The majestic and turbulent power of nature, driven by the soul stone of the Blue Emperor, frantically surged into Ji Ping's body, only a small part of it was transformed into soul power, condensed in the soul sea, and more of the power of nature was wandering in the body, impacting the eight veins of the Qi Jing like a tide.

At this time, Ji Ping had no time to take care of him, and the severe pain had made him almost faint, but with the stubbornness and unwillingness in his heart, he persevered. Sweat soaked through Ji Ping's clothes over and over again, and was steamed dry over and over again, and Ji Ping's originally white skin seemed to have been burned, revealing a bewitching red. The power of nature flowed, constantly impacting the meridians, and under the power of nature, Ji Ping's meridians slowly cracked, slowly expanding to his body like a spider web, and the bright red blood also seeped out little by little through these cracks. The meridians are constantly expanding, and they are no longer washed by the powerful force, and they are about to shatter, but this powerful force has no intention of stopping. The severe pain has numbed the body and left it uncontrollable. But the consciousness gradually became clear because of the severe pain, Ji Ping knew that once the meridians were broken, he would die on the spot, and the best case would be forever crippled, no matter what the result, he would not be reconciled. It's just that he has nothing to do, he can only watch himself die, what kind of cruelty is this.

There was a noisy footstep outside the cave, and Ji Ping's consciousness was still there, and he immediately became alert. I only heard someone say, "Boss, the thief who peeped at Senior Sister Wuni was in the main hall, and I heard someone talking to him just now."

"Very good, look at the woman who dares to peep at Lao Tzu who doesn't know whether she is alive or dead, teach him a good lesson today, let him know what providence is" As soon as the words fell, a group of people quickly poured into the main hall. Although Ji Ping's body couldn't move, he still saw dozens of people entering from the corner of his eye, led by one person, wearing a white shirt, embroidered with golden silk threads with birds and beasts of different shapes, and an emerald green green dragon jade pendant hanging from his waist, which looked extremely gorgeous. The rest of the people were all dressed in black shirts, no different from the other disciples in the sect.

The person who came was none other than Xing Dao, the only son of Xing Ye, one of the seven elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, Xing Ye was the head of the seven elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, in charge of punishment, and had always been harsh, and was valued by the sect master, and entrusted with important tasks, with great power. The old man got a son named Xing Dao, and he also hoped that his son could make a difference on the way to cultivating the soul path, but Xing Dao was not interested in the cultivation of the soul path, and he was idle all day long, leading a group of people to do all kinds of evil, and repeatedly killed but escaped punishment because of Xing Ye's protection. Xing Dao has always coveted Wuni's beauty, and he didn't dare to do it because he was afraid of Master Wuni's authority in the sect, and when he heard that someone was spying on his woman, he was furious and entangled a group of followers here.

Xing Dao glanced at it and asked unremittingly, "You are Ji Ping"

Ji Ping sat cross-legged on the ground, suffering from the impact of the force of nature on his body, unable to move, sighing secretly in his heart, a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, just sent away the fierce god, and came again. It's just that Ji Ping is confident that no one dares to make a move in the temple, and even a master like Shen Li has to retreat to find another opportunity. Thinking of this, Ji Ping's heart was a little settled.

But what Ji Ping didn't expect was that Xing Dao had no scruples about this.

Xing Dao saw that Ji Ping didn't pay attention to himself, and his heart was even more angry, thinking that even a small Sword Casting Peak disciple could turn a blind eye to himself like this, he was usually arrogant and domineering, and when he saw someone like this to himself, the anger at this time could not be suppressed, and he couldn't help but say, and used his soul power to pat Ji Ping's shoulder.

The black-clothed people behind him looked at it gloatingly, as if they were looking at a dead person, and they didn't mean to make a move, they knew that this seemingly light palm had no power, but because of all the introverted soul power, hitting Ji Ping, even if he didn't die, he would be like a wasted person. And in the next moment, their gloating expressions disappeared from their faces, replaced by horror. They saw that after hitting Ji Ping's shoulder, Ji Ping just shook his shoulder, and instead of falling forward, Xing Dao fell backwards heavily. The moment he landed, blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and the masonry around Xing Dao was already cracked inch by inch. The crowd was horrified, which showed the power of this blow.

Everyone woke up from the shock, rushed up quickly, probed and snorted, then immediately lifted Xing Dao, rushed out of the hall, and glanced at Ji Ping fiercely before leaving, and no one left, I don't know if it was because of the hurry to save people, or because of Ji Ping's power just now.

Ji Ping has no time to care about the life and death of others. After that blow, Ji Ping felt that the pain in his body had decreased a lot, and those excess natural forces were no longer impacting the meridians without limit, but flowing slowly in the meridians. The meridians that were about to break also stopped expanding and repaired themselves. Ji Ping used the exercises in the general outline of the soul decision, and scattered the excess natural power outside the body, but the meridians had not been completely repaired, and the running exercises were as painful as fire.

The Blue Emperor Immortal Stone lost its gathered natural power, and it suddenly lost its light.

At this time, Ji Ping had escaped death, full of exhaustion, and had no will just now, and was about to sleep, but when he was sleepy, he seemed to see someone walking towards him, talking to himself, Ji Ping wanted to try to see the person's face clearly, but it always seemed to be unreal through a layer of fog. But the voice Ji Ping heard it really, and it has been lingering in his ears "The heart is like the sun and the moon, the mind is like the tide, the soul gathers and the soul is scattered, and the cycle repeats" Ji Ping was puzzled, and wanted to ask what it meant, but the person walked by as if he didn't see Ji Ping, no matter how Ji Ping shouted, he still muttered this sentence in his mouth. Ji Ping wanted to chase after him, but found that his whole body was weak and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next day, and the words I heard in the haze, "The heart is like the sun and the moon, and the mind is like the tide" is still echoing in my ears, but it is like a dream, like an illusion, but it is so real.