Several days passed in the Golden Pearl Space, and only a quarter of an hour passed in the outside world.

In this short period of time, even if the healing effect of the emerald ground is not inferior to that of sixth- and seventh-level secret treasures, it is impossible for his soul to return to its peak.

Although Chen Ping wanted to recover and come out again, Chen Xiangwen was obviously not qualified to deal with Di Yaoxian and others. The loot on the island was there, and things would change later.

While swimming in the sea, Chen Ping changed into a brand new Taoist robe. At the same time, his hands and face became extremely red. In the blink of an eye, they became as bright as dye, and then slowly faded away, maintaining his normal rosy complexion.

In this way, it will be difficult for others to notice from his appearance that he is actually in poor condition.

"Why isn't it over yet?"

Just after flying back to Haichang Island, Chen Ping couldn't help but show a hint of doubt.

Although the fat and thin corpses in the sky were surrounded and suppressed by several Yuan Dan and lost their initial ferocity, they were still vigorous and showed no signs of defeat at all.

Di Yaoxian, "Yang Fanying", and Chen Xiangwen used all their methods, and every attack was done with all their strength.

Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao hid in a relatively safe position and took the time to shoot a few ice arrows to restrict the movement of the Taoist corpses. It seemed to be of great effect, but in fact it was very perfunctory.

With a cold smile, Chen Ping didn't understand why the Broken Star Sect's little moves were just to delay time so that the younger generation of the sect could gain more military exploits.

"Chen has lived up to his trust, and Pu Liuhuan has returned to bliss."

The five people were startled when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in their ears. However, after hearing the content of the message clearly, their spirits became high.

The four hostile Yuan Dans were all killed, which meant that several forces had no worries for the time being.

This is a great joy!

"Brother Chen, don't get me wrong. After digesting Deng Fengcheng's essence and blood, the long-lived longhorn beetles will automatically fall into dormancy. There is no need to be afraid of Taoist corpses without control. There is no need to fight with them now."

Seeing those eyes staring at him, Fan Yiqiao felt cold and shouted quickly.

"Thank you for your hard work. I will go to the battlefield below to clean up the mess and minimize casualties."

Chen Ping's expression softened a little. He naturally understood the characteristics of the Shuohun Longhorn Beetle, but he could not escape Fan Yiqiao's small thoughts of not doing his best.

But now that he had explained it in words, Chen Ping couldn't reach out and slap him in the face.

The two parties have just completed a relatively concerted cooperation, so there is no need to hurt feelings over a trivial matter.

Unleashing his spiritual consciousness, Chen Ping drove the sword lotus to escape the light and flew at low altitude, looking for the place for fighting on the island.

He was not a person who followed the rules. Whenever he found monks from the Deng and Pu clans, whether they were practicing Qi or building foundations, their sword light was shooting out in all directions, and scores of them would fall down.

In less than a meal, Chen Pinghu entered the circle of sheep and intervened, and there were basically few enemies left alive.

Among them, a small number cried bitterly and weakly begged for mercy, but he was not moved at all.

Unlike sect wars, clan wars since ancient times rarely accept the surrender of the losing monks.

As the saying goes, people are connected by blood, and the memories produced by the same blood are too terrifying.

And this "memory" refers to cohesion, a sense of belonging, and a sense of isolation from outsiders.

The Pu family and the Deng family have been inherited for two thousand years, and their bloodline memories are deep-rooted. Chen Ping asked himself that he did not have the ability, let alone the time, to reverse or change.

Coveting ready-made master slaves will cause future troubles for the family, which is really not worth the gain.

Cutting out the roots is simple.

Unconsciously, Chen Ping went around to the ferry and saw three foundation builders and more than twenty Qi practitioners driving the Xianliu towards the sea in a panic.

"Leave it to me!"

Chen Ping's face sank, he raised the Spider King Puppet and threw it. With a loud "boom", the spirit ship was pressed into the water, and a large mushroom cloud-shaped wave broke away.

Then, he swung his arm and flicked the Pure Yang Sword. Dozens of blue sword energy shot out in a flash, instantly piercing the bodies of the monks.

The puppets carried the spirit ship and came out of the sea. The deck was littered with corpses, and fragments of magic weapons and spiritual weapons were scattered everywhere.

A complete small spiritual ship!

Chen Ping pursed his lips happily, flew down regardless of his identity, bent down and touched the body one by one.

