Under normal circumstances, due to the loose faction formed by the Supreme Vault, most members will not get together many times in their lifetime.

You don't have to go through a lot of trouble to choose a name.

But the Yuan Xinghai camp is different, helpless and tightly hugged, and has almost formed a fixed force.

And Mo Shiying respects him and gives him the opportunity to perform, Chen Ping is naturally favored by the strong.

This person is a group giant, an alien killer.

The name "Human Emperor" could not be more appropriate.

"With the mind of the Modo friend, you won't think I'm being sarcastic, right?"

With a grunt, Chen Ping closed the ban and returned to the secret room.

……

Soon after.

Chen Ping's transmission note flew through the mountains and rivers of the secret realm and flew into a simple dim cave mansion.

"The Human Emperor's Pavilion?"

After taking the transmission note, Mo Shiying couldn't help frowning.

He already had the name of his favorite camp in his heart.

Inform Chen Ping, just be polite.

I didn't expect this person to reply so quickly.

In fact, Mo Shiying didn't look down on Chen Ping's ancient literary level at all.

"Shattering the Peace Technique, the Fire Cloak Technique, the Era Sword...... This kind of monk who can take out his supernatural name, I ask him to ask him for his own suffering."

Mo Shiying laughed at herself, and quickly put aside such trivial matters.

Then, with a grimace, he sat down cross-legged.

In front of him, several objects were suspended silently.

A bronze lamp without a flame heart, three milky white Taihe bottles.

"Although the power of this True Law Ancient Lamp has been greatly lost, it is a heavy weapon left over from its predecessors after all."

"It's not a problem to nurture the energy of a troll."

Mo Shiying swept the bronze lamp, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Fingers rushed to the three Taihe bottles and nodded slightly.

After a few "zila" sounds, countless blood lines appeared and tumbled on the surface of the Taihe bottle.

The fingers that stretched into it were numb, and the entire palm of the hand was temporarily unconscious, and it was charred black.

"The troll qi I have collected is well maintained!"

Mo Shiying was not surprised, and the mana crystallization in his body was suddenly mentioned, and the rolling sea of blood rushed towards the bottle.

"If you want to hatch, you need to surrender to Mo!"

The sea of blood contained a mighty prohibition, and it covered the Taihe bottle overwhelmingly.

After a few days.

Mo Shiying's somewhat numb palm returned to normal.

The Taihe bottle in front of him has long since disappeared.

Instead, there was a palm-sized, black-and-red cloud of violent energy.

"The quality of the troll's qi is already extremely high, and if it is nurtured by the True Law Ancient Lamp, the monster born will become Mo's right-hand man!"

"It's a pity that the power accumulated in the ancient lantern for tens of thousands of years is only enough to cultivate a troll clone."

Thinking secretly, Mo Shiying made a move towards the ancient lamp void with one hand.

After the treasure shook, it appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air.

Placing the black and red light in the gap in the wick of the ancient lamp, he began to chant words.

In a moment's time, the troll qi that had been fused with the blood magic turned into a beating flame heart.

Then, Mo Shiying flew with ten fingers in both hands, and refined a batch of precious resources to join it.

"Within 10,000 years, help the nine corpses of ancient trolls return to one!"

Mo Shiying's face floated with a hint of forest.

……

The east side of the secret realm.

Chen Ping, who came out to breathe a sigh of relief, cultivated tirelessly again.

The Chaos Species behind him had skyrocketed to a height of 100 zhang.

The surrounding body was all breathing an extremely pure chaotic aura.

The Chaos Seed is a talent, a fairy root.

The qualifications of other creatures are average, and it is impossible for them to imitate Chen Ping's appearance.

More than ten years, one step and four transformations.

Seventy-eight years have broken through five transformations, and the carrier is its own chaotic species.

this

is where Chen Ping's confidence lies.

In just a few decades of understanding, he has surpassed Mo Shiying, the Lord of the Fuxia Sword and others.

The grade of the carrying material alone crushed the rest of the monks.

Moreover, he began to try to find the other side of the chaos attribute.

Swallowing everything is but a fundamental feature.

"The power of chaos can bless other supernatural powers, or you can start from this aspect!"

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and without saying a word, he separated a few soul threads and comprehended instead of the main idea.

Next, he inspected the Evolved Chaos Realm.

The Chaos Realm is a kind of realm.

On that day, Hang Qianmo had used it with the intention of devouring him.

