"Nephew Deng Xian, your grandfather is Lei Xiu in the late Yuan Dan period, it is easy to destroy the Chen family, if it is you, as the first cultivator of a clan, will you make a feud with a behemoth for the sake of a minion?"

Because of Deng Chenhuan's identity, although Pu Yuanhao was reluctant in every way, he still said what he analyzed in his heart.

"Uncle Deng is reasonable, but the younger generation is too worried."

Listening to a Yuandan monk talking about his grandfather in awe, Deng Chenhuan couldn't help but show a hint of arrogance.

"The strength of the supernatural powers of the common predecessors is also famous all over the world. More than ten years ago, you fought against two foreign peers and remained undefeated, and finally calmly retreated, and this story has already spread in the nearby seas. ”

"There are ordinary seniors to protect the young master Hui clan, and we really don't have to worry about it."

Realizing that he had offended Pu Yuanhao before, Chen Wei hurriedly nodded and said remedied.

"Hehe, what you kid is talking about is the encounter between this seat and the black and white shuangsha, but unfortunately this seat tried his best and only injured one of them."

Pu Yuanhao sighed and waved his hand, his mouth was modest, but there was a smug look in his eyes.

The battle with the two Yuan Dan cultivators, the black and white cultivators, was his proudest experience so far.

However, the reason for his victory was purely to take advantage of the magic weapon.

With three Dao weapons in hand, attack, defense, and escape are integrated, which is far from being comparable to ordinary people of the same level.

The black and white double evil name bluffs people, but in fact, it is just an ordinary scattered cultivation Yuan Dan.

"After months of being out there, it's time to go back."

The soles of Pu Yuanhao's feet flashed, and then after a tremble, he took Deng Chenhuan and Chen Wei into a cloud of white clouds several feet long and flew away.

At intervals, a green shadow slowly emerged.

Staring at the white clouds galloping in mid-air, Chen Ping couldn't help but grin.

Pu Yuanhao's head is the analysis of the Dao, and everything is based on the fact that he is the newly promoted low-level Yuan Dan.

But the speculation itself could not be more wrong.

To put it mildly, even if he was personally escorted by Deng Fengcheng, he would dare to give it a try.

At present, the outside world's collection of information on him is only superficial, and he can still take advantage of the information gap to comfortably pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

But after he slaughtered Pu Yuanhao and cleaned up the Deng family, he would definitely be listed as one of the top existences in the surrounding hundreds of thousands of miles of seas, and even the Lanyue Sect would pay attention to him.

At that time, no matter how much he hid his strength, no one would be stupid enough to believe it.

"Do it and cherish it."

Chen Ping shook his head and sighed, when he realized that Pu Yuanhao had almost flown out of the limit of the scope of his divine sense, the sword lotus under his feet surged up, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped from the Smelting Fire Alliance station, and shot straight towards the target.

……

Considering Deng Chenhuan's low realm, Pu Yuanhao's retreat height has been maintained at about 3,000 zhang, which is just on the edge of the boundary between the one-yuan heavy heaven and the two-yuan heavy heaven.

Although Monk Yuan Dan has the strength to fly in the Duality Heavy Heaven, but at the moment, the two oil bottles are entangled, and in case of the attack of the Cirrus Fire and the Purple Thunder, he can't guarantee that the two of them will be safe and sound.

"Uncle Pu, after the little nephew returns to the clan, he will definitely report your merits to his grandfather and uncle."

Reclining in the middle of the white clouds, Deng Chenwan said with a hippie smile.

Pu Yuanhao responded expressionlessly, sneering in his heart.

The kindness of a foundation building junior, how could he lick his face and treat it.

Deng Chenhuan was bored with himself, so he casually took out a three-striped Golden Flower Jade Dew Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and began his first meditation in months.

As for the slave Chen Wei, he kept looking back, looking worried.

Before arriving at Kongming Island, his hanging heart was always unable to let go.

Above the dualistic heavy heaven five thousand zhang above the sea, Chen Ping condescendingly followed the group, and divided a small part of his energy to resist the Gangfeng and possible celestial attacks.

The reason why Chongtian made the monks talk about the tiger's color was that in addition to the occasional natural disasters without warning, the suppression of the divine consciousness was also very terrifying.

The one-yuan heavy heaven does not have that inexplicable sense of restraint, but the two-elemental, three-elemental, and four-element heavy heavens seem to be shrouded by a locking god formation that covers the sky and the sun, and all the creatures that enter it will be suppressed by an extremely exaggerated expression.

It was as if Chen Ping was flying in the Duality Heavy Heaven, and the divine sense of 15,000 zhang could only scan the scenery within 10,000 zhang when released at this moment, and it was weakened by more than 30%.

Forty thousand zhang away, the three-element heavy heaven, the divine soul will be directly weakened by seventy percent.

And the Four Yuan Chongtian, which Chen Ping and his two generations had never set foot in, according to the records of the secret texts of the Thousand Law Sect, the degree of suppression reached a terrifying ninety percent.

It is equivalent to the Jindan Divine Soul, and it fell to the point of the Yuandan Divine Soul in one step.

In the cultivation world, many well-known high-level cultivators have fallen into the extremely evil environment of the Heavy Heavens.

The weirdness of Chongtian, for thousands of years, no living creature has been able to solve the mystery and study it thoroughly.

Chen Ping's body of Yuan Dan was naturally full of awe of Chongtian.

……

After flying for about a stick of incense, a white cloud separated from the clouds and descended rapidly, shooting towards the sea.

"Are you going to change the spirit boat?"

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and he went down synchronously with the light falling.

It is still difficult to cross tens of thousands of miles by sea with the cultivation of Yuan Dan in the early stage, and forcibly crossing the sea will only exhaust the mana.

If you encounter danger, you don't even have the strength to fight back.

Therefore, in the case of carrying tools such as spirit boats and spirit ships, very few monks choose to consume their own spiritual power to make an ultra-long-distance crossing.

"Uncle Pu, my nephew is cultivating, it's inconvenient to help you control the spirit boat, if necessary, I can tell Ah Wei at any time."

Deng Chenhuan absorbed the medicinal power and said casually.

After listening to the young master's words, Chen Wei immediately bowed his hand and said flatteringly: "Senior Pu, let me come, you old man can enter the cabin to deter Xiaoxiao." ”

"Hmm."

Pu Yuanhao bowed slightly, this little guy is quite acquainted.

Just as he communicated with the storage ring and was about to release the spirit boat, he suddenly sensed the sharp changes in the aura of the heaven and earth around him, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the sky, but his face immediately changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, there is a Yuandan monk ambushing us!" ”

As soon as they heard this, Deng Chenhuan and Deng Wei were shocked, and they sacrificed defensive spiritual weapons one after another, but when they looked up, they saw a shocking scene.

Directly above about a thousand zhang, an ancient cyan flying sword was slowly pressed down, and the speed seemed to be very slow, but with a buzz that broke through the air, it was magnified several times in an instant, and the aura within a radius of several miles was suddenly exhausted, and the blue light overflowed, and a dense sword rain smashed down.

"This is the power of the high-grade Dao weapon......

Pu Yuanhao's face suddenly became gloomy, his hands quickly pinched the trick, the white light on his body flashed, and a light green small tripod appeared in the air.

It seems to have been made of some unknown ore, only three or four inches in size, antique, and carved with some strange beast shadow patterns on the surface.