Jiang Ping went straight to Chuzhou, the country of East Lake.

He kept flying low, enveloping his consciousness above the ground. The divine sense is more than sixty miles, and if you are lucky, you will not directly meet the monk who cultivates the "Essence of Gasification".

A thousand miles away.

But the other party is a mid-foundation building monk, how can he do useless work? This spider silk must have other uses.

"Spider!" Jiang Ping was slightly flustered, I don't know why, how powerful this web can be, and the magic weapon is not easy to shatter!

A large white net shrouded towards Jiang Ping.

Jing Qian did not move, and Jing Long sacrificed a behemoth. This thing is gray and black, the face is hideous, and the hair is whirring, and the eight thick long legs step on the void, opening their mouths and spitting.

"Kill!"

"That being the case, whether you are a member of the Qingshi Sect or another sect, if you insult us like this, you will definitely die!" he shouted.

Jing Qian's face was also very heavy, how was Jiang Ping's words different from scolding him?

"Senior brother, kill him!"

Ming Qian was almost blown up, he has been a real person for nearly a hundred years, how could anyone have insulted him like this, Jiang Ping's move is no different from pouring a pot of shit on him.

"You ......"

"They respect you as immortal masters, worship you three times and bow nine times, worship you as gods, you do this to them, is this considered a favor and revenge!

Jiang Ping shouted and scolded, "You don't know yet, do you? But more than seventy percent of the girls who have been insulted commit suicide! Twenty percent of them have abortions, and it is difficult to have children! There are still some who don't know where to go, and this is what you said about sowing spiritual seeds?"

"Bandits!

"Why not? Don't you know, but the descendants of mortals and mortals have more opportunities to produce spiritual roots? Isn't it good for them to plant spiritual seeds for free and give birth to spiritual root babies so that their families can produce immortal masters and glorify the lintel?"

When Jiang Ping heard this, he forcibly held back the anger in his heart and sneered: "According to your words, old fellow, they have taken the qi of the mortal daughter, or are these mortals lucky?"

Ming Qian asked loudly.

"Isn't it just that they have cultivated the 'Qi Transformation Essence Technique' and taken the qi of some mortal women, as for killing these monks?

Jiang Ping laughed, with a hint of sarcasm, "Since you know that I killed someone, you should also know what I killed for, right?"

How did he know that except for Ming Qian, the other three were all instigated by Ming Qian.

"There are two late stage foundation building under Yuan Zhenren's sect, one is the eldest disciple Jing Qian, and the other is the second disciple Jin Yan, but there is no Jin Yan and the thirteenth disciple Si Rongqiu among the people who came! This is a strange thing, there are no male disciples under Si Rongqiu, this is easy to understand, but most of the monks in the late stage of Qi refining I killed are disciples of Jin Yan, why didn't this Jin Yan chase after me?"

Leng Yun had already given Jiang Ping a detailed introduction to the strength of the six foundation-building disciples of Yuan Zhenren, including their faces, strengths, strengths, and so on, all in detail.

Jiang Ping sighed slightly in his heart, these people really couldn't sit still. But what he didn't expect was that there were actually four foundation building monks! Among them, there was even the late stage of foundation building!

Jing Qian's right hand was pressed weakly, so that the three of them should not act rashly, and immediately said: "Fellow Daoist, you don't have to pretend, you killed so many of our disciples, don't you know who we are?"

In terms of strength, Jing Qian was the first person in absolute strength in the later stage of building the foundation, and he had such an insight.

Jing Long, Ming Qian, and Liu Yankai all had different changes in their expressions.

In his intuition, the early foundation building monk in front of him gave him a sense of danger.

Jing Qian's old man was serious, and when he saw Jiang Ping holding a fish-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and there was a drumstick on his abdomen, engraved with a magic circle, his face changed slightly, "Could this be the demon bell?" During this time, in the news he received, when many qi refining later stages died, mortals more or less heard the ringing of the bell.

"Fellow disciples, be careful, I'm afraid this person is not simple. ”

Ming Qian was furious, this person was so hard-mouthed when he was dying. And in the face of one early stage of foundation building, two middle stage of foundation building, and a monk in the late stage of foundation building, is he really a real person in Jindan?