But it is extremely difficult to promote the Chaos Realm supernatural powers.

The increase brought about by the transformation of the rules is not too large.

Only by constantly refining all kinds of chaotic matter can we quickly expand the chaotic realm.

"The soul of the immortal stack giant is still in Mo Shiying's hands."

"Gotta find a way to get around!"

Chen Ping, who respected the teacher, once again missed the heavenly medicine.

……

Next, Chen Ping formulated a detailed cultivation plan.

He had only just been in the Holy Church for hundreds of years.

In the short term, there is no hope for nirvana.

Moreover, he intends to change the main rule to break the realm.

You have to wait for the Chaos attribute to metamorphose first.

"Space, Death, and Soul are all facing huge bottlenecks."

"Swordsmanship perception must also use gold beads...... This secret realm is full of people and easy to expose."

After pondering, Chen Ping flipped his palm.

A colorful flame floated in front of his chest and melted away.

The Heavenly Luo Heavenly Demon Flame, the Infernal Spirit Flame, the Three Luo Treasure Fire, the Vitality Immortal Fire, and other fused things were separated.

"The top 20 immortal fires are hard to come by!"

"You can't be too ambitious, you can't eat the immortal fire."

"Anyway, the fire attribute of this seat has been transformed into six metamorphoses, and it can strip the spiritual fire in the Yuan Flame at any time."

"Let's replace it in the future!"

After figuring it out, Chen Ping's mind moved.

The consciousness covered a valley.

He didn't have the right spiritual fire in him.

But the number of the camp is eighth-order, and it is impossible to make it up.

……

Following.

A total of seven great sages, six men and one woman, stood respectfully in Chen Ping's mansion.

One by one, they waited patiently for instructions.

The purple-robed man who stared at them was a Dao Transformation Realm on the surface, but his actual supernatural power was second only to the Ink Array Lord!

"The good and the bad are mixed, and the future is worrying."

Chen Ping looked at the cultivators and secretly commented.

Two Nirvanas and five Dao Changes, only time and stars can enter his eyes.

The other Great Sages from the Abyss Star Sea have ordinary backgrounds, and it will be difficult to break through the realm in the future.

The same is true.

An outlier like Mo Shiying has not been encountered in the Yuanxing Sea for millions of years.

"What do you command?"

After a while, a delicate young man with a bloody mole asked.

The name of this repair is Pei Tianhua, and the Taoist name is Pei Demon Great Sage!

This person Chen Ping plans to remember for the rest of his life.

Who called him the senior brother of the Yuan Demon.

As the first eighth-order creature who died in his hands, the Yuan Demon actually had no loot to honor.

Chen Ping still remembers it vividly, and his thoughts are clogged.

"If Chen Daoyou needs resources to help, just ask, we are duty-bound!"

On the side, the awe-inspiring way of punishing evil and righteousness.

Hearing this, the hearts of several other camp monks burst out.

"Hey."

Flicking his sleeves, after Chen Ping gave everyone a seat, he looked up to the sky and sighed, "You also understand the situation of the camp."

"The Tianchen Alliance is pressing forward step by step, and it may be able to enter the secret realm one day and take away our path."

"Chen is the most

I'm afraid that I have a weak heart and can't hold up a blue sky for you!"

It's good not to mention it.

After a little break, including the evil spirit, several people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

The cultivators attached themselves to the masters of the two camps, Mo Shiying and Chen Ping, for their own paths.

Unexpectedly, after a few years of madness, he became a wanted criminal in the star realm.

Even Mo Shiying's descendants also complained.

"Take a long-term view!"

"Brother Mo is so powerful, I won't mention this seat, let's talk about this seat itself."

"This seat of the Dao is invincible, the five decays and the three realms are undefeated, what about Nirvana? Five decays!"

"The Celestial Alliance is just a small roadblock."

"I don't dare to say if there is a strong enemy in the back, but the alliance is by no means the last mountain we will move away!"

After complaining for a long time, Chen Ping was probably tired, and said sharply:

"Do you have any spiritual fire collections on the Immortal Fire List?"

"Chen doesn't pick, just make the list."

……

Under Chen Ping's infection, most of the depression of the cultivators dissipated.

Oh, yes!

The two formation masters will be strong people who can enter the half-immortal in the future!

Follow with all your heart to make sure that you don't fall.

So, the seven great saints donated their money and volunteered to put together six spiritual fires.

