Fifty thousand miles away, the rift abyss.

The blue waters have long since turned into a lingering inky black.

The void that dotted around here seemed to be a bottomless black trench.

There are dark spots of light everywhere.

The ravines below and the strange forest that look like huge stone pillars are reflected in the gloom.

Two behemoths, one on the left and one on the right, occupy almost both ends of the abyss at the bottom of the sea.

And each erupted with a terrifying aura.

One of them lies silently on the sand in the deepest part of the abyss.

The whole body is as white as jade, three hundred zhang long, and there are dense small skeletons extending on the side.

At first glance, it looks like a huge centipede skeleton.

Although the insect bone was motionless, the surface of the body was shrouded in a faint gray-white halo, faintly exuding a pungent fishy smell.

On the other side, the shape of the big thing is even stranger.

The skull is buried deep in the mountains, and it is impossible to see clearly.

Its palace-sized body was exposed.

It is like a horse's back, covered with hundreds of thousands of palm-sized inky scales.

The surrounding sea water is frantically squeezed, and it can be separated peacefully and automatically within three feet of it.

Strangely, the body and head of this large creature are all there, except for the limbs.

The dark and closed seabed seems to have no concept of time.

I don't know how long later, the sea fluctuated violently, and a shadow floated over.

The shadow was ethereal, like a mass of air condensed into substance.

It cautiously circled the massive carcass and came to the bone.

Then, with a few strange hisses, a strange black bottle slowly floated out and poured down on the worm bone.

"Bang la la"

A gurgling stream of pure blood overflowed, turning into a rain of blood that surrounded the centipede's bones.

At the same time, the skeleton seemed to take on a new lease of life, and everywhere it began to glow gray.

Leaning less, a dark red pillar of blood-colored light converged on a centipede's feet.

"Zizi"

Boiling audio is frequent.

In a short period of time, the bones turned into flesh, and the veins of that leg were completely formed.

The centipede's feet poked downward, and a vast force appeared out of thin air, enveloping a thousand miles around.

"Boom!"

The next moment, along the skull, there were countless cracks like spider webs.

Darkness is like night, and it is shattered.

Instantly destroying a space, what kind of magical power is this?

Even the fifth-order early stage demon beasts would never be able to do it.

The remnants of the other side were shaken by this force, and the heads buried in the belly of the mountain slowly lifted.

The head was like a dragon's head, and the two beast whiskers on the cheeks were as thick as the beams of the house, and they were extremely powerful.

Ink Kirin!

Very rare high-blooded demon beast.

Bai Gu turned a deaf ear to the Qilin's gaze, and continued to devour the blood in the black bottle.

However, just as its second leg was about to take shape, all the evolution came to an abrupt halt.

Because the last drop of blood in the strange black bottle just flowed out.

"Shhh

The white insect bone emitted a thought that was both unwilling and dissatisfied.

Then, the black shadow should have been instructed by something, tremblingly wrapped in a black bottle, and then broke through the water upwards.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two behemoths left in the vast dark area.

"How far have you go?"

An old voice came from the unicorn corpse.

At the same time, a wisp of soul floated from the skull.

It is a child-faced crane hair of a Terran old man.

It was the last first cultivator of the Sword Ding Sect, and he had disappeared for decades!

"After borrowing the Qilin corpse to be reincarnated, your attitude towards this king has become more and more presumptuous, and you used to call me the Yin Spirit Senior."

The white insect bone raised its head slightly, and his consciousness collided.

"This seat is now in the same great realm as you, and according to the conventions of my human race, it will not transgress."

Su Han's soul calmed down.

"Terran?"

The worm bone laughed wildly, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"You used the Soul Casting Corpse Method to combine with a fourth-order peak Yin Spirit, and then used the Soul Splitting Reincarnation Method to occupy the Qilin Corpse, so that you retained the pre-life realm of this corpse, and survived to breathe."

"The creatures of the three surnames, the acquired race that is not recognized by the rules of the Heavenly Dao, the funny thing is that you still think you are noble."

Hearing this, Su Han's soul was indifferent, and his expression did not even change.

