Lord of Time!

Chapter 245 A Sword Pingshan, the Rainbow Light Appears
After thinking about it, Chen Ping picked up the Black Dragon Sword again.

Still somewhat reluctant to give up.

"Let's find out who has the best weapon refining skills in the southern realm? Tempering the remaining essence of the Black Dragon Sword and forging it together with my Wuwei Halberd..."

Speaking of the words "Wuwei Ji".

Chen Ping paused slightly.

Look at what a bad name this is. I really don’t want to look for the master iron smelter in Yuanxi County again.

As soon as he said these words, Chen Ping suddenly felt a hint of gratitude coming from the remaining half of the Black Dragon Sword.

He was slightly delighted.

After careful inspection, I found that there was nothing.

He couldn't help but sigh and handed the black sword blade to Han Xiaoru who was leaning next to him.

This girl is so bold, and she is not afraid of being hurt by the aftermath of the confrontation between gods and martial arts. Just now, Chen Ping was pierced through the chest by the flowing sword, and she almost rushed over to block him.

She is simply a typical example of a silly elder sister.

I didn't even think about it, how could she be able to stop it with her body.

I'm afraid that as soon as it touches the sword light, it will turn into powder.

"Okay, I know you need a very heavy weapon, and I think the painted halberd is too light."

Han Xiaoru squinted her eyes and smiled, thinking that she still had to find the master who was not a master, but this time she couldn't let her junior brother know.

That guy didn’t know what was going on, he was too sexual.

Forge a weapon, but you have to give a name to secretly warn the person who uses this weapon...

No wonder he had great ambitions to create his unique skills, but in the end he could only hide in the backcountry and live in poverty in a small county town.

After she nodded in agreement, she looked at Ji Mingyue who followed and smiled, and asked: "The disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect are about to be exterminated. I don't know about these servants and... concubines."

Let’s call her a concubine.

Han Xiaoru looked a little unbearable.

Naturally, she also saw some trembling women with chains tied to their bodies in the palace at the back of the mountain.

These women generally have beautiful faces, but their eyes are blank and dull.

Obviously, he has been tortured to the point where his spirituality has almost disappeared.

Chen Ping looked indifferent, with a slight sneer: "There's no rush."

He stepped forward, pointed two fingers between his eyebrows, and a ray of light shot out, shining like melting moonlight on the girls in the back hall.

Suddenly he spoke up: "Venerable Yuxiao, do you think that by seizing a female body and doing such a shameless thing, you can hide it from my eyes?"

The voice fell.

None of the women responded.

Chen Ping didn't care either.

The newly obtained Yuxiao Sword was infused with dragon essence, emitting a jade-colored brilliance, rumbled and shone with five-colored thunder, and a powerful majesty emanated faintly.

The extremely sharp light, which was about to destroy the soul, had already crossed dozens of feet before he could draw his sword, and was locked on a small woman lying on the ground behind the girls.

The woman was wearing a maid's short dress and looked delicate and pretty. It seemed that she had just been kidnapped up the mountain and had not been tortured to the point of losing herself.

When he was illuminated by the sword light, his expression immediately changed, and something he held in his hand made a crisp sound.

As the sound of tiny cracks appeared in everyone's ears, the woman's figure was weak, the wind was strong around her, and the thunder flashed wildly. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden thunder light, streaking through the air and walking away for several miles.

Shooting towards the distance.

"Little Wind and Thunder Escape Technique."

Chen Ping had seen Venerable Yuxiao use this escape method many times before. It came and went like lightning, and it was instantaneous with every thought.

It was so fast that even his own attacks failed to land.

It's hard to win even if you want to fight head-on.

If not, he wouldn't have fought dozens of moves with Master Yuxiao.

Even, in the end, the opponent found an opportunity to use the Purple Sky Divine Thunder and the Sword Controlling Technique. If it weren't for the [Brahma I'm Like One] method that is too heaven-defying, and the damage reduction substitute contains some secrets of magical powers, he would have been defeated. The flowing light sword stabbed him directly and caused serious injuries, which even Aoki's Longevity Technique would find difficult to recover from.

Seeing this escaping light at this time, he had long been mentally prepared.

At the same time as the thunder light just appeared.

The Jade Xiao Sword in his hand has already been swung flatly.

The vast dragon essence that was like a lake in the body immediately found an outlet to vent, gathered on the sword body, and turned into a slender jet black water line.