Among them, the Nirvana Han Fang Yongshou of the Blackbeard alone produced two.

This Fang Yongshou is both a puppet master and a refiner, and his status in the camp is not inferior to Jiang Anning.

The two spiritual fires he contributed were extracted from the golems.

The strength is not weaker than that of the spirit flame ranked thirty.

Chen Ping was extremely satisfied.

Of the remaining camp monks, he was the only female cultivator named Zhang Miqing.

Temperament is ok.

Smart and cute, it is long in Chen Ping's aesthetics.

……

"Fang Daoyou, can this magic weapon in this seat still be repaired?"

Leaving Fang Yongshou alone, Chen Ping asked in a nervous tone.

In mid-air, the bridge of impermanence, broken in two, was dark and lightless.

After being hit hard by the intestinal mother fairy worm, this treasure was almost destroyed.

After listening, Fang Yongshou clicked a few tricks and checked them several times.

After a while, he nodded without changing his face: "Yes, but the power can't be restored to its full strength, and it will be reduced by half."

Half percent?

With a move of his eyebrows, Chen Ping said with joy on his face, "Master Fang is a good craft! This seat also thought that this treasure was permanently scrapped and could only be fed to the gravity bead to devour."

"If you need any resources, just ask, and I'll give them double!"

If the heavy treasure that ran away is not repaired, he will not be able to sleep and eat.

Then, after the two talked about the price of the repair, Fang Yongshou took away the Impermanence Bridge and left.

"Mo Daoyou should have a stronger spiritual fire in him."

With a move in his mind, Chen Ping immediately flew out of the cave.

……

The secret realm under your feet is a complete projection space, isolated from the star realm and self-contained at the same time.

In this kind of perfect world, natural things of the five elements are generally born.

But Chen Ping searched for a few turns but didn't find it.

I think it was taken away by Mo Shiying.

But this time, he had a closed door.

"I said that it would last for half a year, and I would take this seat to see the mysterious things, and the old boy regretted it?"

Floating in mid-air, Chen Ping was angry.

What is Mo Shiying struggling with?

His speculation was fruitless, and he returned in a huff.

When flying over a plain, Chen Ping finally couldn't restrain the sudden emotion in his heart, and slowly descended.

……

After decades of development, the secret realm is full of life.

As the center of Xianshan and Heavenly Mandate City, several towns were established.

The disciples of the Sword Sect have begun to adapt to the new environment

。

For most monks, it is a habit to go with the flow.

After entering the Heavenly Mandate City, Chen Ping hurried to the northeast corner.

In front of a three-story palace, he quietly stopped.

"Stinky girl!"

Divine sense penetrated, and Chen Ping couldn't help but turn dark.

In an instant, he appeared in a secret room on the ground floor.

In the space at a glance, a gray worm lay lazily on its stomach, drowsy.

A delicate nun sat cross-legged on a futon, scarlet all around.

Beside him, hundreds of blood-colored skeletons flew around, spitting out a pungent mist of blood.

Chen Fuyao's left and right hands were still holding several corpses.

The expression of the whole person seems to be like smoking an addictive thing, and he is comfortable and addicted.

This is undoubtedly refining blood skills!

"Uncle Big Ash, what have you done after you stayed in Master's sect for so long?"

While practicing exercises, Chen Fuyao did not forget to chat.

She has a deep relationship with Big Ash.

This time the encounter between yin and yang is, of course, inseparable.

"Just mess with the phoenix!"

Big Ash lay on his back and scratched his limbs.

The words spoken were astonishing.

"Haha, Master is too good at opening the back door."

Chen Fuyao listened to the words of the tiger and wolf with relish, and then suddenly said complainingly:

"Fu Yao Shouyuan is not as good as the demon clan, at most he will accompany Uncle Big Gray for more than 10,000 years."

Hearing this, the big gray body flew up with a shock.

"Great Sage Realm, Fu Yao doesn't dare to hope for extravagance."

Chen Fuyao frowned.

"The master has a way! Don't give up on yourself."

Big Gray said anxiously.

"Master Bai Su is here, and the resources that Master has rewarded me will not be able to ......

Shaking his head, Chen Fuyao smiled bitterly as if he was fated.

"I tell you, sanctification by a single rule is a relatively simple path, and if the master is willing to help you, hopefully, it will be ......."

Flapping the wings of the worm, the big gray rushed.

Chen Fuyao's eyes lit up and said, "Really?"

"Fake in fake!"

