"This third," Lu Ping said to himself without waiting for Dabao to ask: "This Feiling Island, the only giant island in the entire North Sea, has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and this Feiling Island has already been transformed by the ancestors of the Feiling Sect to almost perfection!"

Lu Ping stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the whole heaven and earth, and said, "Beihai Zhongling Dingxiu, Feiling Island!"

Dabao naturally didn't care about these things, but when he heard Lu Ping talk about it, he naturally opened his mouth and asked, "In that case, how could the Flying Spirit Sect still be destroyed?"

Lu Ping shook his head and didn't answer, but turned around and said, "Let's go and get Zilan back, we're leaving Feiling Island!"

In an extremely remote place in the northwest sea of the North Sea, Xu Weihong, who was in a state of embarrassment, was fleeing for his life in a hurry, with a frightened look on his face, and at the same time he looked back behind him from time to time, as if he was chasing some flood beast behind him.

Xu Weihong never thought that he would encounter this evil star in this remote place, and the four Forging Dan Stage cultivators who came with him all fell into the hands of this person, if it weren't for his own quick opportunity, I am afraid that even he himself would have fallen under that person's sword.

Together with Xu Weihong, two late-stage forging monks, three mid-forging pill monks, and the combination of five people can just set up a great array of Dao soldiers inherited by the Xuanling Sect, even if they are replaced by five late-stage forging monks, they can't help them.

However, just as these five people followed the instructions of the prospector from the East China Sea to explore the direction of the earth's leylines in the shallow sea of this generation, looking for a spiritual material vein, one of the monks in the middle stage of forging pills was so quietly frozen into an ice sculpture at the bottom of the sea.

What a familiar way of killing, his junior brother's corpse shattered into pieces of ice floe in front of Xu Weihong's eyes, and floated towards the sea, each piece of ice floe contained a part of his junior brother's body, and the person who appeared behind the ice sculpture corpse was the person who had become the nightmare of almost all Xuanling Sect monks in the past five years.

True Spirit Sect outcast, Yin Xuanchu!

Since Dao Shi Ancestor was assassinated by Yin Xuanchu five years ago, and killed four Xuanling Sect disciples who escaped from the siege with serious injuries, Yin Xuanchu, who had spent a year recuperating from his injuries, made frequent attacks in the next four years, and in the past five years, the Xuanling Sect had a total of one Dharma Ancestor, eleven Forging Dan Stage Cultivators, and dozens of Hemolysis Stage Cultivators fell into his hands.

The entire Xuanling Sect was disturbed by Yin Xuanchu alone, and the corpse of every Xuanling Sect monk who fell into his hands first turned into an ice sculpture, and then shattered into ice slag on the ground.

The good deeds of the Beihai cultivation world called Yin Xuanchu the "Ice Demon", which means that he is as bloodthirsty and killable as a demon cultivator, and his cultivation strength and assassination skills far surpass his father, one of the "Three Truths and Four Spirits" of the True Spirit Sect back then, yīn Ying Zhenren Li Xuan yīn.

Fortunately, although Yin Xuanchu has been fond of killing in the past five years, he has basically not taken the initiative to trouble the monks of other sects except for the Xuanling Sect, so although the other sects have repeatedly denounced this Yin Xuanchu, and even maliciously guessed that this is the plot of the True Soul Sect, but other than that, there is only a joke left to see the Xuanling Sect.

The frightened Xuanling Sect monk hurriedly counterattacked, but before they could catch Yin Xuanchu's hidden tracks, another monk in the middle stage of the Forging Pill turned into an ice sculpture again in front of Xu Weihong's eyes, shattering into ice slag.

Run!

Xu Weihong immediately made a decision, left behind the two junior disciples in the middle stage of the forging pill, and one of them flew out of the sea with all his strength to escape from the sea, and then set up the retreat all the way to the southeast.

And just after Xu Weihong escaped for dozens of feet, a scream came from the sea behind him but stopped abruptly, Xu Weihong could even imagine the lifelike ice statue with his mouth open and screaming as presented by this junior disciple in the middle of the forging pill.

Xu Weihong's heart trembled, a rocket talisman in his hand was suddenly thrown out, and a huge rocket pillar of light rose from the sky, bursting a silver flower with a radius of dozens of zhang in the air hundreds of zhang, and it could be clearly seen even hundreds of miles away.

Xu Hongwei knew that the only remaining junior disciple in the middle stage of forging pills would not be able to last long under Yin Xuanchu's hands, so Xu Hongwei simply bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he actually performed the Blood Escape Secret Technique.

Shut down

This time, the Xuanling Sect asked the Crystal Palace to send a prospector to search for spiritual material mines in the Northwest Sea, and this prospector was accompanied and protected by the Xuanling Sect's Lu Xuheng Ancestor and more than a dozen monks in the Forging Dan Period.

Xu Weihong's team was also sent by Lu Xuheng Ancestor, as long as Xu Weihong could escape to Lu Xuheng Ancestor, Yin Xuanchu, who was chasing after him, would definitely die, and he would be able to save his life under the protection of the Faxiang Ancestor.

Just when Xu Weihong was thinking wildly, there was a sudden chill behind him!

Xu Hongwei didn't think about it, he took the natal magic weapon in his hand and hit him fiercely.

