Holding his hands lightly, feeling the strength of his body that was strong all over his body, Chen Ping had no doubt that he could easily shatter a top-grade defensive Dao weapon with a single punch.

At this point, his Dharma cultivation and physical cultivation realms went hand in hand, and both reached the late Yuan Dan stage.

Of course, Chen Ping's Dharma initiates are still in name only.

There is only one origin vein in the human race.

And his origin veins flowed with the mana of the Nine Transformation Flame Spirit Technique.

If he chose another body refining technique to cultivate at the same time, two diametrically opposed mana would circulate within the Origin Vein, it would definitely destroy his Dao foundation and cause the immortal path to be cut off.

It is precisely because of the limitation of the number of origin veins that hundreds of millions of cultivators have cultivated since ancient times, and there are only a handful of people who have truly achieved the Dharma body.

Those few Terran sages with two origin veins may have swallowed some kind of extremely high-level supreme treasure, and the strange body of the acquired achievement.

With Chen Ping's cultivation, you don't have to think about it.

Glancing at the last remaining Sea Tide Pill, he had no intention of continuing to use it.

Yesterday, the efficacy of the sixth Haichao Pill had been greatly reduced, less than half of the previous one.

In this way, if this pill is taken by the same monk, at most seven or eight pills, the body will develop irreversible resistance.

Spending millions of resources to make the body refining realm break through a small level, even in Jin Dan's eyes, it is an unreasonable thing.

However, Chen Ping felt that he could barely make do.

Divine power is a process of accumulation step by step, each time the strength of one or half of the growth is completed, and when it enters the Jindan period, it can accumulate and continue to be proud of its peers.

His cultivation path in this life was too comfortable, even if he was in the Yuan Dan realm, he could easily solve the same level of cultivators.

If after the Jindan period, he loses the means to crush the same rank, which he is very unwilling to accept.

Then, a bucket of hot spring water was poured into a pit, and Chen Ping slowly fell into the pool, washing away the dirt all over his body.

This new cave house looks extravagant.

The second-order moonstones alone were inlaid with as many as fifteen or six, and the silver light overflowed, lighting up the entire secret room.

And Chen Ping's hurried change of retreat place was not because he was afraid of forces such as Jifeng Mountain and the Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce.

Others are in the floating city, and they are not afraid of the blatant actions of the young people.

But as the saying goes, dark arrows are hard to guard against, and a quiet environment is more suitable for monks to meditate and retreat.

I still remember that there was a living tragic example on the Tianyan Continent in the previous life.

Two small families of Zhuji are fighting for a certain spiritual object.

The elder of one of the families, when breaking through the bottleneck in the late stage of foundation building, in order to avoid the enemy, deliberately found a giant city of cultivating immortals with strict rules to meditate and retreat.

He himself felt that it was foolproof, and the enemy family would not dare to rush into the cave to assassinate him openly.

After he leaked his whereabouts, the enemy family really didn't have the courage to kill people in the city, but they directly took over the eight nearby caves.

At the critical moment of his breakthrough, gongs and drums were beaten to create noise.

The monk's drums and gongs were all spiritual weapons, and the elder was disturbed by the fact that he failed to break through the realm unexpectedly, and also injured Daoji.

In a fit of rage, he reported to the city's guards, but the enemy argued that they were holding a grand ancestor worship ceremony, and no one could find fault with it.

The angry vomited blood, and he had to consider himself unlucky.

The whole thing sounds laughable, but it's worth every monk's warning.

Next, the secret technique that Chen Ping was preparing to cultivate was very important, and there could be no mistakes.

"This stinky boy is really poisonous."

After Chen Ping's consciousness swept to the outside world, his brows frowned unconsciously.

For ten days and nights, Weng Mu, who was supposed to hit the bottleneck, was restless, scratching his head and touching his ears, and lingering in front of his secret room every once in a while, hesitating to advance and retreat.

Chen Ping still doesn't know where he is, his own unpromising apprentice is remembering Shao Ying.

He originally planned to wait for Weng Mu to break through the middle stage of foundation building, and then tell the truth.

The current situation is considerable, if this matter is not solved first, Weng Mu will never have the mind to settle down.

Chen Ping snorted coldly, jumped out of the spring pool, put on a green robe and pushed open the door of the stone room.

……

"Meet the Master."

Weng Mu was happy in his eyes and gave a deep salute.

However, he never thought that a cloth bag would be smashed head-on.

"Didn't Master find her?"

Catching the untouched cloth bag, Weng Mu's expression was stunned, and he said in an eager tone.

Chen Ping didn't say a word, and crushed a photo bead in his hand.

The curtain of light spilled out, and at first it was a faint light flying towards the house.

He Wencheng, the owner of the Tiger Leap Tower, was driving the spirit weapon and rushed into the hall with Shao Ying.

When Weng Mu saw Shao Ying with her stomach upright, she suddenly felt as if she had been hit by a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the disbelief on her face sublimated into endless fear.

With his dignified cultivation during the foundation building period, his body was uncontrollably paralyzed to the ground.

"Thank you for meeting, mortal women and he owe it."