However, it was a cold voice that answered Chen Fuyao.

The next moment, a coercive purple-robed man suddenly appeared.

Chen Ping's gaze swept over the body of one person and one insect, filled with a hint of coldness.

"Master."

"Master!"

Da Ash and Chen Fuyao were so frightened that they shook their heads as if they had done something wrong.

"Who taught you how to use the human body to cultivate blood?"

Ignoring the conversation between the two, Chen Ping's eyes were sharp and fell on the corpses in the room.

"Master, they are all evil cultivators who are against the White Bone Blood Palace!"

Chen Fuyao's heart trembled and said.

"Catch aliens as blood food, and replenish the body like the bone broth and pig blood soup that mortals drink when they are injured."

"With the corpses of the same kind, the nature is terrible."

With a straight face, Chen Ping said coldly, "There are no such disciples under this sect."

When Chen Fuyao heard this, he bit his lip and explained: "Fuyao has been by the master's side, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and everything he has learned is that the law of the jungle eats the strong."

"Is it my seat to blame?"

At this moment, Chen Ping was simply angry, and glared, "This seat has only taken you for a few years?"

He's back to the black pot again.

"The years of enlightenment determine a person's life, Fuyao is cultivated by the master, and you are a thing carved out of a mold."

Chen Fuyao rolled his eyes and said boldly.

Without hindering the core interests, the master is very old-fashioned.

Because this old man loves to recall the past events, so as to be more proud of the achievements of the present.

"Sharp teeth!"

Chen Pingyang frowned angrily, and his expression gradually eased

。

Chen Fuyao's age is only a few hundred years behind him, but looking at this woman, he can always recall the cute baby appearance.

Back then, he almost threw the annoying baby girl into the sea to feed the fish.

"Sin!"

Thinking about it again, Chen Ping inevitably looked back on his majesty and chic in the Great Thousand Realms.

So, with a flick of his hand, he melted away the Terran corpse on the ground in the secret room, and said earnestly:

"At this time and that time, Kun Xinghai is so jealous and hateful that the Terran Race has countless powers, so I won't take it as an example!"

He had heard that there was a half-immortal in the human race who had lived for more than 300,000 years.

The road name Ji Hai is a recluse immortal.

In the past, every time he was born, he had to kill a group of demon cultivators and evil cultivators of the same clan who had done evil.

If Chen Fuyao and the others implicate him, wouldn't they have formed a great enemy for no reason!

"There are 100,000 corpses of Sea Clan monks in this bottle, swallow them as much as you like."

In the end, Chen Ping shook his sleeves and gave him some resources.

"Thank you, Master! Fu Yao must remember your teachings."

Chen Fuyao turned the danger into a disaster, and secretly got lucky.

"Big Ash, call the old people to gather."

Throwing off a list, Chen Ping instructed Da Ash to inform everywhere.

……

Three days later.

Mandate of Heaven City, in the glorious food building.

Plates of delicacies were served on the table, and spiritual wine and spiritual fruits were constantly served.

Kong Zhihua, Xin Jingyang, Bai Su, Chen Fuyao, Dugu Puyu, etc......

Gather with Chen Ping's old monks.

Forgot about the threat of the Tianchen Alliance for the time being, and talked about the old things with laughter.

Of course, the center of the topic is all around Chen Ping.

At first, Chen Ping was still full of interest.

But over time, I feel bored and out of place.

"The only thing I have to do with them is memories."

Chen Ping forced a smile and held on until the end of the banquet.

He left lonely.

Watching the figure of this strong man go farther and farther, the atmosphere that was lively just now suddenly became cold.

The eyes of Bai Su, Chen Fuyao, Da Ash and other close people have been covered with a layer of frost and mist.

They have a hunch and know it.

This kind of heart-free conversation will be the last.

……

Under the cold wind, Chen Ping stepped into the air.

His state of mind was in a state of extreme emptiness.

The path of the chase is also becoming clearer.

"Into the way, into the fire!"

At this moment, Chen Ping's heart and body ignited wisps of invisible flames that could not be blown.

This is the ambition of the Word!

Cutting off the edge of the dust is not cutting off the memory.

He has lived in the hearts of countless people, and this is a fact that cannot be changed.

The way back is eclipsed, and every step that follows will shine.

"Whew"

"Whew"

A cluster of burning hearts burst out of the world.

At the same time, more than a dozen spirit flames collected floated out one by one beside him.