While!

Xu Weihong staggered forward, and at the same time tried his best to turn his body and wanted to look back, but at the moment when the natal magic weapon in his hand collided with the magic weapon of the person behind him, a sense of cold had already spread to his body through his natal magic weapon.

Xu Weihong couldn't help but shudder, but after all, he was also a late-stage cultivator of the Forging Pill, a rising star of the Xuanling Sect's emphasis on cultivating, Feng Xudao Ancestor's pride was high, and the Fuyao Jue was running rapidly in his body, although he couldn't expel the cold in his body, but at least he could temporarily suppress it.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Yin Xuanchu, who was dressed in black, looking at him coldly, without the slightest breath around him, but he didn't look like an ordinary person, but like a piece of cold ice that was not sick, which made the temperature around him drop.

Xu Weihong knew that this was the coercive momentum, which was usually only possessed by the monks of the Dharma Phase Period, and in addition, only those top-level demon clans with pure bloodline had bloodline coercion.

According to legend, this Yin Xuanchu is a mixed race of demons, and he has the blood of the top-level demon clan Ice Claw in his body, is it because of this?

This thought flashed through Xu Weihong's mind, but he didn't forget that this time was the time of life and death, this place was very close to the place where Lu Xuheng's ancestor was before, and at this time, they had already seen that the rocket talisman sent by Xu Weihong had rushed to respond, as long as he could hold on, he might be able to escape with his life.

But can you stop it?

Xu Weihong didn't dare to think about it, but these thoughts kept drilling into his head, Xu Weihong's mind was already in chaos, and the natal magic weapon in his hand tried his best to resist Yin Xuanchu's attack, but Shen Sè seemed more and more flustered.

Yin Xuanchu's eyes crossed with a ssè, and then he returned to the state of Gujing without waves, and a pair of frost short swords in his hand became more and more powerful, every time he exchanged blows with the magic weapon in Xu Weihong's hand, a force of cold and cold invaded his true yuan, making Xu Weihong's true yuan run poorly, and every time he resisted Yin Xuanchu's attack, it became more and more powerless.

Seeing that Xu Weihong was about to fall under Yin Xuanchu's sword, even Xu Weihong himself had begun to despair, waiting for the last moment to come, but Yin Xuanchu himself suddenly stopped, and suddenly retreated dozens of feet, and then hung above the sea, looking around.

Xu Weihong was stunned for a moment, and then realized something, and his face showed ecstasy.

The space on Xu Weihong's side suddenly opened, and Lu Xuheng stepped out, first glanced at Xu Weihong with a little dissatisfaction, and then looked at Yin Xuanchu and said, "You are Yin Xuanchu, an outcast of the True Spirit Sect?"

Yin Xuanchu did not answer Lu Xuheng's ancestor's words, but put away the short swords in both hands and said, "How many people have come, come out!"

"Okay! is worthy of being the son of Li Xuanyīn, and there is really a kind of it!"

Lu Xuheng clapped his hands and sighed: "The True Spirit Sect has been like a dog shit luck over the years, and there are many jīng Ying disciples under the door, if you Yin Xuanchu hadn't been expelled from the True Spirit Sect, I'm afraid that your achievements will not be much worse even if they are not as good as that Lu Xuanping, one immortal and one demon, two swords and two tigers, even so, the Beihai cultivation world still regards you as a disciple of the True Spirit Sect!"

Yin Xuanchu was silent, just silently watching the Xuanling Sect monks who appeared from the surrounding sea, void, islands, reefs, and clouds, and happened to surround him in zhōngyāng.

A Faxiang stage monk, four late-stage forging pill monks, plus a late-stage forging pill monk Xu Weihong who had just recovered from a desperate situation, and there were also monks from the Xuanling Sect who were coming, and Yin Xuanchu was surrounded in the middle and fell into an unprecedented crisis.

Yin Xuanchu had attacked and killed the Faxiang monks, and besieged four of them under the siege of several monks of the Forging Dan Period, but that was the attack that he launched after his careful planning and arrangement.

Even so, after Yin Xuanchu broke out of the encirclement, he was already seriously injured, and it took a year to recover gradually.

At this time, Yin Xuanchu had not only lost the opportunity for his best sneak attack and assassination, but also fell into the encirclement arranged by others, but the situation was just the opposite of the beginning, and now he could only fight against a Faxiang monk and several monks of the same rank in the later stage of the forging pill in a hard-fought way, Yin Xuanchu's situation at this time could almost be said to be extremely dangerous.

On the surface of the sea hundreds of miles away from here, a portal suddenly opened, and Lu Ping walked out of the portal with a hint of novelty on his face.

The portal behind him gradually closed, Lu Ping looked at the sea around him, and then casually stretched out his hand to open a spatial portal, and when his figure reappeared, it was already more than ten miles away.

"It seems that now I can control the range within more than ten miles more accurately, although my divine thoughts can cover nearly thirty miles, but once I get out of the range of more than ten miles, the range reached by the space will be greatly deviated. ”

Lu Ping felt the spatial supernatural power that he had gradually become familiar with, and muttered to himself: "It seems that it is still relatively unfamiliar, and I think that as long as I practice more, I can achieve a more accurate teleportation." ”