As soon as this water light comes out and catches people's eyes, it makes people feel that their hearts are heavy, as if they are falling down a mountain thousands of miles away.

"call out……"

The pitch-black water line left the sword's edge, whistling forward, soaring against the wind, and before rushing half a mile, it turned into a sky river.

In the distance, a rocky mountain towering as high as a sword was cut by Bai Liang's water line, and it exploded into powder without sound.

The woman in green had just escaped here when she was passed through by the waterline.

Let out a roar that shook the void.

"Chen Ping, you are so cruel."

The voice was gloomy and vigorous, and it really was the voice of Venerable Yu Xiao.

It is even more mixed with the clear voice of a girl.

But no matter who it is.

Under Chen Ping's [Infinite Sea] style, it was like a small drop of water in the ocean tide, blending into the vast river of sword light without stirring up even a single wave.

With the sound dissipated.

On Shenxiao Peak, a ray of rainbow light first appeared.

Immediately afterwards, this rainbow light became bigger and bigger, and longer and longer, until it spanned the north and south, exuding a brilliant luster.

There is even a hint of joyful emotion faintly, appearing from the colorful light.

Reflected in everyone's heart.

It's like the sky clears after a long rain.

It makes people suddenly enlightened.

"what……"

Chen Ping was slightly surprised.

This situation was something he had never experienced before.

At this time, even with his level of cultivation, he could feel that the fourth level was slightly loose, and the Long Yuan had condensed a little more and became a little thicker.

A trace of mist flowed into his body from between heaven and earth.

This is a reward, right?
Chen Ping was a little unsure.

"It's the celebration of heaven and earth, spiritual energy rewards, maybe, even our energy has increased a little?"

Han Xiaoru jumped three feet high.

He was as happy as a [-]-pound child.

Well, after practicing the Hunyuan Golden Body Technique, her strength has greatly increased, and her combat power is extremely strong. At the same time, she is also nearly twice as heavy as a woman of the same body type.

This is inevitable.

The bones and blood marrow have evolved and transformed several times. It would be unreasonable if the weight remained the same.

Chen Ping was overjoyed at first, then took a closer look at the innocent smile on Han Xiaoru's face, and suddenly understood, "Is this the news recorded in ancient rumors and immortal legends again?"

"Yes, yes, the Biography of Immortals is absolutely correct, especially in the Shanshui Travel Notes written by Changxi Shanren, which once described in detail the changes in heaven and earth after the death of Lord Shenwu.

It's just like it is at this time, but it's good for everyone who sees it.

Even newborn babies hundreds of miles away will have greatly increased talents in cultivation. I don’t know what the reason is? "

Han Xiaoru looked like you believe me, please believe me.

Chen Ping couldn't help but want to laugh.

The officials and people in Huancheng and Fenggu are afraid that their eyes will be blurred by bird droppings. What kind of eyes do they have to call such a big boy "Blood Jade Rakshasa".

"It turns out that there really is a saying that this cultivator is the biggest cancer in the world."

Chen Ping vaguely understood a truth.

Could it be that the Dharma-ending era in the previous life was the final destination and the final glory of heaven and earth?

Thinking of this, he was a little speechless.

Heaven and earth are merciless, heaven and earth love, which statement is true?
"Junior brother, how do you know that Venerable Yuxiao is not completely dead?"

After Han Xiaoru was shocked by the rainbow hanging high in the sky, she thought of the long river-like sword light before. At this time, her pupils were still reflecting the scene of the collapsed mountain in front of her, as if the sky was falling, so she didn't bite her. teeth.

She was used to Chen Ping using powerful skills that she could never imagine or understand from time to time.

However, Chen Ping was still deeply puzzled by the fact that Venerable Yu Xiao could easily find out that Venerable Yu Xiao was still alive, but he was still possessed by a maid, waiting for an opportunity to pass the test.

She roughly guessed that this was because of the soul technique.

However, my own observations have already broken through to the state of the soul leaving the body, but I still haven't found the slightest flaw.

You also entered the world opposite the Tongtian Tower, why are you so good?

Han Xiaoru looked at Chen Ping with eyes that almost made her water drop.

I really want to ask, but I am too embarrassed to ask.

Maybe it involves some secrets of junior brother.

"If senior sister reaches the realm of soul manifestation and develops spiritual consciousness, she should be able to discover it."

