From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 292: 3 Palms Smashed

It was Ao Chengxin who came from afar. Seeing this, he finally took action without any hesitation.

Riding on the clouds consumes very little mana, and she is now almost at her peak state.

Ao Ping was caught off guard by this slap and broke one of his arms immediately.

However, the magic power surged rapidly, and it seemed that everything was back to normal in an instant.

Only the dull pain in his left arm reminded him that it was not easy to carry the ball.

The vitality of a Jindan cultivator is extremely strong, and it is easy for them to regenerate severed limbs.

In addition, his spiritual consciousness can directly control the real world. Even if his head is cut off, as long as his spirituality is not lost, he can reattach it by himself.

The hand that grabbed the Dragon King's seal easily took it into its pocket, and the hidden person appeared as well.

Chengxin's dragon blood was purer and richer, and the seal immediately forgot about Ao Ping and jumped into the arms of its new master.

The magic power entered it like a young swallow returning to its nest, easily refining the restrictions above.

On the other side, he was not idle either. He concentrated his mind and summoned a golden sword from his dantian, and stabbed at the golden elixir dragon with lightning speed.

It has transformed from a slightly magical carp to a leader among the dragon bloodlines, and its shape has naturally changed greatly.

So he took a dorsal fin bone from his own remains and refined it into his life-long magic weapon.

Although it is not as good as those thousand-year-old spiritual trees, it has a close connection with its own nature and has the growth potential that matches its own bloodline.

With the addition of some natural treasures and the essence of the five elements, its sharpness is no less severe.

After decades of continuous sacrifice and refinement, it has now reached the third-grade upper grade.

Ao Ping was born in Gunshui River Prefecture, so he naturally had many defensive means.

But its power was only reduced by a few percent, and the sword light managed to penetrate it.

The three-foot-long sword continued to move forward without slowing down, cutting off a large piece of flesh from his back.

The domineering magic power took the opportunity to surge in, wantonly destroying the vitality in the body.

The red dragon blood with golden spots was sprinkled over the lake, and I wonder how many fish and shrimps it can open the door to cultivation.

In a flash, Ao Ping also reacted.

All the magical power in his body gathered on the surface of his body, shaking away the sword that was still eyeing him.

Then a large green shield rose in front of him, blocking the attack firmly in front of him.

The magic power that lost contact was like water without a source and was quickly expelled.

The bowl-sized hole stopped bleeding instantly and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ao Ping and Cheng Xin are both in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but he had entered this realm three decades ago.

His accumulated magical powers are profound, several times that of the cultivators who have just entered this realm.

For demon races with special bloodlines like the dragon and phoenix families, the requirements for spiritual roots are much lower than those of humans and ordinary demon races.

The closer the bloodline is to those of real dragons and phoenixes, the more power from somewhere unknown will bless you and help you break through many bottlenecks along the way.

But success or failure depends on blood.

This Jindan Demon King from the Gunshui Dragon Palace was greatly restrained by Ao Chengxin's dragon might.

"How dare you, little brat, bully me!" Ao Ping was furious. How could someone with such strength sneak attack him? He was truly shameless.

Judging from the fight just now, this creature of the same species in front of him could not be more than two hundred years old.

Both the magic power and spiritual awareness reveal a vigorous and vigorous aura that is difficult to fake.

Ao Ping has been practicing for six hundred years, and he has been stuck at the bottleneck of the late Jindan stage for more than a hundred years and has not been able to enter yet.

The other person was very young, but he had reached the same level as him.

If he knew that this fellow tribesman in front of him had been practicing for less than a hundred years, he would probably be so jealous that he went crazy.

After several tentative confrontations and finding that he could not gain any advantage, he decisively used his most powerful trick.

In order for alien species to purify their own blood, in addition to years of hard training and consumption of rare treasures, they also devour fellow species whose blood is similar to or even higher than their own.

To some extent, this fellow with extraordinary talent in front of him is the most precious treasure to Ao Ping.