After hearing Shao Yingfeng say this lightly, Weng Mu's eyes were sore and unbearable, tears kept pouring out, and he couldn't care to wipe his back, lifeless like a corpse.

"Humph!"

Chen Ping's complexion was cloudy, and Weng Mu's heart was so bad that he was far inferior to a mortal woman.

But seeing his extremely injured appearance, Chen Ping's heart finally softened a little, and with the power of his huge divine soul, he shouted softly: "Mu'er, you should understand Miss Shaoying's painstaking efforts. ”

Weng Mu's body trembled, and he raised his head, his face full of confusion.

The divine soul power of high-level monks not only has the effect of deterring, but also has the effect of bewitching and calming emotions.

Chen Ping never imagined that the existence of a monk with magical powers only greater than that of a Jindan monk would waste his precious divine soul power to appease his emotionally injured apprentice.

However, after Weng Mu sobered up a little, his chest was filled with great pain, and he kept kowtowing and said, "Master, I must go to her to ask for an understanding." ”

"Immortals are immortals, everything is mortal, since she has a good belonging, what you have to do is to silently bless."

Controlling the divine soul to constantly rush into the sea of Weng Mu Zhihai, Chen Ping continued to advise.

Under the influence of external forces, Weng Mu seemed to be less determined, and while the tears were not dry, he murmured: "Why can she ruthlessly forget our agreement." ”

"For a mortal woman, whether she is active or passive, may not allow her to make a choice."

Chen Pinglu showed a trace of loneliness, and said faintly: "When I saw that day, the corners of the Shaoying girl's eyes have wrinkled and loomed, twenty years later, her green silk will change to gray, fifty years later, the skin is as old as tree bark, at most seventy or eighty years, dusk will come to erase all traces of life." ”

"I don't think you have the selfish hope that she will keep the years empty and alone."

"Don't owe ......"

Weng Mu's lips moved slightly, his eyes were closed, and a series of tears flowed silently from the side of his face, without a little crying, just letting the tears keep flowing down.

"There are so many annoying things."

Seeing that he was still in a gloomy and hurtful state, Chen Ping couldn't help but shake his arm, feeling a big headache, he would rather rob a fake Dan monk and fight for hundreds of rounds.

After all, he has experienced very little about the relationship between men and women.

Those feelings that persuaded Weng Mu were all the original words recorded in the book when the monk warned himself to cut off the love silk demon when he crossed the catastrophe.

Fortunately, Weng Mu didn't disappoint him too much, and after crying heartily, he stood up straight and patted off the dust.

"Let the master worry, in addition, the master is grateful for Shao Ying's care."

Weng Mu bowed down on his knees, his expression unusually calm.

"Miss Shaoying's heart is very happy to be a teacher, not all for you."

Chen Ping did not make a polite salute.

Although Weng Mu's state at this time is a little strange, it is better than crying.

Maybe his depression needs more time to smooth out.

"Hurry up and cultivate, when you break through the Yuan Dan, the heavenly posture and the country, and even the female cultivators with spiritual bodies will be at your fingertips."

Chen Ping said seductively: "The Hongyan Palace where your father often goes is also a good place, and in the future, when you mature your puppet refining skills and earn a lot of spirit stones, don't forget to take your teacher to be chic." ”

Listening to such indecent words, Weng Mu was moved out of thin air.

To make such a joke from the always strict master is enough to prove his status in his heart.

Weng Mu was deeply throbbing, and secretly vowed not to disappoint his father and master again.

Of course, at this moment, he didn't know that Chen Ping's words were actually an arrangement for his life.

……

After enlightening his disciples, Chen Ping did not choose to return to the secret room.

Instead, he jumped straight into the huge platform below the cave mansion and released several third-order golems.

After giving the puppets an order that whoever broke in would be killed, he flipped it with one hand and took out a tightly wrapped jade box from the storage ring.

Chen Ping swiped a finger into the void of the box.

A green lightning-like aura shot out from his fingertips, circling around, the jade box was torn apart, and a golden blade was suspended in the air.

It records the golden-veined magic leaf of the Immortal Thunder Method of Breaking the Formation!

There are six layers of this method, and he only took out the first layer for the time being.

A treasure of heavenly precision!

Rao is Chen Ping knew about it decades ago, but it is still inevitable that his mind will be turbulent.

"Let me see the magic of Lefa."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping resolutely put the golden-veined leaf close to his forehead.

As soon as his chest tightened, a feeling of dizziness was immediately transmitted into his soul, and then his ears and nose seemed to be filled with the humming sound of boiling water, and his consciousness instantly changed and entered another space.

The sight here is very strange.

All the areas swept away by the naked eye were full of cyan electric flashes, and at the same time, the sound of thunder rolled and roared in all directions, endlessly.

In the middle of the sea of thunder and lightning sits a hundred miles of mountains formed entirely by thunder and lightning.

A big man with thick eyebrows with an expressionless face and wearing leather armor made a gesture of holding the sky with both hands, and the circle of pure yellow spiritual power was extremely rich, turning into a dragon with a length of ten thousand feet, flickering around him.

"It seems that the predecessor who taught the Immortal Thunder Method is him."

