"Third-Order Golem?"

Jin Zhaoheng was a little surprised, but his movements did not stop, and the sword of the incarnate stars continued to smash down, wanting to tear it to pieces first, and then kill Chen Ping, who was hiding behind.

However, at this moment, a shocking change abruptly appeared.

The giant puppet in front of him, which was originally lifeless, suddenly opened a dark opening from its abdomen, and a purple-blue light shot out, heading straight for the stars.

The scars were wrapped in something like an arm, covered with fluff three or four inches long, and the back of the hand and fingers were engraved with large and small spider marks, and the silver patterns were spaced apart one after another, and there was even a layer of black fluorescence.

This thing is naturally the arm of the sea tribe's power.

Chen Ping used more than 20 gold and silver threads to lock it firmly, and laboriously arranged a disguise, at least so that its appearance could not show the characteristics of the sea clan.

The arm was silent, without any bells and whistles, but the terrifying power contained in it made Jin Zhaoheng, who was conceited and capable of swordsmanship, shudder, tremble excitedly, and he couldn't even think about it, and poured into the stars like a tide of mana.

For a while, the small golden swords rushed to form a huge curtain of light.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the five fingers of the arm condensed into a fist and slammed into a heavy bombardment on the light curtain, erupting with a terrifying roar.

The light curtain transformed by the sword qi was distorted and blurred, and it made a harsh sound of "rattle" and "rattle", as if it might collapse and disintegrate at any time.

Jin Zhaoheng was frightened and angry, opened his mouth and spit out ten drops of essence blood and melted into the stars, followed by a touch of golden light on the surface, six dazzling meteorites appeared, and they closed forward, and a powerful three-zhang giant sword stabbed in panic, and before the light curtain was completely shattered, it collided with his arm fiercely.

After another deafening loud bang, a circle of fierce air waves rolled away like a hurricane in all directions, overturning more than a dozen nearby palace attics, and the unexhausted aftermath sank into the ground, and cracks several feet wide crawled out like centipede feet, as if to tear the ground of the inner city apart.

Yuan Fang Yiqiao, Gong Lingshan and others witnessed this amazing scene, and their faces changed in shock.

Jin Zhaoheng's newly created Falling Star Swordsmanship, its power is faintly beyond the scope of the late Yuan Dan period, fortunately, Chen Ping was invited to participate in this battle, otherwise even if they are single-minded in defense, in the face of the Falling Star Sword, they will definitely be seriously injured if they don't die.

"A genius is a genius, not weaker than the Xuanpin mid-level sword moves, staying in Chongtian to comprehend the moon from scratch, this seat has lived for so long, and he has not been able to create some kind of move."

Chen Ping muttered sourly, but his face was a little unimpressed.

"Wow!"

The golden silkworm and silver filament arched most of it and was straight with a shock, and the huge force that suddenly gave birth was transmitted to the demon arm.

You must know that this thing is not a magical power or magic weapon supported by Chen Ping's mana, unless the sea spirit power contained in the flesh and bones is exhausted, it can launch an uninterrupted attack.

But is it possible for a Yuan Dan sword cultivator in Jin Zhaoheng District to do it?

It's almost the same to replace it with a fake Dan and a Jindan monk.

Next, I saw the demon arm like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves to the extreme to shatter the giant sword, and then smashed down with a punch, and the mighty lightless stars immediately shattered inch by inch, and the large pieces of golden tile-like spiritual power broke away, and finally turned into stars and scattered and destroyed.

As soon as the Falling Star Sword was broken, the imprisoned power on Chen Ping's body disappeared out of thin air.

The golden and blue light sword also suddenly revealed its original form, the surrounding aura buzzed up and contracted, and a circle of pale white waves appeared in the center, dim and colorless spring water, obviously the momentum was not as good as before.

"Where to run!"

As soon as he saw that the light saber figure was about to rush out of the city, Chen Ping smiled coldly, and the unscathed demon arm slapped towards him, and a terrible wail came out of the air, and the sword was repelled more than ten zhang away, and it flipped several times, and then the tip of the sword was inserted into a house.

"This kind of divine power, is it really a monk in the early stage of Yuan Dan?"

Rao has witnessed Chen Ping's strength many times, but Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao are still looking at it, and their faces are shocked.

An endless ecstasy ensued.

Even Jin Zhaoheng, who was in the state of human and sword integration, had little power to resist in Chen Ping's hands, and the other shrimp soldiers and crabs could only wait for their lives to die.

The decades-long battle for Taoism is finally coming to an end, and the end of the Anti-Star Sect has arrived!

Gong Lingshan's chest rose and fell, and her jade-like face instantly changed with excitement, and she even thought about how to concoct Jin Zhaoheng later.