He is one of the twenty-one golden elixirs under the current Gunshui River Lord, and his ancestor was also a Nascent Soul Dragon King.

He Bo once gave him a talisman bead that could enable him to exert the combat power of the Nascent Soul Realm for about half a minute.

With the support of the Dragon Palace for many years, there is no shortage of ordinary resources. After only using them a few times, most of the magic power stored in it is still left.

It might only take a few breaths to deal with the golden elixir in front of you.

He just offered up an ochre-colored bead, and a vast aura quickly awakened from it.

I just don’t know what means that person left behind. If he knew the existence of this dragon creature, he would probably not be able to help but fight for it.

But he soon didn't have to worry about it. Seeing this, Chengxin raised his sleeves slightly and shook out a two-foot long scroll.

The scroll stretched out, and a young man walked out from it, but his face was blurry and I forgot him in an instant after seeing him.

When you go out, everyone has a backstage.

In addition to cultivation, Chen Yu's hobbies include setting up formations, drawing talismans, refining equipment, and fishing.

There is no urgency of running out of life and fighting against heaven, but there is the worry of having elixirs everywhere but nowhere to use them.

He can use the talisman alone to create many different uses.

Now when he makes talismans, he no longer uses simple rune outlines, but instead uses paintings to cultivate his sentiments.

The runes are hidden in the texture of the characters and background, which is truly a work of art.

He also used thousand-year-old exotic herbs to make thick talisman paper, and used spiritual herbs above the third level as ink, relying on the realm of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The larger the size, the more precious the material, and naturally the more mana it can store.

Chen Yu usually paints a few paintings when he has nothing to do. Over the years, he has earned at least eight hundred paintings, if not a thousand.

The demon king under your lord goes out to look for his own opportunity, so it is not very reasonable for him to carry a few of them with him.

At the same time, a spirit rose from the talisman bead. It was about the size of an ordinary person, wearing a Taoist robe and a crown on its head. It was impossible to tell whether it was a male or a female.

His expression is a little stiff, and it is obvious that the creator did not spend much time on it.

Although not as agile as Chen Yu's Dharma body that walked out of the scroll, he is also a real Nascent Soul early stage cultivator.

Feeling the other person's aura fluctuations that were somewhat stronger than his own, he was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something.

However, the spirit did not give him the chance and slapped him directly.

The fighting styles of high-level monks can be either flashy or simple.

With just a simple slap, the Dharmakāya of He Bo felt as if it had nowhere to hide.

He hastily raised his hands to hold on, and retreated dozens of miles away with a loud bang.

This kind of spirit that is born from talismans often does not have many means at its disposal.

What they are competing for is who has higher cultivation and more profound magical powers.

It is natural that they can crush cultivators of lower levels, but they are unable to defeat cultivators of the same level.

In just one instant, 30% of the magic power stored in the talisman was gone, and the already weak spirit body was showing signs of disintegration.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment!" The figure tried to communicate through spiritual consciousness, but the other party remained unmoved.

When this talisman was made, he should have been in the early Nascent Soul stage. So far, his cultivation level is at most on par with his, and his strength is far inferior to his.

If it weren't for the life-saving talisman of the Dragon King's position, I would have killed him even if I came in person.

After all, the human race is powerful, and their lack of strength cannot be blamed on others. The Dragon Palace can only save their lives at most.

The second palm followed, knocking him to the point of being on the verge of collapse.

Only three breaths had passed since it appeared, and the magic power in the talisman was about to be exhausted, and its breath was rapidly weakening.

This talisman bead was originally only of the third-grade upper grade, but it was forcibly infused with the power of the Nascent Soul Realm.

The strength he displayed was only at the initial stage of Nascent Soul, and could not be compared with a real Nascent Soul cultivator.

After the third palm strike, the spirit body ran out of power and was instantly shattered.

At the same time, the talisman bead also lost its support, and then its spiritual light disappeared completely and shattered.