Rural Shennong

Chen Ping is not a good man and a believer.

If his rune fails, Yan Luo will turn into a puppet with no emotion and self-awareness, only a puppet in the realm of cultivation, and that will do nothing to Chen Ping.

He didn't break his promise either, Yan Luo didn't die anyway.

Fortunately, Chen Ping succeeded.

As soon as the rune was generated, Yan Luo's eyes lit up with a mixture of worship and belief.

She had developed absolute loyalty to Chen Ping, even if Chen Ping let her die, she would not frown.

Chen Ping asked Lei Luan to let go of Yan Luo, and she immediately half-kneeled on the ground: "Master, please forgive this servant's offense!"

"Get up, the past is over!" Chen Ping said calmly: "From now on, you don't need to call yourself a slave, and don't call me a master, just call me the boss."

Yan Luo stood up and cupped his hands: "Yes! Boss!"

Without the threat of the Spirit Pagoda, Si Qi and Geng Yin died, and the two superhumans in Zizhangtai escaped and surrendered, and the strength of Qishan City plummeted.

There was also Wulu inside the city as the internal response, and the army surrounded the city from all sides, and the inside and the outside cooperated to destroy it. In less than half a day, Qishan City fell into Chen Ping's hands.

But there was no joy on Chen Ping's face, on the contrary, he was depressed like a big stone was pressed down on his heart.

He Guan really came across the sea with Zizhangtai in a threatening manner, and left in a crushing defeat. Not only did he not get any benefits, but he also lost his troops and even lost Yan Luo. It's no wonder that He Guan didn't go crazy.

He will definitely reveal all the information here when he goes back.

Even a saint, with Chen Ping's current cultivation base, he can barely make a draw.

But the other party actually had three, and there were a lot of supernatural beings.

In a valley thirty miles away from Qishan City, Chen Ping, who had just buried Siqi and Gengyin, stood in front of the tomb with his hands behind his back, looking at the two tombs that accompanied each other: "Although I and these two people used to be They are endless enemies, but what they did before they died is also admirable."

Lei Luan said indifferently: "Well, they are stronger and more bloody than those few students of your Tianshengwu University who are not up to date."

"Chen Ping, the three saints from the Fallen Immortal Sea will come suddenly at some point, can we hold it?"

Chen Ping sighed: "There are more than three saints."

"I know from Yan Luo's memory that there are dozens of sects, large and small, in Meteor Immortal Sea, and those like Zizhangtai can barely rank in the top ten."

"I'm afraid that they will gather a large number of elites from various sects in the Meteor Immortal Sea to come out."

"At that time, there will be no need for those three saints to take action in person. Just an attacking group composed of a dozen or so extraordinary and leading hundreds of top martial arts masters is enough to form a crushing force against us."

"That's the end of the catastrophe!"

Before Lei Luan could speak, Yan Luo said: "Boss, He Guan really has only a dozen or so people left, and it would take a year and a half to steer the big boat back, let alone steer the long-distance pagoda on the boat." Get in touch with Meteor Immortal Sea."

"When he arrives at Meteor Immortal Sea, he still needs to contact the three major sects. When the three major sects organize their manned fleets to set sail again, it may take close to two years to kill them again."

"Such a long time is enough for us to arrange in advance."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows: "What do you think?"

Yan Luo replied: "Boss, we can find a way to block all the entrances of the secret realms leading to the earth with a large array, and keep them out of the earth."

Chen Ping was silent for a moment: "The gates of the northern Xinjiang secret realm have been blasted open, and it is very difficult to close them."

"And the saint's methods are unpredictable, and the formation may not be able to stop them."

"I do know some very powerful formations, even a saint can't break them, but those formations, either because I don't have enough cultivation, I can't arrange them, or the materials for the formations are too hard to find, and I can't get them at all."

Yan Luo tentatively said, "Boss, aren't there other entrances to secret realms on Earth?"

"Why do we have to stick to this place?"

"If you want me to say, we might as well collect as much resources in this secret realm as possible in the past ten years or so, and destructive mining doesn't matter."

"Then close the entrance to the secret realm. It would be best if we can stop the Meteor Immortal Sea army. If we can't stop it, we will give up on Earth and retreat to other secret realms."

"The secret gates of other secret realms have not been blasted open. Once they are closed, they may not be so easy to break through, right?"

In fact, Chen Ping has also thought about this method. For example, he can evacuate everyone to the Heavenly Sacred Secret Realm.

But Chen Ping didn't want to give up so quickly.

It is hard to leave the homeland, and the traces of civilization bred on the earth are deeply rooted in that time and space.

Yan Luo is not from the Earth, so of course Chen Ping would not care about it, but Chen Ping is a native of the Earth, a native of Huaguo.

He doesn't want to think that one day in the future, his descendants can only hide on a big island in a secret place, and imagine what the homeland and starry sky of the earth look like through pictures and words.

Chen Ping shook his head resolutely: "The secret land of Northern Xinjiang can be given up, but I will never give up on Earth if it is not at the last moment of genocide!"

Lei Luan stepped forward and grabbed Chen Ping's hand: "No matter what you choose, I will support you."