Back then, my grandfather was torn into pieces by this person, and today, let him taste the same torture!

"Kim Do-woo?"

Chen Ping shouted softly, not daring to be careless in his heart, the power of his divine sense spread and shrouded the hut in a roll, and then the Qinglian sword light surrounded the side, and he cautiously pinched a dry blue purple flame, and with a flick from a distance, the house burned to ashes in an instant.

It's not that Chen Ping is too careful, but Jin Zhaoheng's background is extraordinary, in case he gets one or two unusual hole cards from the top of the Lanyue Sect, it will really be a defeat.

The surroundings were exposed at a glance, and in the ruins, a man and a sword lay on the ground and separated.

Jin Zhaoheng was covered in blood, the left half of his collarbone was deeply dented, and there was a hideous fist mark on the right atrium, and the injury was extremely serious.

And his golden blue spirit sword was also dim, and small cracks appeared on the surface, obviously close to destruction, and he could no longer withstand any attacks until it was repaired.

The punch of the demon arm is almost equivalent to the casual blow of an ordinary half-step Jindan monk, and Jin Zhaoheng can survive his life, thanks to the extraordinary swordsmanship, it is quite difficult.

Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief, with a grim smile on his face, and the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword was like an arrow off the string, poking straight towards Jin Zhaoheng's dantian.

Capturing this person alive and performing the soul searching technique was his original plan.

"Those who want to rebel against the star are all damned people!"

The hesitation on his face flickered, and with a cold word, Jin Zhaoheng pushed forward with his right hand, and a dark black token flew out, and then tilted everything with two fingers together.

"What is this?"

Chen Ping's eyes shrank suddenly, and his first reaction was to check with his divine sense, but immediately something terrifying happened to him, and when his wisp of divine consciousness was close to the black token three zhang away, it melted away without warning and like spring and snow.

Could this thing be a powerful rune treasure?

Frightened in his heart, Chen Ping smashed a few drops of essence blood without thinking, and recited the mantra silently, and the shadow of Mo Luo instantly added to his body, and the light flashed wildly, and he retreated a thousand feet away in a row, leaving only part of his divine consciousness floating in place, observing the changes in the token.

With a "poof", this token that was not an ordinary thing was easily broken into two halves under the horizontal cut of Jin Zhaoheng's palm.

In the token, a circle of mysterious halos suddenly rippled, and a series of esoteric, gorgeous and abnormal runes emerged, densely packed, layer after layer, and the slight shaking kept changing, and the slightest gaze was dizzy.

At the same time, the Pure Yang Sword flashed, and it happened to be on top of the row of runes at the forefront, and followed closely, as if a stone had been slammed with a heavy hammer, the sword body lost its brilliance, and flew out abruptly, automatically returning to Chen Ping's hands.

"Poof"

Chen Ping only felt that his throat was sweet, his face became pale, and after a frenzied turn, his stumbling body stabilized.

The body of the sword is crawling with cracks similar to those of the golden and blue light sword, but the condition is slightly better, and it is not on the verge of damage.

The Pure Yang Sword is his natal dao weapon, closely related to his mind.

The sword was hit hard by the runes, and he was affected by the natal magic weapon, and at the same time, he was not lightly injured.

"What the hell is that token?"

When he raised his head again, Chen Ping's eyes were full of panic.

Although the main material of the Pure Yang Sword is a third-order Qingxuan Iron Essence, after repeated enhancements, it can already compete with the best Dao weapon.

But even so, it still ended up with a miserable result, and it is speculated that the means derived from the token have definitely reached the Jindan level.

In addition, what is even more shocking is that the rune did not take the initiative to attack just now, but the power of the counterattack generated by self-defense, otherwise his natal spirit sword would probably be damaged on the spot.

"Jin has come to this point, and it is all due to Baier and others."

Jin Zhaoheng slowly got up with the spirit sword, revealing a happy smile.

Through the black runes fluttering beside him, Chen Ping actually noticed that there seemed to be a hint of relief on this person's face.

"We can't do anything, let's withdraw first!"

As soon as he stepped on the ice bow, Fan Yiqiao's voice trembled violently, indicating the horror in his heart at the moment, no less than half a point than Chen Ping.

He knew exactly how powerful the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword was, but no Dao weapon of this grade could withstand a blow from the rune.

There are still hundreds of runes in the token that Jin Zhaoheng crushed, enough to kill them back and forth dozens or hundreds of times, and if you don't run at this time, you should die and have no place to be buried.

Fan Yiqiao was frightened, but his heart was full of doubts.