It wasn't until the worm bone smiled enough that he said unhurriedly: "In the process of fusion, the Yin Spirit Consciousness was easily annihilated by this seat and took over. Prove that your Yin Spirit Clan is indeed overwhelmed. ”

"If you are not convinced, you can merge with me again, and bet on the ownership of this Heavenly Pole Demon Centipede!"

"Don't think!"

The worm bone's consciousness jerked.

It is extremely intelligent and does not lose ordinary Jindan.

The human race has no advantage in cultivating this kind of living being.

But the firmness of the Dao heart and the will is simply outrageous.

When Su Han fused with a fourth-order yin spirit under his subordinates, he also secretly did something.

Not surprisingly, Su Han's will will be eaten back by the Yin Spirit.

At that time, it will be the Yin Spirit Clan who will control the corpse of the ink unicorn.

But the results are in front of you.

Even in the case of a very short disadvantage, Su Han still won.

If the two of them fight for control of the Heavenly Pole Demon Centipede, it may not be its Yin Spirit King who will survive to the end.

"The corpse of the ink unicorn is given to you, it is already the grace of this king, if you have the slightest greedy thoughts, this king will destroy your soul first if he wants to interrupt the recovery!"

The Yin Spirit King rebuked coldly.

"Joke, the corpse of the ink unicorn was given by the palace master, what does it have to do with you?"

Su Han sneered without timidity.

"This king has followed the palace master for nearly a thousand years, and you are just a wagging tail and begging minister who betrays the interests of the race."

The Yin Spirit King did not hide the malice in his words at all.

Hearing this, Su Han's mood finally changed greatly, but in just a moment, he regained his composure and said with a light smile:

"This seat advises you to do less useless work, the consciousness of that yin spirit has been completely annihilated, no matter how much you provoke me, it will not be able to affect me in the slightest."

"The instructions of the palace master are vivid, could it be that you and I have an internal fight first? If so, this seat is happy to accompany you, and you will be punished together! ”

"The high-level human races are all old and cunning, and they should have prevented the palace master from recruiting this cultivator back then."

Seeing Su Han's words pierce its purpose, the Yin Spirit King's heart jumped fiercely.

However, when the palace master's face appeared in Zhihai, it couldn't help but shudder and extinguish its anger.

"Yuan Yan's conspiracy is the key to the palace master's breakthrough, whoever blocks his steps, who has no bones."

Sensing the Yin Spirit King's gradually calming consciousness, Su Han said lightly: "Pick up the question at the beginning, to what extent has the Heavenly Extreme Demon Centipede's physical body recovered?" ”

"Shhh

There was a sharp insect roar, and the Yin Spirit King turned around.

Flip it over, and it's actually intact flesh and blood!

Mouthparts, fluff, and short hidden insect wings come to life.

It is in stark contrast to the bare back and foot skeleton.

"Half of it has been made up, and the progress is not slow."

Su Han's eyes froze and murmured.

"The flesh and blood essence that devours living beings is too slow, and over the years, the flesh has absorbed more than two thousand third-order essences of various races, and it has barely recovered half of it."

The Yin Spirit King said leisurely.

"There are very few fourth-order beings in the archipelago cultivation world, should you be in the Fancang Sea area? Having said that, if it was in the open sea, it would be inconvenient for the palace master to rob a large amount of high-grade blood food. ”

With his hands behind his back, Su Han looked at the insect bones for a long time, and said:

"From this point of view, it is better to speed up the process of cultivating the corpse clan and strive to capture the waters of the archipelago within fifty years."

"The abyss is just a fifth-order Yin Vein, and it takes a long time to give birth to a high-level Yin Spirit, not to mention, there are not many corpses of various clans left that the Palace Master has painstakingly collected."

The Yin Spirit King said indifferently.

"When will the refining of those Yuan Dan stage human races end?"

As he spoke, Su Han's eyes swept and he threw himself into an undersea basin hundreds of miles away.

There was a large pool of blood standing over the boundary.

The temperature of the water was so high that the soil around it was burning.