Chen Ping pondered for a moment and said slowly.

Of course this is not the case.

Previously, there were sound and light effects like the crash of the sun and moon essence rings, and the landslides and ground cracks.

There was also Venerable Yuxiao who exploded his body, consumed all his essence and blood and struck with his sword, his murderous intent soaring to the sky.

Even if he has a powerful spiritual consciousness in the realm of manifesting a saint, and can detect subtle things and observe the heaven and earth, he still cannot be distracted.

Not to mention being distracted, if you are not careful, you will be killed directly by that incredibly sharp sword light... It seems that you were not seriously injured, and you can handle it easily.

In fact, Chen Ping has already tried his best.

He even used his life-saving trump cards.

Which is tough.

Not enough for outsiders.

There was only one real reason why he could find out why Lord Yuxiao was not dead, and that was that he did not gain any luck points.

The problem is coming.

This battle has been fought.

It has to be settled no matter what.

In harvest season, there is no harvest.

That's the biggest doubt.

Then I used the idea of ​​manifesting the Holy Spirit to observe the breath carefully, and found something wrong with it...

If he hadn't already had a prejudice in his heart, he would definitely not have been able to discover the little maid hidden among those poor women if Venerable Yuxiao was still alive.

This group of people was taken captive to the mountains and humiliated wantonly. Their spirits were almost broken.

Their lives have basically been ruined, who would have the heart to make things more difficult?

It can be seen from this that the backup plan left by Venerable Yuxiao is indeed extremely subtle.

To be able to live for two to three hundred years is not only strong enough in cultivation and combat, but also considered cunning and cunning. It is really a blessing to be able to manage such a powerful party.

Inner Consciousness, +1320 points of catastrophe, the information floated in front of my eyes.

Chen Ping was very satisfied.

From the third level of Shenwu to the fourth level of Shenwu is a bottleneck.

Ordinary practitioners, at this time, will try every means to find treasures from heaven and earth, or refine pills, or make medicinal soups, or even go to some dangerous places to fight for a chance of enlightenment and breakthrough between life and death.

This kind of time can range from decades to seven or eight years.

Some practitioners who have exhausted their talents can even be stuck in front of this bottleneck for a lifetime, unable to break through until their life span is exhausted.

It is conceivable that if it is someone else, it will definitely be stuck.

Although it is not as good as the big hurdle from the Unity Realm to the Divine Martial Realm, this small hurdle is actually not easy to break.

But Chen Ping was different.

He gets lucky when he overcomes calamity, and when he breaks through a situation, it is like drinking water and eating.

As long as there are enough luck points, no matter whether it is a big bottleneck or a small bottleneck, it doesn't matter to him.

Of course, his catastrophe points are less than [-] points now.

There are still nearly three thousand points of catastrophe, and there are still many gaps to break through the fourth level of Shenwu.

The increase in practice and understanding of laws brought about by strong comprehension and root bones can reduce some of the consumption of calamity as time goes by.

But no matter how much it is reduced, if you want to break through the realm in a short time, you will still need a lot of luck points.

This thought was running through my mind.

Chen Ping did not forget to arrange for his excited soldiers to handle the follow-up matters.

For example, searching for property and treasures, talking about surrendering the remaining prisoners, determining whether they were disciples who went up to the mountain to worship on their own initiative or civilians who were taken captive on the mountain... and then resettle them one by one.

Chen Ping doesn't need to worry too much about these chores.

He mainly looked at the several sets of secret manuals searched from Zixiao Temple and Yuxiao Temple, and was slightly disappointed when he found that there were no Zixiao Divine Thunder Technique and Yujian Technique.

However, every loss has a gain.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, balls of light rise and fall one after another, and there is a golden ball of light floating and sinking, which is particularly eye-catching.

This is the chance light ball obtained by Venerable Yuxiao after his complete death.

Chen Ping naturally couldn't let him go.

He now has some experience.

For white or silver light balls, there is not much need to trace their origins to gain luck.

Even if he could find out the information and gain the opportunity, it wouldn't be of much help to him at this level.

However, golden and purple opportunities can either greatly enhance one's combat power and cultivation, or they can have a profound impact on one's future path.

Opportunities at this level cannot be let go, even if they are sold out.

Although the consumption of 160 points of blessing is a bit much.

It is nothing more than the gratitude of the people in the area under the rule of more than ten days.

