However, Mu Yuan exhausted the sect's accumulation and prepared many means to deal with the sixth level of thunder tribulation, but all were in vain.

Everyone didn't know why he couldn't stick to his heart.

The foreseeable fact is that the Beast Control Sect, which has a long tradition, will be in ruins and will completely lose hope of breaking through in a short period of time.

There are many people who take pleasure in others' misfortunes, those who look heavy-faced, and those who are timid and anxious.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and the world returned to tranquility.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening.

At this moment, Chen Ping seemed to have entered a mysterious state.

A scholar who aspires to immortality may be destroyed or destroyed, and he may be established even if he is destroyed.

Now he was filled with certain thoughts, and even the mana in his body began to boil.

Go to the secret place!

If you are banned and excluded, immediately find a place to form an elixir.

On the contrary, maybe it will take a while.

After all, that sixth-level eclipse bud is related to the improvement of the realm of physical cultivation.

With his magical power, it is easy to kill Yuan Dan and fake it.

The monk who wins the last prize and gets the divine bud will most likely be him.

…

Half a day later, in the sky over a lake, a white flying car sped past, attracting stars all around.

At this moment, in a cloud in the sky, an ancient green sword with a length of more than ten feet suddenly appeared, and slashed it into the air, splitting the vulnerable speed car into two halves.

"boom!"

The magic weapon fragments scattered all over the sky like a rain of flowers, and the four figures immediately spread out and rolled out.

However, one of the men and one of the women had a unique blood stain between their eyebrows, running through their bodies, and they had obviously died.

"Why did fellow Taoist massacre the Kunpeng Alliance for no reason?"

At the same time as he landed, a young man in luxurious clothes clapped his hand, levitated, and offered a high-grade Taoist artifact with fearful eyes.

Behind him, the ancient green long sword, filled with vast sword energy, struck him unceremoniously.

Staring at this menacing spiritual sword, Ma Hujing felt quite familiar, and a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

Chen Ping, who calls himself Senior Brother Yang Ziyu!

This person is also a great swordsman who combines his sword with his own.

Ma Hujing immediately regretted it.

He originally estimated that his strength was almost the same as Chen Ping, so he dared to continue to threaten Yang Ziyu.

Now, at a glance, Chen Ping's magical powers are far beyond what he can match!

"Leader Ma has bullied my junior brother over and over again, and there is no way he can escape the death penalty."

A chuckle resounded all around, but what was reflected outside was the roar of sword energy and the roar of the wind.

This is naturally Chen Ping who followed Kun Pengmeng and others all the way from the Guzhou Plain.

What is more regrettable is that the Kunpeng Alliance chose to separate halfway.

A few people who left were lucky enough to escape.

The two bodies that fell down from the speeding car were Bai Ling and Tong Guan and his wife.

Ma Hujing, on the other hand, was a half-step golden elixir and was slightly stronger, barely blocking his shocking sword.

"Senior brother is here to save me!"

Yang Ziyu rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment. After he stopped his strength, he couldn't help crying with joy.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please listen to my explanation!"

Seeing that Chen Ping did not conceal his murderous intention, Ma Hujing was greatly confused and quickly begged for mercy.

But the only thing that responded to him was the green sword light that filled the sky.

In just two breaths, half a mile around his body was wrapped in sword energy.

Loud noises came from inside one after another.

The next moment, the violent and terrifying sword energy dispersed, and Ma Hujing fell to the ground in a pool of blood, his body and soul extinguished.

"He died like this?"

Yang Ziyu's eyes widened, and the goatee on his chin trembled violently.

Ma Hujing was a famous half-step golden elixir, but he simply died without even releasing the tamed third-level spirit beast.

What is the strength of Brother Xianyang?

There are no fake alchemy monks like this.

"Junior brother, what a hard life it is. I followed my brother's words and immediately returned to Fuyou City. Unexpectedly, I was intercepted halfway by the monks from the Kunpeng Alliance..."

Yang Ziyu spoke with a sad face, but the words suddenly stopped.

That handle is stained with fresh blood

Liquid's long sword flew towards him and stopped three inches away from his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a cold thought came over: "There is no need to say anything else. How many years do you plan to pay off the three million spiritual stones you owe me?"

"What do you mean, senior brother?"

Yang Ziyu's lips trembled, and his expression was extremely astonished.

"The life of a Yuandan monk is not worth this price?"

The green long sword buzzed and moved closer.

"Worth it, it's worth it."

Yang Ziyu suddenly realized and said with a wry smile: "Junior Brother Rong will pay back slowly over a hundred years."

"allow."

With a thought in the Chunyang Sword, it circled around a few times, then rolled up the three corpses and rushed into the sky.

"It's over, the rest of my life is over."

At this moment, Yang Ziyu just wanted to hold his head and cry.

But looking back at the magical powers displayed by his senior brother, he regained some energy.

In an attitude of cutting back on clothes and dieting, Yang Ziyu carefully picked up the wreckage of the flying vehicle scattered everywhere, and then immediately left in the direction of the outside of the island.

The two disappeared about ten breaths later.

Suddenly, a ball of light yellow spiritual fire several feet high appeared on the spot.

"It's a bit interesting, but that's all."

Amidst the slowly burning flames, there was a vague figure flashing.

In the next breath, this ball of spiritual fire pounced towards the ground below, and the person sank directly into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

…

After bypassing a steep cliff, Chen Ping continued to move forward with his head calmly.

This area is still the central area of ​​Tianshou Island.

But it is already on the periphery, very far away from the lairs of the major fourth-level monsters.

"Not a single small fish was caught. Could it be that they were driven away by the big ones?"

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed, and then a sneer appeared.

After identifying a direction, Chen Ping injected mana into the soles of his feet without hesitation.

The black light exploded, and he turned into a ball of blood and shot out.

A hundred miles away, a strange thing with rising flames enveloped Bai Xia. After a long roar, it chased after him.

Halfway through, Chen Ping looked back.

Although the flame was still far away, with Chen Ping's powerful spiritual consciousness, he could see it clearly in the blink of an eye.

The image of this thing is really weird.

Because of the white light blocking the detection of spiritual consciousness, Chen Ping could only roughly see the appearance.

The whole body seemed to be a gray skeleton that looked like a normal person, but every inch was stained with beating light yellow spiritual fire.

If you look closely, you will see that the thing that looks like a skeleton has a pair of dark red bone wings four or five feet long extending out from the back. The runes on them are fluttering and the glimmering light is flowing.

There was a faint and overwhelming aura of evil.
To be continued...