On Tan Zonghou's body, Chen Ping found a green storage bag and a bow and crossbow.

Needless to say, the original owner of this storage bag should be the owner of the island, Hong Qiqi.

A martial artist who has not yet ignited the soul of the gods can't use the things of the immortal family.

As for the bow and crossbow, it was made of a first-order spirit wood, and with a twist of luck, it was suddenly divided into two.

Closing his eyes and adjusting slightly, Chen Pinglu was cautious, and walked towards a deep pit in the distance step by step.

In the meandering shallow stream at intervals, an old man with kind eyebrows and white hair was tied up by several iron cables, and his bare upper body was soaked in the water.

"Fellow Daoist, save me."

The old man twisted the iron rope on his body desperately and shouted hoarsely.

However, Chen Ping turned a deaf ear and crossed the stream expressionlessly, without looking at him.

Half a mile beside the creek, there was a huge square pit.

Looking down condescendingly, the big hole was so black that I couldn't see the bottom of the pit clearly.

Hundreds of wrist-thick hemp ropes were stacked in front of the pit.

Chen Ping frowned, returned to the creek first, and fished the old man up with a light touch.

"Thank you for saving me, Hong is grateful."

The old man was wet and pale, and as soon as he lay down, a trace of fishy blood flowed from his body, staining the grass nearby.

For no other reason, this person's hand and foot tendons were all broken by sharp weapons, and there was a black wound on the lower abdomen.

Thinking about it, his dantian must have been severely damaged, resulting in the loss of cultivation.

Aside from the old man's divine sense, he is now inferior to a mortal.

If the icy water of the stream is left to wash away, this person will definitely not live for a day.

"Daoyou is the Lord of Hong Enlightenment Island, right?"

Chen Ping didn't let go of the iron rope for him, and asked lightly.

"Alas, Hong is just a minor cultivator of the fifth level of Qi cultivation, and he has established himself as a king on this mortal island."

Saying bitterly, Hong Qi said faintly: "What kind of island owner will you talk about in the future, the civil strife on Lansuo Island, Hong's cultivation is scattered, and he has to rely on Taoist friends to save him, and his majesty has no way, I am really ashamed!" ”

"Lord Hong, how did you get to this point? Could it be that there are other immortal cultivators who attacked you? ”

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes were clamped, and he said suspiciously.

Even if Hong Qiqi only had the fifth level of Qi cultivation, it was not something that three great grandmasters with a group of small miscellaneous fish could solve.

Just take a few first-class low-grade talismans, which is enough for the warriors to hug their heads and run away.

Hong Qiqi smiled bitterly and said resentfully: "More than ten years ago, Hong killed a poisonous sea butterfly, extracted toxins from its inner tank, and refined a demon-breaking crossbow. ”

"The poison of the sea butterfly can not only break through the monk's spiritual defenses, but also cause the arrow victim to fall into temporary paralysis."

"Hong was attacked by Tan Zonghou with a demon crossbow."

Thinking that Tan Zonghou had just shot a black arrow attacking him, Chen Ping sneered: "The treasure that can threaten the life of the monk, Hong Daoyou is actually relieved to hand it over to his subordinates?" ”

The implication is that Hong Qiqi's current situation is all his own fault.

"Tan Zonghou's disguise is too good, Hong Mou supported him to break through the True Qi Great Grandmaster, decades of affection, who could have predicted it?"

Hong Qiqi laughed miserably and asked, "Daoyou's divine power is amazing, using giant trees as weapons, is it a rare Qi Realm body cultivation?" ”

"Not bad."

Chen Ping nodded, shifted his gaze to the deep pit, and pointed to it: "The civil strife on your island must be for that extraterrestrial meteorite. ”

"Greed, I'd rather it fall into the sea."

Hong Qiqi sighed sadly and said slowly in detail.

Half a month ago, a meteorite fell on the grassland in the eastern part of the island, and he and several great masters immediately went to inspect it.

At the bottom of the crater, they found the meteorite.