Chen Ping's heart sank, and he thought secretly.

The one who passed on the Taiyi Yan Divine Law to him was an old man with colorful light yarn, and the big man in the Thunder Domain was obviously a great power who majored in earth spiritual power.

After calming down his distracting thoughts a little, Chen Ping bowed to the big man from afar.

The one who can leave the Dao method in the True Yang Sycamore Leaf is at least the existence of the Transformation Period, whether there is self-consciousness or not, Chen Ping must not slack off for half a minute.

After a few breaths, the picture, which was still just now, changed suddenly.

The thick-eyed man didn't seem to see Chen Ping at all, he bent over and pushed hard with his arms, and the earth spirit power dragons that were wrapped around his body surged out in an instant, quickly connecting into a clear ocean, and blasted towards the thunder and lightning mountain.

At the junction of the two, the earth spirit power and the thunder light were intertwined, as if two ancient giant beasts were fighting desperately with all their might.

The next moment, Huang Xiazhong suddenly broke through the air, and more than a dozen brilliant lightsabers that were grounded in the sky and ground suddenly joined into a line and split out at the same time, and actually cut the thunder and lightning mountain in half.

The thunder spirit power of the riot scattered wildly, and a huge black shadow gradually emerged from the center of the thunder and lightning mountain.

"It's!"

Chen Ping poured in a few breaths of cool air, and his eyes were full of horror.

The black shadow was a hundred feet long, and it seemed to be an alien head he had never seen before.

The head was covered with dense spikes, and three pairs of huge eyes were spread across the face, all of which were tightly closed.

Thunder spiritual power, which was so pure that it could not be described, was emanating from all parts of the skull piece by piece.

The terrifying yellow glow on the big man's body formed chains like fairy stones, binding the huge head to death.

And directly below the skull, diagonally stuck a strange long sword wrapped in dark cyan thunderbolt.

The appearance of this sword is very strange, one side is not a smooth and sharp blade, but a series of outlined mountains and rivers, twists and turns.

Chen Ping couldn't see what was carved on the sword, and could only see pieces of vivid thunder and lightning bursting out from the long sword.

"My lord earth spirit, if you want to cultivate immortal thunder, I will take your companion thunder treasure fusion refining method."

The big man's lips did not open, but his voice was cold and without the slightest emotion.

The tone was not only like explaining to Chen Ping, but also like informing the head.

Seeing this, Chen Ping understood.

The predecessors are not Lei Xiu like him, so to cultivate the Immortal Thunder Method, you must choose a Thunder Treasure to fuse with the physical body.

As for what race the head is and what the treasure is, Chen Ping doesn't know anything.

However, the Lei Bao that could be picked by the Transformation Cultivator was obviously dozens or hundreds of times stronger than the Xuansen Thunder Disk.

"Fighting, fighting, ......"

After the big man recited a string of jerky characters, a puff of essence blood spurted out, and the light filament on the thunder sword not only did not bounce it away, but it was dissipated by the blood-stained rout.

Then, as soon as he opened his mouth and inhaled, the thunder sword was pulled out of the crack in the ground and swallowed into his abdomen.

A vast memory swept over him in an instant, Chen Ping shuddered, and his vision shifted to a land of flesh and blood.

The five internal organs, the meridians and dantian are all under control, and this familiar and unfamiliar place is actually in the body of the human race.

The next moment, Chen Ping clearly realized that this was not his body.

Because the aura emanating from the vicinity is so powerful, not to mention the heart and lungs, even the tiniest meridians, all of which give him a thrilling feeling.

Even if it is contaminated by a drop of ordinary blood in this body, it will not escape the end of flying ashes and annihilation.

Moreover, the spiritual acupoints opened in this body shone brightly, which was a hundred times more than his current one.

Judging by various signs, he is in the body of the Han senior.

The inhaled thunder sword reached the heart and went all the way to the right foot.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud sound exploded, and a large meridian shattered, and countless blood surged towards the Thunder Sword as if it had been endowed with spiritual intelligence.

……

From beginning to end, Chen Ping was always immersed in the scene, as if he was refining and refining with Lei Bao.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his consciousness finally returned to the outside world.

All that remains on the finger is a bare sycamore leaf petiole.

Immediately swept the time hourglass placed on the ground, and Chen Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a false alarm, and the Dharma transmission process only lasted for half an hour.

"Hurry!"

Chen Ping let out a low shout, and Xuan Sen's thunder plate appeared in his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when his understanding is the deepest, he wants to start merging this thing.

A ball of spiritual fire erupted from his body, and the clothes on his body instantly turned into ashes, and the whole person suddenly became naked.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked it, and the thunder disc swirled and rushed into his mouth.

……

Time passed little by little, and after three full months, Chen Ping's originally smooth skin was faintly covered with a layer of ivory-like luster, flickering slightly.

The cyan arc of electricity flowed out of the body and surrounded the surface of the body, and there was a sharp pain like a thousand cuts all over the body.

But Chen Ping was unaware, and slowly spread out his right palm, and a ballroom of thunder and lightning the size of an egg appeared silently out of thin air.