Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

The smoke and dust dissipated, and just as the two were about to make a move, they saw a red spirit sword flashing with powerful light and striking at the two of them.

"The best magic weapon!"

Zheng Zhicheng exclaimed, "Yuan'er, hide quickly."

The black devil casually threw Zheng Zhicheng away, then rolled on the spot, avoiding his vitals.

The red spirit sword left a foot-deep wound on his back and ripped a hole through him.

Isn’t this even dead? Su Ping secretly thought it was a pity and was planning to take action.

Black mist surged rapidly from the black devil's wound, suppressing the injury. Then he turned over, half-crouched and slapped Su Ping's direction with both hands, and at the same time let out a violent roar.

A black spiritual storm hit Su Ping. Su Ping quickly recalled the red leaf and flew backward with the help of the spiritual storm. At the same time, he held the red leaf with both hands, raised it high, and then slashed forward.

A red sword energy came out of the body and split the black storm into two.

Su Ping's face was a little pale at this time. The Royal Master's best magic weapon consumed a lot of money for him, and his spiritual power was somewhat exhausted at this time.

Looking at the black evil ghost, it seems that this move has consumed a lot of him, and his figure has shrunk. At this time, he is squatting and breathing heavily, and black blood is constantly spurting out from his mouth.

Su Ping quickly took a pill to restore his mana and looked ahead cautiously.

At this time, Zheng Zhicheng walked over with a gloomy expression, "Su Ping, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that you actually have the Fire Cloud Talisman and the best magic weapon."

"It seems that your status in Xuantian Sect is not low, but it doesn't matter. When I, Yuan'er, take away your body, these will all be ours."

Hahahaha

Su Ping didn't say anything, but danced the red leaves into a sword flower and placed it across his chest.

"Su Ping, you don't think that a top-quality magical weapon can turn defeat into victory, do you? With your cultivation at the fifth level of Qi refining, how many tricks can you use?"

As he said that, he and the black evil ghost came to attack, Su Ping held Zheng Zhicheng's black long sword, then moved Xuantian Step, turned over, and came behind the black evil ghost.

Hongye stabbed the black evil ghost, but a bone shield suddenly appeared in the black evil ghost's hand, blocking Hongye.

Although the red leaves smashed the bone shield, the black devil's fists came like a violent storm.

The golden bell lighted up again on Su Ping's body. The golden bell immediately trembled wildly, then shattered and was blown away by the black evil ghost's punch.

Fortunately, the golden bell shadow withstood most of the power of the black evil ghost's fist. Su Ping still felt an unrivaled force entering his body, destroying his body wantonly.

His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he twisted his body in the air to avoid Zheng Zhicheng's long sword.

"Oh!"

Although he dodged the sword, he was still kicked away by Zheng Zhicheng, and after close contact with the rock, he slid down weakly.

Su Ping stood up tremblingly, leaning on the red leaf, and quickly took a healing elixir. The power of the medicine was dissipated in his body, and he finally regained his breath.

At this time, the black evil spirit shrank in size again, lying on the ground and chewing on the corpse. The scene was extremely disgusting.

Fortunately, the evil ghost paused his attack, otherwise he might not be able to continue.

"Su Ping, I didn't expect that you have a lot of talismans. What other methods can you use?" Zheng Zhicheng also felt a little disgusted and glanced at the black evil ghost helplessly and disgustedly.

"Yuan'er, don't eat it. Hurry and seriously injure him so that you can take over his body."

"Father, I'm hungry!"

Zheng Zhicheng took a deep breath, feeling helpless.

Su Ping looked very unhappy at this time. He reached out and touched his waist, and two red talismans appeared in his hand.

"You still have it?" Zheng Zhicheng was a little crazy, "Why are you so valuable in your Qi refining period! Since there is power behind you, why do you come out to do sect tasks?"

No matter what he thought, Su Ping was about to cast the Fire Cloud Talisman when he saw a small bell magic weapon appearing in Zheng Zhicheng's hand. His spiritual power surged wildly and he shook the small bell in his hand.

"when!"

The bell rang, and an invisible sound wave hit Su Ping.

Su Ping secretly thought that something was wrong, so he only had time to pour all his strength into the robe without any hesitation.

Then the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and his eyes were confused and sluggish.

The two Fire Cloud Talismans that had not yet turned into fire clouds fell to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Zheng Zhicheng smiled a little arrogantly, "Yuan'er, do it!"

The black evil ghost dug out a handful of flesh and blood from the corpse and stuffed it into his mouth. He rushed towards Su Ping, and the shadow of fists in the sky overwhelmed Su Ping.

"bang"

A powerful spiritual shield opened from the cassock, covering Su Ping and blocking the shadow of the fist. No matter how the black evil ghost attacked, the shield of the cassock only trembled wildly and was never damaged.

"The best robe!"

Zheng Zhicheng was already numb at this time, and at the same time he felt a little regretful. The second son's net worth was so rich, and his background must be extremely profound. Even if he took over the body, people would notice the clues.

If they are killed, it will also trigger an investigation by Xuantian Sect. Once the investigation is serious, they will not be able to hide. Thinking of this, their hearts tremble.

The worst case scenario would be to just fly away and start over from scratch. Nothing could compare to his Yuan'er.

He jumped up and joined in the attack.

Thanks to the power of his spiritual consciousness, the vibration of Su Ping's sea of ​​consciousness had stopped at this time. When the small hammer in the sea of ​​consciousness hit the invisible sound waves, Su Ping's eyes immediately began to struggle and he was about to wake up.

At this time, there were some cracks in the shield of the cassock. Zheng Zhicheng felt happy, but looked at Su Ping, whose eyes gradually brightened, and became extremely anxious.

Before he had time to think about it, Su Ping woke up completely and looked at the falling black fist. He waved the red leaves in his hand and the black evil spirit let out a shrill howl.

Black blood spurted out like a column of rain, but the hands of the black evil spirit were chopped off by Hong Ye at the elbow level.

"Yuan'er!" Zheng Zhicheng was filled with grief, and then felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a red spiritual sword passing through his heart.

"You! You! You..." Looking at Su Ping in disbelief, blood kept pouring from his mouth, and his words were slurred.

Su Pingping pulled out his long sword expressionlessly, and Zheng Zhicheng fell back weakly, and then crawled towards the black evil ghost.

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er!"

The black evil spirit stopped howling and turned to look at Zheng Zhicheng, his eyes blood red and extremely crazy.

"Father, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

Then he started to chew on Zheng Zhicheng. Regardless of the pain in his body, Zheng Zhicheng showed a fatherly look in his eyes and reached out to touch the face of the black devil.

The black evil ghost completely lost his mind and just kept chewing. Su Ping felt a chill in his heart when he saw it.

With the chewing, the hands that were broken at the elbow began to grow.

Su Ping regained a little bit of mana in his body, and no longer hesitated. The imperial emissary Hongye twirled the evil spirit's neck, stopped biting, and threw the head away.

With a roll of mana, Su Ping took Zheng Zhicheng's storage bag in his hand. He penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness and found that there were thousands of spiritual stones and a book of exercises inside.

He separated five hundred spiritual stones and put them into his storage bag, and rolled Zheng Zhicheng's mini clock into the storage bag.

Then he put Zheng Zhicheng's body, the black spirit sword, and the evil ghost's body into Zheng Zhicheng's storage bag and hung it on his waist.

After a brief breath adjustment, all the corpses here were rolled into a pile with magic power, and a fireball floated out, igniting a raging fire.

Then he drove Xuantian Ye away.