Blend with each other and become one!

Chen Ping originally planned to comprehend the fire technique, and under the deliberate guidance, a thorough state of mind blessed his body, and flashed into the secret room.

Heartfire.

The Fire of the Boulevard.

The other side of the fire rule.

It is no longer a burning destruction, but a new fire of seeking.

Chen Ping even doubted that there really was a Great Dao Fire in the world.

"Wow"

"Wow"

The moment he settled, all the spiritual fires swelled and contracted, engulfing Chen Ping's body.

……

Time is like an arrow, nine hundred years later.

High in the sky, the awakened Chaos Gravity Bead was vigilant all around.

It knew that its master was carrying out a critical cultivation.

Therefore, it showed no mercy and drove away several waves of visiting monks in succession.

In the Chamber of Secrets.

Chen Ping had no vision, his eyes were closed and his knees were crossed.

But everything that approached him was in a strange state that was twisted to the extreme.

Transparent white flames surged.

The destruction of fire, the rebirth of fire.

Two completely different artistic conceptions are displayed in one.

Countless Yuan Flames were jubilant.

As soon as Chen Ping's mind moved, even the space hidden in the deepest part burned the immortal flames that covered the sky.

"The fur that has only mastered the two sides of the fire rule can easily promote the ascension to the seventh transformation!"

"The attribute of the first Breaking Dao Fruit Realm in this seat, is it fire?"

After 900 years, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes.

With the blessing of several immortal fires and the chance of epiphany, the fire path smoothly entered the realm of seven transformations.

Naturally, it's not easy.

If the fire path talent was better, with the various immortal fires collected, it should have been seven transformations early.

But that's not the point!

The important thing is that he has a preliminary grasp of the other side of the fire path.

Understanding all the sides of a rule is the basis for nine transformations into one!

It is no exaggeration to say that Chen Ping's understanding is already ahead of some of the Fire Dao Eight Transformation powerhouses.

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Dissipated.

The coercion this person gave him was far more powerful before, and he surpassed the Fuxia Sword Master in one fell swoop.

This means that Mo Shiying's methods can at least compete with the demi-immortals who come and go!

Since then, there is finally a leader in the camp who can come to the stage to shelter him from the wind and rain.

"You ......"

Mo Shiying pondered for a long time and popped out a few words: "You are going farther and farther on the path of life preservation!"

His exclamation was real.

This son's fire path has just entered the seven transformations, and he has used the fire path to cultivate magical powers, and he has actually endured the eight transformations for more than ten breaths without destroying it!

Although he didn't use all his strength, he was also exposed to seven or eight times.

In other words, as long as this son opens the firesuit shield, he will be able to jump around in front of the strongest and then be lucky!

"Getting beaten is also a skill!"

Chen Ping's hard way.

The power of the fire god lies in the accumulation of thick and thin.

First of all, the increase in the Nine Immortal Crystals of the Era Immortal Technique.

Second, the ascension of the realm of transformation.

The most important thing is that after the seven transformations of the fire path, all the immortal fires refined have completely revealed their power!

In this way, the scene that has just been temporarily equalized with Mo Shiying has been achieved!

Naturally, if he really fights to the death, he will not be able to last long.

"The fire method is the main attack, and it is recommended that Chen Daoyou reshape his supernatural powers when he is eight years old."

Taking a deep breath, Mo Shi Ying said.

He wondered.

It is not an earth, wood property.

It's just made a defensive supernatural power.。

"On the other side of the fire, Mo Daoyou doesn't understand, Chen's qualifications are dull, and he only realized some fur not long ago."

With a mysterious smile, Chen Ping was noncommittal.

He had already planned for the next fire path.

How can a person who does not know the law of fire be allowed to point fingers?

……

The exit of the two powerhouses indicates that the camp is about to embark on a new voyage.

in a gazebo.

Chen Ping and Mo Shiying talked freely about drinking.

"It's only been hundreds of years since the Supreme Vault, and the dormant days are coming to an end!"

Mo Shiying raised his glass, and the ambition in his eyes flashed.

"The Lord of the Ink Array is going to compete for the next treasure?"

Taking a sip of spirit wine, Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "Chen may not be able to participate."

How comfortable it is to stay in the secret realm!

There is no dispute with the world, like returning to the great world.

He was ready to continue his retreat, breaking through Nirvana in one breath and then fighting the Tianchen Alliance.

"Are you scared?"

Hearing this, Mo Shiying frowned.