After collecting all the loot, a blue flame dotted the remaining body into ashes and drifted into the sea with the wind.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the air, two Taoist corpses, one fat and one thin, fell to the mud and fell into a small pit.

The two purple-red Shuohun beetles clung tightly to the Taoist corpse's nose, and their tentacles stretched out in vain, as if they were drunk.

After only one breath, the beetle froze and fell on its back, falling into a deep sleep.

Of course, it is impossible for a normal Shuohun longhorn beetle to have a deep sleep.

However, these two insect monsters are the "key" to control Taoist corpses, and they have been cultivated by monks using special methods since childhood.

Living in search of essence and blood, sleeping without essence and blood, the end is extremely magical.

"Shua" and "shua" several figures fell down, surrounding the two Taoist corpses from all sides.

It was Di Yaoxian, "Yang Fanying", Chen Xiangwen, Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn and unusual.

Everyone has witnessed the power of the Taoist corpse. As long as it is fed with enough essence and blood, it is equivalent to the combat power of two Yuan Dan in the later stage. The value of this kind of thing is still higher than the Nine Yang True Fire Comb. Who is not greedy?

?

When Chen Ping saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Why are you doing this? We have just worked together to destroy the powerful enemy, and now we are about to turn against each other?"

Step by step closer, he suddenly said lightly.

The expressions of Di Yaoxian, Fan Yiqiao and others changed one after another, and they moved their steps in tacit agreement.

"You are all my benefactors to the Chen family of Haichang Island. The important distribution of benefits will be discussed later. The tense posture of everyone made the juniors laugh."

Chen Xiangwengong cupped his hands and said sincerely to everyone.

"It's because I got dressed up."

Immortal Di Yao narrowed his eyes and said apologetically: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please finish handling the war first. I'm not in a hurry."

"Fan doesn't have any objections either."

Fan Yiqiao forced a smile on his face and agreed.

"Brother Ping!"

Gong Lingshan half-opened her lips, took Chen Ping's arm, and said very affectionately: "Has everything been resolved?"

"Well, at most I missed a few small fish and shrimps."

Chen Ping did not stop the woman from showing her kindness and said with a smile: "I would also like to thank Guizong for your help."

"Thankfully Brother Ping showed off his might in this battle, otherwise Lingshan and the others might not survive until the end."

Gong Lingshan raised her beautiful eyes and said gratefully.

Fan Yiqiao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and his heart suddenly filled with anger.

As the ancestor of the Broken Star Sect, Gong Lingshan is actually immersed in the love between a man and a woman, especially at this critical moment of competing for interests. Could it be that she wants to stay in the Chen family and be the hostess?

Soon, a bitterness arose in his heart.

Chen Ping almost single-handedly killed the other four Yuan Dan cultivators, and his strength was even more exaggerated than that of ordinary Dzogchen cultivators.

More than a hundred years later, when he reaches the pinnacle of cultivation, wouldn't he immediately become the first person under the Golden elixir and the fake elixir?

Following him is indeed much better than guarding the Broken Star Gate in the fading sky.

After a few thoughts came to his mind, Fan Yiqiao thought things through.

If Gong Lingshan can really win Chen Ping's favor and gain a firm foothold in the Chen family, it may be a brighter path for Broken Star Sect.

"Please, Fellow Daoist Di, Fellow Daoist Fan, Uncle Wen, and Lingshan carefully search the entire island, find out the enemy cultivators hiding in the woods, valleys and other hidden terrains, and inform the participating monks of our clan that an hour later, in the east city,

Gather outside the city walls."

Chen Ping said with a casual tone and cupped his fists, and actually gave orders to several people.

"Leader Yang, please stay."

After a pause, he continued to add.

At this moment, all the cultivators knew that Chen Ping had deliberately sent them away and had important matters to discuss with Yang Fanying.

However, the cultivation world always respects strength, and no one dares to easily object to what Chen Ping is saying now.

After everyone had gone away, Chen Ping conveniently set up a sound-isolating array and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Teng deserves the most credit for defeating the enemy this time."

"Hehe, our Sky Vine Clan keeps our word and never acts inconsistently. We are very different from the cunning and scheming human race."

"Yang Fanying" twisted her neck and said without giving Chen Ping any face.

"Fellow Taoist Teng, don't make generalizations. Chen is an upright person who keeps his word."

After laughing a few times, Chen Ping took out a jade box from his arms and handed it over, saying: "The fourth-level hundred-year-old round leaves, this is the reward I promised to fellow Taoist Teng."
To be continued...