In the last breath, Ziwei Lingzun was still smiling at the fall of the Heavenly Void Demon Emperor, and in the next breath, he received Chen Ping's death warning.

The mood changes that came and went made even the Avatar Monk miserable.

"Hurry up!"

Seeing that Ziwei Lingzun had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter, Chen Ping's eyes were cold, and his soul power was shrouded and he was shocked fiercely.

He suspected that the master of the Dunshan Jiajia was a heterogeneous cultivator!

A long time ago, this evil creature was just born and he only had the power to escape.

After such a long time, the supernatural powers of the alien cultivators have definitely surpassed the ordinary peak creatures.

Now in the Great Thousand Realms, there are very few creatures that can make Chen Ping jealous, and the top three include this fang.

If the two of them fight, an area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles will be tragically affected.

The Ziwei Star Sect is indeed at risk of extinction.

Therefore, Chen Ping's reminder was not to intimidate Ziwei.

On the contrary, he cherishes the friendship of old friends.

"I'm ashamed that the old man can't help."

Chen Ping's second warning was like thunder, and Ziwei Lingzun suddenly sobered up.

Immediately, the sleeve robe rolled up, wrapped up in the disciples all over the mountains and flew into the sect.

At the same time, the two sixth-level defensive formations spared no effort to start operation!

"If something happens, you won't be able to sit in the name of the calamity star of your seat?"

His eyebrows were dark, and Chen Ping shook his cuffs.

A demonic wind mixed with the power of thunder and ice roared and landed.

As soon as the aura dissipated, the huge Green Bull Demon Emperor showed his figure.

As soon as Ziwei Lingzun and the others saw this demon, their complexions changed greatly, and they immediately felt a lot more at ease.

The puppet made from the pinnacle creatures, I'm afraid only this one can summon it casually.

……

The huge crape myrtle mountain was high in the sky, and suddenly only Chen Ping was left to levitate with a sword.

On the edge covered by divine consciousness, a vague aura of strength had faintly appeared.

Suddenly, the sword wire in Chen Ping's eyes flickered, and he stared at a certain space in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a roar rushed out of the clouds unscrupulously.

There was no intention of convergence at all, and the short word exit shook the entire crape myrtle mountain range.

Even the monks shrouded in the formation could hear it clearly.

"Hurry, hurry, do not hesitate to use the spirit stone to run the big array with all your might!"

Seeing that there were signs of failure in the face of the Protector Sect Great Array, Ziwei Lingzun forcibly suppressed the fear and commanded in all directions.

"Completely fused, otherwise how could her Yuan Infant Divine Soul be so strong!"

Chen Ping put his hands behind his back and stood quietly in the sound waves.

The Heterogeneous Cultivator God is really stronger.

The last time he was able to escape from the hands of this evil thing, in addition to the help of the Taoist concubine Shu Mu, Gu Zuiwei's divine sense was weak, which caused the flexibility of the fighting method to lag behind him a lot and was also a key factor.

But today, although Gu Zuiwei's soul is not as good as him, it is also comparable to a peak creature.

It's obviously getting tricky.

However, Chen Ping had no intention of running away.

After the great advancement of supernatural powers, he has not yet found a suitable opponent to weigh himself.

Heretic gods are a good object.

Then, where Chen Ping was staring, at a certain point of a beam of light, a silver light suddenly flashed, and a wisp of white light appeared strangely.

As soon as this white light appeared, it began to flicker erratically.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the distance from Crape Myrtle Mountain was shortened.

At this moment, a hundred-foot-tall figure loomed in the white mang, with its head lowered, as if looking down at him.

"Who's on it?"

Chen Ping's brows furrowed inadvertently, and he stomped his feet without saying a word.

The body shook and brought out the afterimage, and the sword qi suddenly swept across the spot, and siphoned a roll.

A thousand-foot-tall sword qi giant gathered and was born!

The face of this giant is none other than Chen Ping.

As soon as he took a breath, clusters of colorful sword rays flew out of his mouth and nose, and he was majestic in all directions!

"Sword Fourteen's idea may refer to the art of transfiguration."

His unintentional actions made Chen Ping's heart flash.

However, at the moment of the great enemy, he did not have time to think about the details, and he glanced at it condescendingly.

and the "humble" body in the white mang.

"Knock"

"Knock"

In the silence, the sound of drumming suddenly sounded.

