recorded in classics, jade slips, and even demon animal skins.

But the Heavenly Rank is a special existence.

This level of exercises, the root of heaven and earth, the luck of creation, is almost a divine object above this realm.

Often, every text is jerky and difficult to understand, and contains a thousand variations.

Thousands of words are combined, and there are endless annotations.

Even if a monk with extreme talent comprehends a Heavenly Grade Upper Rank Exercise, it usually takes hundreds or thousands of years.

Not to mention the ordinary qualifications.

As a result, the golden-veined leaf was born later.

The body of the golden-veined leaf is the true yang sycamore leaf.

And the True Yang Sycamore Leaf is a sixth-order divine object.

Because it has the power of evolution and the effect of embodying the law, the value of each piece will not be less than one Infant Pill!

Cultivators who intend to pass on the Heavenly Rank Upper Grade Exercises can choose to leave their cultivation insights and experiences in the sycamore leaves and seal them.

For 100,000 years, it will not dissipate.

This is the origin of the golden-veined leaves.

It's not that without the golden vein blade, you can't comprehend the Heavenly Grade Upper Rank Exercises.

However, absorbing the golden vein method leaf is like getting the powerful cultivator who is proficient in this technique to personally pass on the exercise, and the cultivation process will be improved by a thousand times.

The lingering bead also has this effect, which can not reach the magic of one ten-thousandth of the golden vein law.

There was a milky white ball of light floating on each mask, and Chen Ping's divine sense sank cautiously, and he immediately got a detailed introduction.

"Breaking the Formation Immortal Thunder Method!"

Chen Ping's eyes shrank, and his face immediately became extremely moved.

He guessed correctly, what was suppressed in the light mask was really the golden-veined magic blade.

With incomparably shocked shock, Chen Ping came into contact with the other two balls of light.

"Taiyi Yan Divine Method!"

"Xuannu Dian Feng Gong!"

"Three Heavenly Rank Exercises!"

Chen Ping's gaze had become insensitive, and he stood quietly in place, as if he had forgotten everything.

"Twenty-two True Yang Sycamore Leaves, Twenty-two Infant Pills!"

Suddenly, Chen Ping's eyes were red and he roared wildly.

"Old thieves, have you ever gotten it, I actually didn't get such a chance against the sky!"