Hong Qi attacked with a magic weapon, but he didn't leave even a shallow white mark.

As a cultivator, he immediately understood that this must be a high-grade ore.

He wanted to put it in a storage bag, but he couldn't put it in a few times.

Next, the four high-ranking officials on the island disagreed on what to do with the meteorite.

Hong Qiqi suggested burying it on the spot and continuing to live a paradise-like life with the people of the island.

However, the three great grandmasters thought that the meteorite should be pulled out and offered to a higher-level monk in exchange for the opportunity to ascend to the immortal.

They themselves are too old to turn to martial arts.

But in the families of the three great masters, there are young juniors.

They even had greater ambitions and wanted to use this stone to create a family of cultivating immortals.

The two sides were at a stalemate for more than ten days, and the three great masters finally agreed to his plan.

But what made Hong Qiqi never believe it was that the three of them had ghosts in their hearts, and Tan Zonghou, who he trusted the most, took advantage of his unpreparedness to attack with a demon crossbow, ignoring the grace of cultivation, stabbing his dantian with a sword, and breaking his limbs and veins.

Tan Zonghou soaked him in water and tortured him, just to force him to tell the cultivation method and the traces of the immortal master on the outer islands.

At the end, Hong's tone was full of anger and unwillingness.

And the blood that spilled from his body was flowing more and more, and the whole person looked extremely weak.

Chen Ping listened silently, without any sympathetic thoughts.

For a full fifteen days, Hong Qiqi obviously had countless opportunities to strike first, but he let the so-called mortal great grandmaster stand above his head and shout against it, and he really lost his mind.

This Hong Qixing may have been out of the cultivation world for too long, and he had forgotten the sinister nature of the human heart.

Moreover, where there are people, there is strife.

There is also deception in the mundane world, and the heart of guarding against others is indispensable.

"A mere martial artist is even more greedy."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, Tan Zonghou and the others couldn't help but think too simply.

Mortal warriors offer treasures to monks, and in the end, eighty percent of them will be killed and killed, and maybe they will also cause a catastrophe involving the nine clans.

"Fellow Daoist, please kill me."

Suddenly, Hong Qiqi turned his head and said in a calm tone.

He is a cultivator, and his cultivation is completely dispersed, even if he stops bleeding, his remaining life will be paralyzed in bed, which is more uncomfortable than death.

"Since Hong Daoyou has the will to die, why did you call me to save you just now?"

Raising his eyebrows, Chen Ping said leisurely.

"Hong, a lonely low-grade spiritual root cultivator, has lived for decades in glory and wealth, and all the traitors have died at the hands of Taoist friends, I have long been free of concern and obsession."

Hong Qi raised his head with difficulty and said prayerfully: "Before Hong died, he wanted to dare to plead with Taoist friends for one thing. ”

Chen Ping looked at him coldly and didn't make any answer.

What qualifications does a person who has cultivated to the end of his cultivation have to negotiate with him?

"The island is full of mortals except for Hong, and they don't know what fell from it."

"If you have the ability to take away the ore, I hope you don't hurt them."

"In this way, the old man is blind to death."

With that, a wisp of black blood overflowed from the corner of his smiling mouth, and his head was planted, and he lost his breath in an instant.

This man actually killed himself by biting his tongue.

"In the next life, reincarnation, Daoyou should be a mortal."

After being silent for a long time, Chen Ping sighed lightly and threw Hong Qiqi's body into the stream.

He has lived most of his life on Lanso Island.

Sleeping here may be his best home.

Then, without delay, Chen Ping grabbed the hemp rope outside the deep pit, slipped his feet together, and after about a dozen breaths, he touched the ground.

In the dark space, a black ore the size of a table of eight immortals lay flat.

Tearing off the hundreds of hemp ropes that bound it, the true body of the ore was revealed.

The stone has smooth edges and corners, covered with tadpole-like lines that seem to be carved out of nature, and the whole exudes a faint black light, revealing an endless cold.

Chen Ping took a deep breath, then spread out his right palm and slowly approached.