The silver-white shadow stepped out of the qi wave step by step, and the mystical illusion of the body was born.

Three pairs of six bloody eyes were embedded in the skull.

This is the sign of the xenomorphic ancient race!

In addition, this evil creature is like a flawless white jade, a muscular hill of masculars, revealing an unknown holiness.

"The alien cultivator god is good at thunder and lightning and the power of space, and the latter is similar to my fire path, approaching the level of the second transformation."

"Gu Zuiwei's soul can be one with the physical body like the evil sa clan, and it is difficult for soul magic to work."

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and he recalled the details of the battle with Yihai in the sea.

He was more worried about whether the alien cultivator would master the Second Transformation Spatial Technique during these long years of no intersection.

In this case, only the Yuanyi puppet at the bottom of the sacrificial pressure box can be broken.

……

Hundreds of miles apart, the two peak creatures looked at each other in the distance.

Although there is no real fight, the invisible coercion released by the two has been fiercely entangled.

"Zizi"

In all directions, there was a piercing sound of Jingo.

The implicated mountain area is like being ravaged by an earth dragon, and the powder is flying one after another, covering most of the sky!

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

At the same time, two indistinguishable pupil prints of rules appeared on the heads of Chen Ping and the Alien Cultivator God.

Swirling slightly, there was a hint of murderous sound.

The two of them attracted the suppression of heaven and earth with their breath alone!

"Noise!"

The cultivator drank indifferently, and his scarlet pupils were like two rounds of burning Yang Xianchen.

"Wow" towards the pupil of the rule.

The next moment, a trace of black thunder and lightning poured out, and the cloud pupil instantly fell apart and melted.

"Thinking about suppressing this seat all day long, are you annoyed?"

With a cold snort, Chen Ping raised his sleeves lightly.

Countless sword qi surged from the spatial cracks, surging waves, and the illusion of a giant palm pinched fiercely.

"Boom!"

The pupil of rules was wantonly rubbed by a large hand, and finally folded into an invisible black dot and completely collapsed.

"Shhh

The high-ranking cultivators of the Ziwei Star Sect gasped one by one, shocked and terrified.

The pupil of rules, which represents the power of heaven and earth, was crushed by the two of them.

This is a wonder that has never been recorded at all!

This is because when the Ascension Passage was intact, most of the mid-sixth order creatures had already flown into the Star Realm one after another, seeking a more prosperous cultivation environment.

There are very few powers that stay in the world.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as a peak being.

If it weren't for the suppression of the high-level rules of the Star Realm, which caused this Great Thousand Realm to be unable to break through the Seventh Order, the powerhouses who had been stranded for many years would even be able to compete with a small star!

……

"Buzz"

As Chen Ping and the Alien Cultivator God continued to confront, the second Rule Pupil appeared again.

"Boom!"

The two did not hesitate and cast spells to defeat them almost simultaneously.

The third ......

Fourth......

Starting from the fifth pupil of rules, the suppression of heaven and earth has become stronger and stronger.

No longer as fragile as before.

Ziwei Lingzun's eyes were confused, and he was basically in a state of numbness.

The rules of the Great Thousand Realms that make ordinary gods awe like immortal gods, in these two guys, are just tools for side competition.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement in his heart, which then turned into a deep sadness.

For a moment, he was extremely hopeful that the Great Thousand Realms Passage would be restored as soon as possible.

Spread all these creatures that shouldn't have been left in the Nether!

Otherwise, a mid-stage god like him, who had a high status in the ancient period, is now living like an ant, without a sense of security!

……

"If you cut it again, please forgive this girl for not accompanying me!"

After the cultivator god cut off the seventh pupil of rules, the voice was like a loud bell.

The rule pressing will be one layer at a time.

In the end, it will cause the hostility of the entire Great Thousand Realms.

For this reason, she has consumed thirty percent of the power of the ancient clan, and she really has no capital to compete with this person anymore.

"I can't afford to say it earlier!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping sneered at the corner of his mouth, and swallowed two six-pattern pills in front of the cultivator god.

Suddenly, the mana consumed by the slashing rule was restored.

"Chen Daoyou is still as insidious and shameless as ever!"

The six pupils of the alien cultivator god were clamped fiercely, spreading out a trace of anger.

"It turned out that the ancient girl controlled this body, and the former deceased was invincible, which is really gratifying."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping said in a light tone.

As far as he knew, the Heterogeneous Cultivator God had been passed down for more than ten generations.