"Please make it clear. ”

Ming Qian in the back left corner of Jiang Ping smiled, "Boy, don't pretend to be confused! You don't know why a few of us are looking for you?"

"Four fellow Daoists, is there anything to offend in the next place?" Jiang Ping was not in a hurry, and asked in a deep voice with his fists clenched.

"Fortunately, I used a mask to cover my face, and I was able to isolate my divine sense, otherwise my true face would have been seen through!" Jiang Ping sighed, glad that he put on the mask as soon as he came out of the bluestone gate.

Jiang Ping's consciousness swept away, and four shadows flew out from the mansion tea garden below, rushing into the air and scattering the four corners to surround Jiang Ping.

A sword qi attack like this, which has been gaining momentum for a long time, is not easy to dodge, and after dodging, it will turn back to attack, so it is better to use the cold iron jade pendant to unload this force to cope with the changes after that.

The sword qi slammed into the shield fiercely, Jiang Ping only felt a strong momentum lift himself away, and he stabilized the form and stopped in the air.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ping was stunned, stretched out his hand and flicked it on the storage bag, a jade pendant fell in his hand, Jiang Ping's fingertips were a little, and a wave of mana hit the jade pendant, and the jade pendant turned into a big shield to block it.

"There's an ambush!"

Jiang Ping was horrified, this kind of sword qi could only be emitted at least in the late stage of qi refining, and this aura alone was not owned by a mid-stage cultivator!

Suddenly, a sky-high sword qi flew towards the sky, and this sword qi was like a long rainbow, and the river went away!

Jiang Ping kept a calm face, took out a fish-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag, undisguised the killing intent, and rushed straight down.

"The overflowing qi alone is also the amount of four or five women's qi, this person is so wasteful, he should be killed!"

The bald monk was angry, and Jiang Ping naturally understood that he had killed too much, and this person must have absorbed a lot of qi, and he didn't have time to absorb and refine, and some of his qi overflowed!

In the bustling garden mansion, in a huge room, a bald monk was on a woman, and next to him, there were more than a dozen women lying down, looking miserable, not only that, but in the next room, there were dozens of unclothed women curled up, covering their ears, as if they were greatly stimulated.

"Shameless!"

He didn't care, he swept down casually, but suddenly his eyes widened with anger.

Jiang Ping looked down, and a magnificent garden building appeared in front of him.

"Hey, there is a mansion in this dense forest, it seems that this place is twenty miles away from Chuzhou City, right?

Suddenly.

Jiang Ping is different from other monks, he has an elixir that can restore his divine consciousness, Xiong Jing Pill, if he only uses it to make up for the consumption of divine consciousness, it is too extravagant, and Jiang Ping let him recover on his own.

Divine consciousness comes from the primordial spirit, which is the spiritual qi, just like the gods in the spirit of the gods mentioned by mortals, the spirit is sluggish, and the state is naturally not good.

Divine consciousness is no better than mana, and it can be restored by simply inhaling aura.

Chuzhou City in front of him was closer, and Jiang Ping relaxed his glance at the ground and withdrew most of his divine sense. Even if his divine sense is as strong as his, he will be tired after a long time of continuous large-scale search.

This is not such a normal thing, the Sword Tower Mansion sends out many missions every day, and there are hundreds of monks who go to complete the tasks at the same time, how can it be possible to fly thousands of miles without meeting monks? Is it a coincidence?

It's a pity that Jiang Ping was unlucky, and he only encountered two ordinary robberies, and Jiang Ping cut them off, but he didn't even touch a monk.

Jiang Ping didn't dare to take it hard, a flowing cloud step under his feet dodged, and when he came to Mingqian, Mingqian was overjoyed, and the sharp blade in his hand was split!

"Boy, you fled to me, don't blame the sword in my hand for splitting you in half!"

Jiang Ping smiled slightly, dodged again with a dodge, and his divine sense urged the yellow fish to suppress the soul, and a sharp sound wave attacked in all directions.