"Gollum"

"Gollum"

Blood bubbles as big as millstones kept rising and bursting.

Faintly, a dense figure stood below the pool of blood.

That's more than 50!

Men, women, and children, with neat clothes on their bodies, seem to be sleeping with their eyes closed.

Occasionally, though, a few people would have a look of pain on their faces.

It shows that this group of Terrans shrouded in a pool of blood may still retain a trace of ontological consciousness.

"The palace master said that he would refine for another ten years, but these human races were only Yuan Dan monks before their deaths, and after refining by secret methods, can they really be compared to the early stage of Jindan, or even the middle stage of Jindan?"

While the Yin Spirit King answered, he said suspiciously.

"It may not be impossible, you know the palace master's methods better than me."

After a moment of silence, Su Han said slowly.

The palace master is good at researching all kinds of magic techniques, and the resources invested in the blood pool can almost cultivate several Jindan Great Cultivators.

Ten years later, these "Inhumans" will be born, which will be the strongest help to advance the Abyss to occupy the archipelago.

"This king can't figure it out, the palace master has bothered to refine the aliens, it is better to give them to me to devour, the Tianji Demon Centipede will return to the peak, and the divine power will be better than the middle of the Yuan Infant!"

The Yin Spirit King seemed to complain a little.

"This kind of ungrateful creature, how did the palace master take a fancy to it? But it's okay, otherwise this seat, as a later attached, will have no loopholes to exploit. ”

Quietly pondering, Su Han stared at the huge insect bone, and the fire of jealousy in his eyes quickly receded.

The Heavenly Pole Demon Centipede, the body of the true demon, is second only to the extinct ancestral bloodline!

This centipede and the ink unicorn corpse are both treasures of the palace master.

Unlike the unicorn corpse, when the magic dragon gets its hand, it is a skeleton.

It is necessary to use the flesh and blood essence of the creatures of all races, and cooperate with the magic to reshape the veins.

But even if it is so troublesome, the value of the magic dragon is above that of the ink qilin.

It wasn't the ink unicorn that he had been thinking about at all.

It's this worm bone!

Because although this Centipede is not a top-level true demon, it also has a high probability of breaking through the sixth order.

It's a pity that the palace master trusted the Yin Spirit King even more, so he gave him the second-class ink qilin.

"You deliberately revealed the whereabouts of the Qilin Arm in order to capture Wangqin Island and attract more high-level Terrans to besiege it by the way?"

The Yin Spirit King asked with a move of thought.

"Yes, the Qilin Corpse also needs to absorb the power of blood food in order to maintain its peak state all the time, but the blood food collected by the abyss is basically supplied to you and the birth of the fourth-order corpse clan, so I have to figure out a way by myself."

Su Han nodded calmly, and then said:

"However, I didn't expect that a top-level half-step fifth-order would help the Wangqin Dan Sect from it, making the plan blocked."

"Now, the Yuanying Female Cultivator of the Phaseless Array Sect has rushed back in time, and the left Qilin arm I sent must be in danger."

"The body is in crisis, and I don't see you to save it, this king sees that you wish it fell outside."

The Yin Spirit King sneered strangely: "Just like the unicorn foot that was killed a few years ago, I didn't see how angry you were. ”

"The four major souls are all independent individuals, and all of them will not affect their ontology if they die."

With a grim snort, Su Han's meaning was obvious.

The purpose of cultivating the Split Soul is to occupy the Qilin corpse.

Now that it has been successfully rebuilt, it is time to unload the mill and kill the donkey.

The palace master has promised that in the future, he will perform secret techniques to reshape the complete body of the ink qilin.

Su Han doesn't have a trace of worries.

"You still have your right arm and a unicorn foot, so you can simply send them together to draw the energy of the human race, so that this king can free up his hands to slaughter the Ghost Fire Gate in one fell swoop!"

The black mist flashed in the eyes of the white insect bone, and the Yin Spirit King said Senran.

"Okay, anyway, the palace master is not in the abyss, you have the final say."

Su Han responded without thinking.