The long memory was enough to overwhelm Gu Zuiwei's original consciousness.

But I really didn't expect that this woman would stand out and take charge of the body.

"Am I that important to Gu Zuiwei?"

Then, an old word suddenly popped out of the mouth of the cultivator god.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was slightly surprised.

It seems that he guessed wrong.

Gu Zuiwei's memories have been completely blended with the heterogeneous gods of the past dynasties, and they are not separated from each other.

There is no confusion about who is in charge.

Then, the huge sword shadow in the sky looked down and said leisurely: "What is your intention to control the Dunshan Armor to attract this seat?" ”

"If there isn't enough to say, this seat will remember the revenge of the secret realm back then!"

After forcing out the ancient clan aura in the soul of the Dunshan Jia, Chen Ping knew that all this was the layout of Gu Zuiwei.

This woman has known him for a long time.

His habit of loving high-grade ores is clear.

The reputation of the Desert Mountain Armor is outside, and when it comes to the harvest of another three hundred years, his whereabouts are indeed easy to guess.

Besides, the heretic cultivators came too quickly.

It seems to be hidden around the Dunshan Armor.

Too many coincidences are no accident.

"Yes, if the Dunshan Jia can't attract Chen Daoyou, this girl will go directly to Tongtian Island to find you."

The mouth of the cultivator god opened, and he admitted without hesitation.

At the same time, she patted her heart lightly.

A piece of flesh is voided, and a pile of colorful things appears inside.

It was all seventh-order ores, and there were as many as twenty or thirty pieces!

Seeing this, Chen Ping's divine sense penetrated into the corpse of the Dunshan Jia, and his expression became a little colder.

The great demon who collects ores all year round only has a few high-grade ores.

Most of them are in the body of the heretical gods.

"Chen Daoyou, these ores are the sincerity of this girl, inviting you to join forces to break through the mountain of rules!"

The cultivator hummed, and a thick sound entered his ears.

The Ethereal Mountain of the Tianyan Continent?

Hearing this, Chen Ping's suspicions flashed.

The Ethereal Mountains had just been closed.

It's been a long time since the next birth.

During this period, no one can take half a step, and the situation is exactly the same as that of the Polar Sun Treasure Domain.

But since the heterogeneous god has spoken, he will not be untargeted.

"In the memory of the fifteenth generation of heterogeneous gods, there is a secret about the mountain of rules, every twenty thousand days on the day of the moon and the stars......"

The skin of the cultivator's mouth moved slightly, and a large amount of information was transmitted.

"Rule 2 Chance of Transformation!"

Chen Ping was secretly startled, and his eyes were full of essence.

However, just as he was fascinated by it, Gu Zuiwei's voice disappeared suddenly.

"More secrets, at a certain date in a few decades, this girl will tell her all about it."

The heterogeneous god revealed a mysterious meaning.

She is sure that Chen Ping is a person whose benefits are greater than the sky.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have found this person to work with.

"...... like this"

Looking up at the blue sky, Chen Ping's face flashed with thought.

……

"Senior brother, these two great powers don't seem to have the posture to start a war."

In the crape myrtle mountain, a young monk in a green robe breathed a sigh of relief.

He is the new incarnation god of the Ziwei Star Sect.

Although it was not clear what Chen Ping and the cultivator were talking about, everything on the surface seemed to be quite calm.

"Don't let up!"

Ziwei Lingzun reprimanded with a heavy expression.

Who doesn't know the capriciousness of the Pavilion Lord of Haoyuhai?

One moment you're still talking and laughing, the next you'll be able to put a sword around your neck.

"Ancient Daoyou, this seat is curious, is the recent disaster of the ancient clan of the Great Thousand Realms related to you?"

High in the air, Chen Ping said with a smile.

He didn't believe that Gu Zuiwei had done it.

After all, the heterogeneous god is one of the totems of the ancient race, where the belief lies!

However, a few years ago, the ancient clan of the Southern Regions of Tianyan died too strangely.

It was simply destroyed under Gu Zuiwei's nose.

Except for this woman doing it herself, he couldn't think of anyone who had such guts.

"Pure-blooded ancient clans all deserve to die!"

Chen Ping's question seemed to anger the cultivators, and immediately, a strange voice mixed with men and women, a little annoyed and angry.

"It's really a Taoist friend who killed his relatives in righteousness."

Seeing this, Chen Ping said suddenly.