"It's not too late for the husband to take revenge."

Chen Ping was unmoved.

Unless the danger takes the initiative to come to the door, he will not be able to leave the secret realm even half a step if he is killed.

"I'm thinking, you might as well cultivate directly to the True Immortal!"

Mo Shiying's tone was ridiculous.

Chen Ping didn't move, he faced the Tianchen Alliance alone.

After all, on the side of the Lingquan Immortal Palace, Chen Ping still needs to be contacted.

"To use an analogy, the great demons in the world are born only when they are sure."

Chen Ping said with a smile.

This choking made Mo Shiying's words block the words, paused, and said helplessly:

"The Supreme Vault opens every 10,000 years or so, and if you break through before then, the faction will be in contention!"

He had no choice but to give in.

"Okay."

Nodding slightly, Chen Ping mentioned the old thing: "Nine hundred years ago, the Lord of the Ink Array invited me to explore a thing, what is it?"

After hearing this, Mo Shiying's expression was stunned, and he crossed the tangled color.

"A grasshopper on a rope, are there any secrets that can't be shared?"

Turning around, Chen Ping sighed.

Mo Shiying shook his head and said, "Really

It's very involved, and I'm afraid that once Daoist friends find out, I'm afraid they won't be able to get out again."

"By the way, on that day, the True Boy Sword happened to crack, does it have anything to do with you?"

He stared at Chen Ping with burning eyes.

Is this going to trade a secret for a secret?

Chen Ping's heart is like a mirror.

The thought turned around a few times, and he said uncertainly: "Chen has indeed seen the True Tong Sword with his own eyes, but whether it is because of me or not, I really can't tell."

"Whose hand is the True Boy Sword?"

Mo Shiying asked quickly.

"I have a little grudge against him......

Scratching the tip of his nose, Chen Ping said in a low voice.

He knew that if he continued to conceal it, it would affect the foundation of the cooperation between the two.

"Who else does Mo need to be afraid of now!"

Draining the wine in the cup, Mo Shiying snorted coldly.

"What I'm waiting for is Brother Mo's words!"

Chen Ping sat down excitedly and wrote a few words on the table with Jin Kuai.

……

"Are you true or false?"

Mo Shiying looked at the line of scribbled ancient texts in a daze, and after a while, his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Taiyi True Immortal Returns to One Corpse!"

Eight words, it's so dazzling.

"The little brother himself wondered why he had somehow provoked a powerful corpse."

With a few wry laughs, Chen Ping said faintly, "That corpse is very likely to be in the corpse slashing realm!"

"Corpse Slayer?"

Mo Shiying's eyes shrank, and he immediately had a more bad premonition.

He is a creature of the Yuanxing Sea.

Of course, the secrets he knew were not as good as Chen Ping, who was supported by the Lingquan Immortal Palace.

This corpse slashing world is unheard of.

"Corpse Slayer...... It's very scary, and the little brother doesn't know why, and he is being targeted inexplicably."

Chen Ping nodded heavily, and the sound was transmitted.

Then he flew out alone.

Mo Shiying needs to be calm!

Because he himself is a man from the past.

"He's really a beast!"

As soon as Chen Ping left, Mo Shiying's eyes flickered, intertwined with fear and heart, and he smashed the wine glass in his hand.

……

A few days later.

Mo Shiying saw Chen Ping again, and he had returned to his normal color.

"Come with Mo."

Leaving a sentence, Mo Shiying flew forward to lead the way.

Soon, the two settled next to his cave.

"What a pure aura!"

Breathing in the nearby air, Chen Ping's eyes were horrified.

Walking to the depths of the cave, Mo Shiying's expressionless face counted the words.

"Boom"

After a sudden sound, a curtain of flowing five-colored water draped down.

"What's sealed inside?"

At this moment, Chen Ping, who was trying his best to maintain calm, had set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

After the initial refining of the gold bead, the subtle changes under the spirit of this bead are all monitored.

And since stepping into this cave, the golden beads began to boil and tremble.

It's as if on the other side of the water curtain, something closely related is calling for it!

"Let's go!"

Mo Shiying waved his sleeves, bringing out a bloody wind, and swept Chen Ping behind the water curtain.

In the middle of the shuttle, he turned around and smiled:

"The Human Emperor Pavilion is not appropriate."

"Deputy Array Master Chen, how about the name of the camp we lead is called the Catastrophe Blood Palace?"