"The palace master went to find the guy from the human race called the evil spirit, and I don't know when he will return."

Flipping over the skeleton, the Yin Spirit King muttered to himself.

In the corner of the blood pool, the two bodies of a man and a woman were very close to each other.

Just as Yin Wang Ling and Su Han were silently communicating, the fingers of the two moved slightly.

……

The duality of the Wangqin Sea is above the sky.

A brilliant red cloud floats slowly along the breeze.

Chen Ping held a spirit fruit that had bitten only one core left, and lay on it leisurely.

Concubine Shu Mu instructed the cultivators to extinguish the evil spirit that had formed a unity piece, and he must have given his full support.

Therefore, Qi Meng and the other ten Yuan Dan were scattered in an area of thousands of miles.

He acts as an overseer, taking care of the safety of the people.

While his divine consciousness was spreading, Chen Ping's attention was focused on the sea of knowledge, looking at the two small swords that were hanging over.

This is the sword qi given by Liang Yingzhuo.

It contains a trace of the perception that heaven and earth are sword realms.

Among them, the slightly darker one is Liang Yingzhuo's sword intent after his first epiphany.

And the brighter one is the condensed by the second epiphany when he crossed the Yuan Infant Tribulation.

Obviously, there is a difference between the strength and weakness of the sword intent in the two swords.

This also means that Liang Yingzhuo has made leaps and bounds in kendo.

"He cultivates the Sword of Righteous Qi, why doesn't the sword intent of the fourth step have this characteristic?"

Sensing it slightly, Chen Ping pondered puzzled.

Could it be that the mystery of heaven and earth as the sword realm is not an extension and expansion of the sword heart?

Is the same true of his mighty sword?

Chen Ping was puzzled in his heart, and after a while, he retreated away from Zhihai.

With his kendo talent, it would take at least three or five hundred years to comprehend these two sword intents.

And touching the threshold of the fourth realm is more likely to take five or ten times as long as possible.

If it was placed on other sword cultivators, it would really be a desperate thing.

For example, Jin Zhaoheng.

Gu Sixian revealed to him that he deliberately went to Jinrui Island to search for the soul of Jin Zhaoheng and found that the reason for his rapid progress in sword dao was actually a trace of sword intent left by the fourth-step sword cultivation.

This is also the opportunity that Jin Zhaoheng got by straying into a secret realm.

That sword intent had been begun to be refined.

Therefore, Gu Sixian can't take it for himself except for greed.

Jin Zhaoheng has mastered the sword intent for more than 100 years, but there is no sign of breaking through the next step.

This shows the difficulty of the fourth realm.

"But who makes me different?"

Gently stroking the position of the lower abdomen, Chen Pingzhi said proudly.

If you don't have enough talent, you can make up for it with gold beads.

If it doesn't work for a thousand years, it's 10,000 years.

Anyway, after breaking into the Yuan Infant Realm, the longevity is as high as 3,000 years.

In terms of the speed of comprehension, the seven-colored petal immortal may not be able to win against him.

……

"Chen Zhenren, the yin and evil qi in this area have been defeated."

A day later, Qi Meng and the others came back to restore their lives.

"Good."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded.

Tracked by his divine sense, he took everything in his eyes.

Qi Meng's performance is remarkable.

The other nine Yuan Dan also obeyed him quite a bit.

"Next ......"

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping decided to lead the cultivators to join Gu Sixian and Feng Tianyu, and then slowly approach Wangqin Island.

But not long after the clouds took off, the communication flag in his arms suddenly became hot.

Immediately after, Concubine Shu Mu's voice came out.

"Go all out to Wangqin Island!"

There was a hint of urgency in this order.

As soon as the voice fell, contact was lost.

"Concubine Shu Mu, a mid-Yuan Infant monk, feels tricky, could it be a fifth-order corpse clan?"

His eyes narrowed, and Chen Ping secretly felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, the light under his feet slowed down a little.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that I happened to meet Gu Sixian.

As soon as the two parties converged, they had more confidence.

……

Wangqin Island, the holy land of Dandao forces.