"Righteous annihilation?"

The cultivator god was slightly stunned and then laughed again and again, like a long finger on the beam of the palace, pointed at Chen Ping, and said, "Do you know why this girl chose to cooperate with Chen Daoyou, who is very entangled with me?" ”

"Just because you're too good at talking!"

"Haha!"

With the heterogeneous cultivator laughing a few times, Chen Ping's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said gloomily: "You are worthy of cooperating with this seat?" ”

Almost at the same time, the Heavenly Sword Shadow opened his mouth wide, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard at the cultivator god.

There was a roar.

Twenty-one spirit swords condensed into a night crossbow arrow.

And a fleeting shot out of the air.

On the way, it suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, not far from the body of the alien cultivator, the space was distorted, and the sword light crossbow arrow appeared, piercing like lightning.

……

"Senior brother is wise!"

In Ziwei Mountain, the newly promoted Divine Transformation Junior Disciple's face turned pale, and his heart palpitated.

It's really true!

Chen Lingzun actually started a war against the creatures of the same level without warning.

"Hey, the magic power is the art of killing and destroying unscrupulous, Chen Daoyou has this crown, and there is no concern about the world's greatness, this is the true cultivation of my generation."

Ziwei Lingzun couldn't help but be fascinated.

Capriciousness also requires strong capital.

"Chen Ping, you don't want to get the secret of the Ethereal Mountain again!"

Seeing that the other party suddenly turned his face, the eyes of the alien cultivator showed a raging thunder and fire, and a layer of spatial fluctuations around the body emerged.

"Whoosh!"

The sword array was pierced right in the heart of the cultivator god.

The staggered powerful swords suddenly smashed the surrounding pieces to pieces.

However, Chen Ping, who was far away, was not pleased.

Because the body of the heretical god stands in it unharmed.

And the spirit sword that happened to pierce through his body, let out a contemptuous snort.

"Her body is no longer in the same space."

"At the end of the spell casting at this temporary critical juncture, the rules mastered by this woman are a few points stronger than this seat even if she has not stepped into the second transformation."

Chen Ping frowned and secretly predicted.

In other words, if he resisted, it would never be possible to copy the methods of the heretical gods.

It proves that there is indeed a gap between the two in the way of space.

"But whether it is a second metamorphosis or not, it is difficult to determine just one test."

As soon as his thoughts turned, Chen Ping simply danced in his robe, and a large area of Yuan Flame swept and swallowed, filling the surroundings.

The scorching heat of the sun suddenly rose sharply.

Layers of cracks of black light were cauterized into nothingness.

The sword array waiting on the side slashed, and a sword pill covered with sword patterns spun around.

With a loud roar, the white shadow of the alien cultivator stumbled out.

On her left arm, there was a beating flame.

"Click!"

The pupils of the cultivator were clamped, and his right arm was smoothed towards the wound.

A black, oppressive thunderbolt fell out along the palm of his hand.

Quickly swallowed the Yuan Flame like an appendage of bones.

Within half a breath, the cultivator god finished dealing with the injury and glared at Chen Ping with a fierce look in his eyes.

"The two rules of this woman are not far from the second transformation!"

Chen Pington felt a headache.

Fortunately, the rules of the heterogeneous cultivator have not yet been transformed, otherwise this woman would have to be lured away, pulled to a no-man's land and killed with a puppet.

While pondering, his spell casting action did not stop.

The Xuanhuang divine light passed through.

Covered the flesh of the heretic god.

"Dementors!"

In order to verify whether the soul technique had any effect after the explosion of the divine soul, Chen Ping made a decision without thinking.

Shenguang Town's physical body, soul magic dementoring soul!

The two mysterious techniques were cast together, and the cultivator god immediately sensed the tricky meaning.

The blood light flashed wildly in the upper pupils, rushing down to cover the flesh.

As soon as the Xuanhuang Shenguang came into contact with it, the smoke bubbled up, like boiling hot water, and it immediately retreated.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was not surprised.

The amount of Xuanhuang Qi consumed by the second layer of Xuanhuang Divine Power is too terrifying!

So, this procedure is still on the first level.

It is reasonable to use divine light to deal with the alien cultivators who surpass the peak creatures, and it is reasonable to be invincible.

But the next scene made Chen Ping overjoyed.

After his divine soul was nourished by the fragments of the Heavenly Coral Seal, the soul dementorship actually produced some effects.