As time goes by, the people in the south enjoy peace and live and work in peace and contentment.

As the Lord of the South and the advocate and implementer of the New Deal, Chen Ping had the blessings that no one could take away.

He now gets fourteen points of blessing every day.

Over time.

This kind of gain will slowly increase.

It is a trickle now, but one day it will become a torrent.

'My understanding...'

"My roots!"

'With such a benign development, one day, I will be able to achieve the root and understanding of innate holiness, or the talent of a true immortal. One day of enlightenment and practice can be as good as ordinary people's hundred years and thousands of years. '

'At that time, what else do I have to do to cultivate, I just lie flat, and I will become a fairy when I lie down. '

Thinking of the extremely beautiful place, Chen Ping couldn't help but reveal a thick smile on his lips, which made Ji Mingyue wonder.

"What good happened to Brother Qi?"

The little princess was also happy.

The little bird came closer like a human.

It was completely impossible to see the fierce reputation of her Mingyue Sword and the majesty of the Lord of Tianxin Pavilion.

"Of course there are good things."

Chen Ping stroked Xiao Mingyue's soft hair, only to feel the softness and smoothness of the touch, and he felt peaceful and joyful, and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the method of controlling swords that Venerable Yuxiao used earlier? When Brother Seven sorts it out, I will pass it on to you. You, you will also have your own killer move in the future."

This is true.

After resting for more than ten days and accumulating enough fortune points, Chen Ping was ready to go back to the source again.

Naturally, this extremely terrifying sword control technique cannot escape his own search and study.

Perhaps because Venerable Yuxiao's spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, or perhaps because his mind is not pure enough, his understanding of the sword technique has not reached the level of the sword's heart. To use it, it requires an explosion of blood and essence to destroy it.

But you don't have to.

Use the sword core of Tianxin Mingyue Sword to observe weaknesses, just like the bright moon in the sky and the stars shining in the sky.

He has a natural affinity and control over sword weapons.

It is definitely easy to use the art of sword control.

In this regard, Ji Mingyue, who has a strange talent, can break through the realm with just a set of Tianxin Mingyue Sword, just like drinking water. To say that she cannot learn this sword-controlling skill is to look down on others.

"Really?"

Princess Mingyue only now showed some signs of a little girl, and she almost jumped up with joy.

Seeing Brother Qi getting stronger and stronger, his moves as unpredictable as a god coming to the world, while she was happy from the bottom of her heart, she also felt a great pressure.

'Will it not be long before I can no longer see his back? '

'He no longer needs my help. By then, I won't even be qualified to stand by his side...'

Whenever she thinks about this, Ji Mingyue, who is only 16 years old, feels a sadness that transcends her age, quietly rising from the bottom of her heart.

She was very afraid that one day, she would go further and further away from Seventh Brother.

I can only look up at the other party, gradually ascending to the sky, and never see each other again.

"What are you thinking about? This boundless starry sky is too cold. Without a few close friends and old friends, it would always be boring."

It is partly to express one's thoughts and partly to set one's ambition.

Chen Ping's eyes were as melting as water and his smile was warm.

……

"Leng Leng Leng..."

A small gray shadow flew across the palace pavilion like an arrow and landed on a hill behind.

A servant in blue raised his head and stretched out his hand.

Micro flowers in front of my eyes.

He saw a gray bird with its neck swaying, landing on his arm and looking around, with an extremely agile expression.

The man in green took a closer look and saw that the little gray bird had a roll of white tied to its feet.

His eyes brightened, and he quickly and carefully took it off, took out the refined vanilla granules, spread them in the palm of his hand and fed them to the gray bird.

After the bird had eaten and drank enough, he held the white silk and moved quickly, passed through the jade screen, stepped across the Huaxi River, and came to a painting pavilion, bowed and whispered the report.

"Your Majesty, a letter with gray lettering No. 17 has arrived. It is estimated to be important news from the south."

"Bring it up."

There was silence in the room at first, and the people in green clothes almost thought that the Venerable was in seclusion again and never woke up.

After a while, I heard a warm and deep voice, and the small silk fabric held in my hand slowly floated into the pavilion as if being held by the wind.

"The south is unified, and the gods and warriors are dead!"

In the originally peaceful painting pavilion, that calm and gentle voice suddenly changed its tone.

"How is it possible? Yu Xiao is actually dead?"

……

(End of this chapter)