In the entire Lanyue Sea area, only the prosperity of Lanyue Island can surpass it.

But this is all the glory of decades ago.

Since the outbreak of the First Abyssal Calamity, Lanyue Island has basically cut off contact with the outside world.

The middle Yin Spirit retreated, and due to the pressure of the Lanyue Sect, the Wangqin Dan Sect still chose to continue to close the mountain gate.

If it weren't for the news from spies from all sides from time to time, this island would be no different from disappearing into thin air.

And what really plunged Wangqin Island into depression was the abyss disaster this time.

The Yin Spirit army has become a sweeping trend.

The sea area has almost completely fallen.

If it weren't for Concubine Shu Mu leading the monks to kill foreign races everywhere, this place would have become a place of evil.

Of course, the situation today is not optimistic.

When there were still more than 3,000 miles left from Wangqin Island, Chen Ping and Gu Sixian tacitly stopped their bodies and did not continue to move forward.

In all directions, they were filled with evil and corpse energy.

It's disgusting.

Mo said that on the island, even in the vast and boundless deep sea, there are not a few living creatures.

"According to the information that Gu has learned, there are at least 500,000 Yin Spirit troops in this Suppression Realm, and not counting the Qilin Feet, there are at least eleven fourth-order corpse clans!"

Gu Sixian whispered solemnly.

"How many are at the peak of the fourth order?"

Chen Ping immediately asked.

The Qilin corpse and the corpse clan of the fourth-order Great Perfection are the objects of his jealousy.

"I don't know, the spies have not yet reached Jindan, so they don't dare to investigate deeply."

Gu Sixian shook his head and said.

"Since Shu Zhenjun has an order, I won't delay."

Chen Ping said indifferently.

After that, he should first roll up a layer of retreat and resolutely rush forward.

"This kid has nothing to rely on!"

Secretly slandered, Gu Sixian urged Hua Yue Fan and led twenty Yuan Dan to follow closely behind.

"Hehe, you're all on your backs when you want to run."

Chen Ping smiled gloomily, cautiously released his divine sense, and swept the surroundings.

This is where the Yin Spirit army is stationed.

It can happen head-on at any time.

He had to gather his spirits.

……

"Chen Daoyou, don't you think it's a little strange?"

After traveling more than a thousand miles, Gu Sixian suddenly asked.

The strength of his divine consciousness was comparable to that of Chen Ping.

Naturally, the discoveries of the two are not much different.

Along the way, they encountered more than a dozen waves of Yin Spirits.

There was even a fourth-order pinnacle of the Giant Eyed Weasel corpse!

The corpse soul of the weasel corpse undoubtedly swept away the human race that broke into the forbidden area.

Strangely, it didn't catch up and never die.

Instead, they turned around and walked away faster.

The direction I went to was Wangqin Island, which was the same as that of the Terran monks!

"A few hundred miles further on."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping escaped and opened a large distance in a few breaths.

"How?"

Seeing Chen Ping standing in the clouds, his eyes were open, and Gu Sixian, who had caught up, hurriedly asked.

"You...... See for yourself. ”

Chen Ping said in a hurry, unable to hide the horror on his face.

"Boom!"

Just as Gu Sixian was looking out, the space within a radius of thousands of miles trembled violently, and a loud sound that pierced through the heavens and the earth was transmitted from the direction of Wangqin Island.

The black light and the green glow burst at the same time.

The Heavenly Spiritual Pressure instantly turned into a wall of well-defined spiritual energy.

One side was as dark as ink, as if the night sky was endless, even a Jindan monk as strong as Chen Ping was dizzy when he saw it.

On the other side, the lush green light is shining, and it is like a dream land.

Collision at the level of the primordial baby!

Chen Ping and Gu Sixian were suddenly excited.

Concubine Shu Mu majored in wood attributes, and there must be this woman on the side of the high-altitude battle on Wangqin Island.

But that dark and heavy spiritual power, Chen Ping saw it for the first time.

"The power of the ghost clan!"

The two glanced at each other, and four words popped out of their mouths at the same time.