I saw Gu Zuiwei's body floating in the air, motionless.

It's clear that his consciousness is controlled by spiritualism!

"What about the unity of soul and body? But as long as there is an independent soul, it cannot escape the scope of soul suppression. ”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Ping's face flashed, and several coral methods were directly blasted away mercilessly.

And he himself slapped the white fin behind his back, and the palm of his hand pressed towards the heart of the heterodox god in a claw.

There, there were more than twenty Rank 7 ores hidden!

"Greed has outsourced your sanity."

In the next moment, the cultivator let out a contemptuous laugh, and he was out of the control of the soul dementor in an instant, and smashed his fists forward.

"Boom!"

The explosion was like thunder.

Chen Ping's body was torn apart and shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Hehe, I'm really showing weakness to seduce this seat!"

A few hundred zhang away, the virtual shadow of the space solidified.

This is Chen Ping's real body!

What the cultivator god had just shattered was nothing more than an afterimage.

But even if the blow missed, the cultivator god was not angry.

As soon as the coral law phase pressed into it, Chen Ping discovered an incredible scene.

In the huge sea of consciousness of the cultivators, there are more than a dozen completely different consciousnesses!

"Dare to make a small repair, die!"

More than a dozen voices uttered a cold word at the same time.

Several coral phases spun rapidly, and they didn't know which one to smash into!

At the same time, those consciousnesses invariably took the initiative to usher.

"Boom!"

The coral method bursts inch by inch.

The soul power of the cultivator god is only less than two percent.

Witnessing this scene, Chen Ping suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

It is a unique creature that wanders in the astral realm.

Actually mastered this strange way of defense to resist soul magic!

"The prosperity of the upper realm is far from being comparable to that of the Great Thousand Realms."

With a secret sigh, Chen Ping urged the white fin to flash, just as he was about to avoid the punch from the alien cultivator.

But at this moment, the surrounding space is like a block of ice, frozen and unable to move.

A colorful crystal wall appeared several feet above his head at some point.

"The natal supernatural power of the god of alien cultivation, Qiankun dust crystal."

Chen Ping was already full of vigilance about this technique, and with a flick of his wrist, hundreds of black eyes appeared on the crystal wall.

At the same time, in the blink of an eye, a cloud of space storms swept down.

He hadn't refined the Vientiane Killing Technique recently, and it was still a long time ago with his might.

But with the improvement of the refining degree of the white fin and fishtail, the power of space that Chen Ping actually controlled was far greater than before.

"Squeak"

"Squeak"

The two spatial supernatural powers collided, as if the waves of the two seas were swarming and swallowing each other.

The spiraling storm swept in one place, and the space was like a shadow, and it was impossible to distinguish clear coordinates.

Relying on Yan Xiansha's defense, Chen Ping swayed left and right, and his figure kept shuttling against the crystal wall.

But this Qiankun dust crystal followed him like a shadow, enveloping him to death.

The true body of the Heterogeneous God has also become a vague phantom.

is impacting Yan Xiansha's body protection treasure light.

Every punch mixed with thunder and lightning could make Yan Xiansha tremble violently.

Shrunk most of the multicolored shield by half.

Moreover, the mouth of the cultivator god let out a scream that pierced the mountains and the sky.

Surrounding Chen Ping without leaving half a step, the violent aura actually made his mana stagnate wildly.

……

"Rampant!"

Chen Ping's face sank, and he didn't want to pat the dantian, and his body was suddenly covered with a layer of Yuan Flame.

The Blue Tribulation Immortal Thunder also ejected with it.

Then, with a move of his hand, the sword array that was floating outside dispersed.

Twenty-one sword shadows held the sword pill and condescendingly slashed at the back of the cultivator god.

Perhaps sensing the deadly threat, the Alien Cultivator had to give up attacking Chen Ping, turned over, and generated a huge spatial vortex between his arms.

As soon as the Sword Shadow Fang flew into the vicinity of the vortex, it was immediately swept in by the storm that erupted from inside.

It's like losing control.,Pulled into it by force.。

I only heard a roar inside, and the sword qi was gone.

But before the cold snort of the cultivator could be spoken, it flashed away like seeing a terrifying thing.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, the spatial vortex she condensed shattered little by little.

From it overflowed a dark, cold aura.

From the moment this black gas appeared, the speed of spatial collapse skyrocketed.

In an instant, the obstacles ahead were swept away.