Jin Laojiu has such a shocking secret treasure in his hands, and the first few times he used the fighting method directly, where does he still have a chance to break the city by Shattering Star Gate?

"It's the ......"

As if thinking of something, Fan Yiqiao's hands and feet shivered coldly.

"Don't worry, two fellow Daoists, take precautions and wait and see."

Chen Ping stared at the bottom while stopping Fan Yiqiao.

He found that the runes coming out of the token seemed to be out of Jin Zhaoheng's control, and in the black halo, a vague figure was formed.

"Wow"

The flying runes were like an edict, and the two sides of the extremely obedient were neatly divided, and then, the figure walked out calmly.

This is a sturdy man in his thirties, in the prime of life, dressed in a fairy fish robe, and exudes a sense of elegance in his gestures.

"Gu ...... Reality! ”

Several Yuan Dan present, whether it was Fan Yiqiao, Gong Lingshan, or Chen Ping and Jin Zhaoheng, were all shocked and stopped their ongoing actions.

Because the figure that appeared in the rune was too prominent, it made people involuntarily feel afraid and worshipful.

Gu Sixian!

What these three words represent, maybe the juniors don't know much, but the high-level monks must know it.

The chief Supreme Elder of the Lanyue Sect, the first person in a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, can stomp his feet to trigger an earthquake and tsunami Tongtian overhaul.

"There is no aura of living beings on the figure, it seems that it is not the doppelganger of Gu Senior."

Chen Ping lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and suddenly felt relieved.

Although the "Gu Zhenren" in front of him is lifelike, there is no soul, mana, and vitality, and there is a high probability that it is just an image, just like the picture stored by the photo beads, which has an empty surface.

"Junior, Chen Ping, meet Gu's senior......"

"Junior Gong Lingshan, see Gu Zhenren's ......"

"Junior Jin ......"

The rest of the Yuan Dan also suddenly came for the first time, not the real consciousness came in person, but no one dared to be presumptuous, including Chen Ping, all of them bowed down in a proper manner.

This is the coercion of the Jindan monks, not to mention that Gu Sixian is not an ordinary Jindan.

Not to mention the late stage realm, he is even more in charge of the huge Lanyue Sect, accompanied by all kinds of spiritual treasures, even if he is an ordinary Great Perfection monk, he is not his opponent.

If the disrespectful behavior reached the Lanyue Sect, Gu Zhenren only needed to move his fingers, and they would even be annihilated by the forces behind them.

Everyone saluted respectfully, and "Gu Sixian" turned a blind eye, but said expressionlessly: "Jin Zhaoheng, the cultivator of Jinrui Island, is the new old man, and the sixth disciple of Jin." ”

After speaking, the figure exploded like foam, disappearing invisibly.

The short words in his words were just ten words, but as if they had infinite magic sounds, they struck down fiercely, shocking his mood.

Chen Ping lowered his head, his face was already particularly difficult to look at, while Gong Lingshan was extremely desperate, his shoulders trembling and his mouth full of bitterness.

Jin Zhaoheng ascended to the sky in one step, and was directly accepted by the Jin Dan of the Lanyue Sect, from now on, who would dare to touch him a single hair?

"Destroy my spirit sword, break my kindness of Jin Rui, Jin will always remember it."

In front of everyone, Jin Zhaoheng calmly put away the golden and blue light sword, and a touch of mockery flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his life and the Reverse Star Sect had been saved, and he was also very satisfied with Gu Zhenren's personal disciple.

The only regret is that these runes in the token are not under his control, otherwise he can vent his monstrous hatred by destroying Chen Ping and others on the spot.

"Boom!"

An extremely unexpected scene appeared, and the layers of black runes that were slowly rotating suddenly stopped, and suddenly turned into a layer of black light veil, enveloping Jin Zhaoheng's entire body.

In the next breath, when no one reacted, the black light flashed, and the tulle imprisoned Jin Zhaoheng for a few flickers, and disappeared in an instant.

"Such a terrifying speed is worthy of the handiwork of the old monster of Jindan."

Chen Ping's heart chuckled, and his divine sense quietly swirled and swept away, catching the traces of the black yarn twenty miles away, and in the blink of an eye, it was already eighty miles away, and the third breath was directly out of the scope of his divine consciousness.

The best proof that Jin Zhaoheng was indeed taken away from is the moat array that has completely come to a standstill.

Because the eyes of the two third-level large arrays were still on Jin Zhaoheng's body, because the two were too far apart, the formation lost its effect.

"It turns out that being alone means ...... here and now"

Jin Zhaoheng's departure made Fan Yiqiao seem to have been greatly impacted, his eyes were blank, and he muttered an inexplicable sentence repeatedly.