Seeing that the red shadow completely disappeared, Chen Pingfeng's calm expression suddenly dropped.

His heart is bleeding right now, millions of spirit stones have just flown away!

The bloodline of the heavenly demon who has awakened the three great talents and magical powers can easily fetch a jaw-droppingly high price at auction.

I recall that back then, in order to save Xuanhuo Crow, he took away Xue Yun's ten years of life and worked hard to cultivate a group of gas-eating gadflies. The consumption of tens of thousands of spiritual stones was all gone in one day!

However, it was a pity and a pity, and Chen Ping did not have the slightest regret or unwillingness.

It is very possible that Xuan Flies are not involved with the Leech Dragon Insects. He is unwilling and dare not get involved in such a cause and effect that can break the whole world.

Of course, it's not that he is timid, but because of the presence of the golden beads in his body.

If he didn't get the gold bead, he would get it if he got it. Anyway, his bare feet are not afraid of wet shoes. Maybe he can get some benefits by raising Xuanflies.

However, the golden bead that led him to seize the soul also had a great origin. As long as he was more prudent, he would have a chance to be a Yuanying in this life, and even the realm of becoming a god would no longer be a dream. Why would he sacrifice the good and the bad and take the initiative to step into the chess game set by the ancient monster?

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Moreover, when Xuan Fei's cultivation level gets higher and higher, there is even a risk of Jin Zhu being exposed.

A mere Demon Locking Disk or even a more advanced Tai Cang Blood Pact can never truly control it.

Chen Ping's dark eyes narrowed slightly, casting a layer of coldness.

There was just a moment when he even planned to get angry and kill this monster.

But after weighing it repeatedly, I finally gave up.

Behind Xuan Fei stands the dragonfly. It is better to leave this scourge to other unlucky people to take over.

If the mysterious fly dies in the mouth of a high-level monster on the road, or if it is captured by a Yuandan monk and recognized as its master, then it will be a great joy.

Pressing down his cluttered thoughts, Chen Ping glanced sideways at the white jade clam demon at the corner of the pool.

"puff!"

The white jade clam demon came over with a thought to please, opened its shell, and spit out a string of pure silver dreamy water drops.

"I think you should just change your name to White Jade Rat. I wonder how you reached the middle stage of the second level!"

Chen Ping broke the water droplets with his palm and scolded him angrily.

This guy was very greedy for life and afraid of death, so it was okay to be afraid of him, but the Xuan Fly was just a second-level early-stage monster that had just been promoted, and it stepped on it without any resistance, which made him very dissatisfied.

After Xue Yun established the foundation, she had to be told to train the White Jade Clam strictly. Otherwise, a second-level monster that had the strength of the middle stage of foundation establishment but was as useless as a vase would make others laugh.

"Yun'er should be about to break through."

With a thought, Chen Ping swept towards her retreat.

Sure enough, Xue Yun had already swallowed the Foundation Establishment Pill and was refining the medicine to hit the bottleneck.

Quietly removing his consciousness, he immediately returned to the bamboo house and continued to comprehend the Puppet Essence Technique.

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Time passes unconsciously.

In a bamboo house in the middle, Chen Ping was sitting on a futon, his whole body covered with a layer of dark, condensed unknown substance, which looked extremely viscous and exuded a stench that was slightly worse than pig demon feces.

"Most of the accumulated erysipelas have been forced out. If you continue to swallow the erysipelas and practice, you don't have to worry about affecting the foundation of the Tao."

Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes, with an occasional hint of fatigue flashing through his pupils.

After using the water polo technique to take a shower, and then changing into clean clothes, Chen Ping felt refreshed and made himself a cup of strong tea.

In the past two and a half months, he practiced puppetry during the day and eliminated erysipelas at night, without a moment's rest.

After finally getting rid of the serious problem of erysipelas, the next thing he had to do was to improve the Demonic Blood Explosion Technique and Demonic Escape Shadow Step.

The level of the Demonic Forbidden Curse is extremely high, not inferior to the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art.

It's a pity that what he got was only a fragmentary copy, which only recorded the cultivation methods for entry-level and small-level cultivation.

The Demonic Blood Explosion Technique at the Xiaocheng level burns ten years of longevity and twenty drops of blood essence every time it is used, which can double the magic power of the foundation-building monk and last for half an hour.

After the effect wears off, you will still be in an extremely weak state, and within five days your spiritual power and consciousness will be gone.

At the level of Xiaocheng, the Demonic Escape Shadow Step consumes ten drops of essence and blood, and can escape a thousand miles in thirty breaths.

Even though the cost of casting Mara's forbidden spell is heavy, this method still needs to be improved.

Chen Ping's magical power is astonishing, and he can defeat many by one, but he only relies on a few Xuanpin skills and his experience in fighting fake elixirs in his previous life to bully his peers in remote sea areas.

To put it bluntly, for foundation-building monks of the same level as Yu Hugu and Meng Lingqiu, any one of the foundation-building monks sent by the Jindan Sect can defeat one against two.

Facing the true foundation of the Yuanying sect and the Huashen sect, Chen Ping thought that he could only barely defeat him at best, and it would never be as simple as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

As expected, he will soon go to the waters of the Twin Cities to purchase the Qingxuan Iron Essence and dispose of the illegal goods on him.

There are several Jindan monks suppressed in the Shuangcheng cultivation world, and there are dozens more Yuandan monks, and the level of danger is far higher than here.

Possessing a life-saving method, if you encounter a high-level monk with malicious intentions, you may be able to survive a desperate situation and avoid death.

Chen Ping calculated several times that if he used the Mo Luo Blood Explosion Technique at the Xiaocheng level, his mana would skyrocket to a level close to the early stage of Yuan Dan.

Then use the Demonic Shadow Step to escape, and you are almost half sure of escaping.

Of course, the imaginary enemy cultivators are only in the early stage of Yuan Dan.

In the middle stage, the monk's magic power in the alchemy realm is even more powerful, and he is still unable to compete with it. Even if he meets him, he will be knocked unconscious by it.

"The third level of Taiyiyan Divine Technique increases divine consciousness by 6,000 feet, and it also comes with a divine soul attack method."

Chen Ping looked forward to it and was thinking secretly.

After the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword was finished, he was ready to start collecting high-level ores.

The ten thousand feet of spiritual consciousness, once used in conjunction with the secret attack skills of the upper-level divine souls, may really be able to compete head-on with those in the mid-stage Yuan Dan realm.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Ping returned to his calm state of mind.

Before being promoted to the Forbidden Curse of Māra, he had to do one more thing first.

As soon as he patted the storage ring, a pebble-sized elixir flew up from it. Chen Ping stretched out his hand to grab it and swallowed it immediately.

One pill of the Three Gods Gathering Pill with two patterns can increase the power of spiritual consciousness by 250 feet.

The effect of the medicine was very fast. In just half a stick of incense, Chen Ping felt that a fire was burning more and more in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, while other parts of his limbs and Dantian were extremely cold, forming a very clear alternation of hot and cold.

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Three days later, Chen Ping stopped and stood up, controlling his consciousness bit by bit to spread out.

At this moment, the limit of his spiritual consciousness is 4,550 feet, which is very far away from the 5,000 feet of the early Yuan Dan monks.

Suddenly, a pleasant female voice came into Chen Ping's ears. The voice was not loud but extremely clear. It was actually one of the exclusive magical powers of the Foundation Establishment monks, and it could transmit sounds into secrets!

"Has the foundation construction been successful?"
Chapter completed!