And the sword pill contaminated with black qi was unstoppable, and it fell straight towards the Qiankun Dust Crystal.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the indestructible crystal wall collapsed.

Chen Pingyao, who was out of confinement, pointed at it, and the Blue Tribulation Immortal Thunder and Yuan Flame were covered one after another, covering the body of the alien cultivator god and swallowing it wildly.

"Ahh

Rao is physical body is strong, but under the erosion of pervasive energy, the heterogeneous god still screamed in pain.

She hurriedly grabbed the void.

A black light flashed in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, Yuan Yan and Immortal Thunder broke through the air, all of them were absorbed by this light, and they converged into a black thunderball and burst out.

"There is still a trace of devouring power in the divine thunder she cultivated!"

The sword glint loomed in Chen Ping's eyes.

With a finger at the sword pill, a sword arc that was elongated a hundred times was dragged into the hand of the sword light giant shadow.

Slashed towards the cultivator god.

"A sword technique that fuses the rules of death!"

"Chen Ping, can you really be confident enough to go through the ninety-nine tribulation?"

Staring at the black mist sword light that split from the sky, there was a tremor in the voice of the alien cultivator.

The Terran's ninety-nine to one catastrophe is famous!

More than half of the monks with names and surnames are the strongest ones who have survived this calamity.

The monk, surnamed Chen, was clearly climbing an almost impossible path to heaven.

"Little catastrophe, you don't need to worry about this seat!"

Poked at his sore spot, Chen Ping's face turned sharply, and the sword pill that fused with the rules struck towards the head of the alien cultivator god.

The path you choose is to be completed even if you are on your knees!

At this moment, Chen Ping, who was infected by the sword heart, seemed to have an indomitable courage.

"It's a pity that this girl is not afraid of you."

In the face of a sword that could easily kill the peak creatures, the alien cultivator god was extremely calm.

Suddenly, her face was blurred, and a strange evil aura emanated from her six pupils.

Chen Ping shuddered at a glance, like falling into an ice cave.

Then, with a split in the palm of the woman's hand, she pulled out a hideous three-zhang skeleton, shaped like a giant blade.

It was pitch white, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning.

"The companion treasure of the god of alien cultivation!"

An extremely dangerous aura was immediately transmitted, and Chen Ping forcibly suppressed his heartbeat, and personally took the sword pill and fell to the skeleton.

"Boom!"

Countless afterimages burst out.

Where the sword pill and the skeleton converged, a burst of light was formed.

And with this as the starting point, the tornado of the wind rolled out like crazy.

Even the giant mountains thousands of miles away were reduced to nothingness in this blow!

"Poof!"

At the moment when the sword pill gradually dissolved, although the thunder and lightning skeleton was intact, the force of the shock back made the alien cultivator vomit blood wildly.

The look in his eyes quickly dimmed.

"The power of this accompanying treasure, this woman can't exert three or four out of ten!"

Chen Ping saw the crux of the problem at a glance.

I don't know which generation of heretical gods left this treasure behind.

Now that Gu Zuiwei is in his hand, he is very reluctant to urge Xiao Xingchen to break through the boundary.

"Roar!"

As soon as the thunderclap flashed, the heterogeneous god turned into a white light and disappeared out of thin air.

"If you don't leave the seventh-order ore, do you think you can go?"

Chen Ping's expression was not shocked, and the white fin behind him sounded.

He likewise vanished in the white light.

Death is devouring the vitality of the Heterogeneous God.

If he doesn't deal with it in time, even if this female space is amazing, he will still track it down.

……

Chen Ping and the cultivator god chased and kept fighting.

Whenever this woman has the posture of completely getting out, the Flying Thunder Hall will replace the light.

Chen Ping, who was carrying the pill of the high Dao pattern, quickly caught up.

For a time, the space thundering sword light of tens of thousands of miles in the southern region of the Heavenly Performance.

The fighting methods of the two pinnacle creatures have destroyed many mountains and lakes.

The suppression of rules has been frequently attacked, and it has come to a terrifying point.

Even Chen Ping endured hardships, and the speed of the pursuit couldn't help but slow down a little.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the heretical god stopped in a remote place.

She pressed into her heart, and fifteen rays of various colors shot towards Chen Ping.

"If we continue to fight, the rules of the entire Great Thousand Realms will kill the two of us!"

"If the injury is too serious and you miss the moon arch star, you will have to wait another 20,000 years."

Gu Zuiwei held the thunder and lightning skeleton and said coldly.

Catching fifteen pieces of seventh-order ore, Chen Ping said compassionately: "You should have been like this a long time ago, it won't work here if you don't see a rabbit and don't scatter an eagle!" ”

"The remaining half of the ore was given afterwards."

The cultivator said lightly.

"How long will it take, this seat may not necessarily stay in the Tianyan Continent."

Chen Ping was noncommittal.

"Forty years at most."

The heretic god took over.

"See you at that time."

Hearing this, Chen Ping nodded.

In just a few words, the two turned enemies into friends and reached a cooperation!

"This girl owes you a few lives, and she will pay it back before she ascends."

After finishing speaking, the alien cultivator god escaped into the space and flashed, and his breath was completely gone.

Indifferently exhaled a breath of turbidity, Chen Ping did not believe this woman's words at all.

His hand was always on a storage ring.

After hesitating for a long time, he still withdrew his divine sense.

In the first battle, he was sure that he could defeat the alien cultivator god and take the initiative in the cooperation of intrigue.

This achieved the purpose of turning the other cheek at the beginning.

However, the alien cultivator is proficient in space techniques, and the difficulty of killing is so great that even if he uses Yuan Yi's physical body, he can't grasp it eighty percent.

The Yuanyi puppet is the hole card he prepared for Tianzhong.

Nature should not be easily exposed.

"The second transformation of the Mountain of Rules is more important, but why did she find me specifically?"

Thinking about it, Chen Ping couldn't see through the mystery for the time being.

But in his own body, there must be strengths that the heterogeneous gods do not have.

A moment later, he summoned a beam of sword light and quickly returned the same way.

Halfway through, after making sure that he was not being followed, Chen Ping turned around and fled into a cave.

It wasn't until the soul recovered most of it in the golden bead that it cautiously re-routed.

……

Crape Myrtle Mountain.

Ziwei Lingzun greeted Chen Ping respectfully.

"Hey, this puppet is a waste."

Sweeping away the green bull puppet that protected the sect, Chen Ping was heartbroken.

Hearing this, the corners of Ziwei Lingzun's mouth twitched fiercely.

This puppet is of transcendent quality, and it is clear that it has only suffered a skin injury.

In the mouth of the Chen Pavilion Master, it has become an irreparable waste!

"It's more outrageous than pointing at a deer as a horse!"

Ziwei Lingzun was secretly helpless and secretly handed over a storage ring.

"Two pieces of seventh-order ore?"

Chen Ping immediately smiled, patted Lao Er's shoulder, and promised: "Fellow Daoists, rest assured, one day when Tongtian Pavilion is here, your sect will be as solid as a rock and no one will dare to move!" ”

He also plans to build a branch in the Tianyan Continent.

Ziwei Lingzun is a good spokesperson.

"Chen Pavilion Master ......"

As if hearing Chen Ping's solicitation, Ziwei Lingzun gritted his teeth, and actually knelt down on one knee to pass the sound away.

"I'll give you another chance to regret it!"

Chen Ping's eyes were cold, and a sinister aura loomed.

This old man doesn't know what to do, and he still has to keep his distance from Tongtian Pavilion.

"Ziwei Star Sect, the mountain has been closed for a hundred years."

Ziwei Lingzun withstood the fear in his heart, and said hard.

"Crape myrtle."

Staring at the young god at his feet, Chen Ping said faintly: "You are really boring! ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword light flashed and he had escaped from the Spirit Mountain.

……

Horses of courses.

Ziwei didn't want to gamble on the luck of the sect, and was only willing to stick to one place.

In this case, Chen Ping didn't bother to speak.

After leaving the Southern Regions, he stepped up his pace and flew away towards the Corpse Heaven Realm.

On the way, when passing through a magnificent Terran Immortal City, Chen Ping, who was spreading his divine consciousness and passing quickly, suddenly stopped.

His eyes swept towards the market.

In the center of the octagonal building, the figures of monks appear to be holding an auction.

And in the auction hall, there is an exquisite small hall.

There were four or five incarnate monks sitting inside.

It's supposed to be trading high-level things separately.

"How did this little sparrow end up in the Tianyan Continent?"

"Hehe, just catch it back and be a companion with Big Ash, who told it to like this one!"

With a low strange smile, Chen Ping's body was pressed, and he easily entered the Fang City through the formation.