Chapter 408 It will be returned in the future!

As soon as the fairy weapon appeared, he immediately protected Jing Ping behind, and the flying sword directly cut on the gourd!

Ding!

A crisp but deafening loud noise began to appear, and the poisonous gourd was not damaged at all. On the contrary, the flying sword kept shaking!

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a strong breath began to appear in front of Jing Ping, looking at him in a daze.

This person is the Tongsheng.

The two looked at each other, and Tong Sheng's eyes were full of disbelief, while Jing Ping's eyes were full of coldness.

In his spiritual consciousness, this middle-aged man's cultivation is not strong, at most it is the peak of the beginning of the virtual world, but he can launch such a horrible attack, even cutting off his own arm!

Then Jing Ping's eyes looked at the ordinary flying sword suspended beside the middle-aged man, and his eyes narrowed.

He did not ask the middle-aged man why he attacked him, because he had already recognized the breath of this middle-aged man. It was the Tianchi monk who tried to use the method of sealing the sky and locking the sky that day.

"Come so fast! But why is there only such a person?" Jing Ping had a deep doubt in his heart, "And who owns this flying sword?"

No need for Jing Ping to think carefully, the Tongsheng here has already shouted, "What a demon, there is such a magic weapon that can resist the magic sword of my Uncle Tianchi!" But you can resist once, and you can resist twice! The aura of heaven and earth, listen to my order, get together!"

Between the words, a trace of strong fluctuations began to permeate the whole audience. The aura of thousands of miles was all taken away by him and gathered to Tongsheng's side, leaving nothing for Jing Ping!

Every move of the monk requires the aura of heaven and earth to be used, and breaking the aura is equivalent to breaking the source of mana, and only the mana stored in the body can be left.

"Go!" After Tongsheng finished all this, a word protruded in his mouth again.

Suddenly, the flying sword shook and cut at Jing Ping.

However, Jing Ping was a fool. Seeing that the flying sword came quickly, he entered the gourd without thinking about it. He let the flying sword kill it outside, but he was happy in the gourd.

"Is this sword the magic sword of his uncle? Those who can make the monks call their masters and uncles, their cultivation must be the Mahayana realm! No wonder my right arm is like a child's play!" Jing Ping looked at the broken right arm, and the real force began to re-derive, including the shocking crack on his shoulder, which began to be repaired by flesh and blood.

Don't look at his repair so easily, but the Taoist rhyme in his body is still there, which is contained in the magic sword. If an ordinary monk is subjected to this sword, even if he can escape, he will be tortured by this Taoist rhyme, and finally his soul will be destroyed.

However, Jing Ping is different. His feelings go straight to Da Luo, which can completely suppress all the Taoist rhymes under Da Luo. He only saw that he closed his eyes and did not move, but Yuan Ying, who was sitting in his body, began to shine, and the Taoist rhyme lurking in his body was suddenly attracted to Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying looked at the rhyme and found that it was very clean and not mixed with sinister thoughts, so she opened her mouth and swallowed it and ate it clean.

"Puff!" In the Tianchi Sect Hall, millions of miles away, the old man who was respectfully called his uncle by thousands of disciples suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, with a deep shock in his eyes, "It's not good! This demon can actually swallow my rhyme! Tongsheng, I can't save you."

At this time, Jing Ping did not know what happened in the Tianchizong Hall, because the killing of the outside world was still going on.

I only saw that Tong Sheng was like a mad demon, and the strong mana kept instilling into this magic sword, and he cut at the gourd.

He did not find that the magic sword had gradually lost its spirituality.

However, Jing Ping's spiritual sense was so keen that he immediately found that the power of the magic sword had been lost and had been reduced to an ordinary magic weapon.

"Humph!" Seeing this situation, Jing Ping immediately snorted coldly, and his figure appeared outside the gourd again.

Tong Sheng, who chopped crazily, couldn't push Jing Ping out for a long time, and his heart was already regressed. But at this time, Jing Ping's figure began to meet the thick line. He was immediately overjoyed and shouted, "Look at the sword!"

The flying sword came at Jingping again.

But this time, Jing Ping didn't even move. He just sneered. He rushed to the moon with one hand like a meteor, and suddenly grabbed it.

Stab...

A burst of gold and iron collision began to appear, and Jing Ping's hand and flying sword rubbed against a spark! No matter how the middle-aged man controls it, the flying sword can't move at all in his hand.

"How can this be!" When Tongsheng saw this scene, he was suddenly shocked. He knew that the origin of the flying sword was the magic sword of the Mahayana monk in the door, but there was no way to hurt Jing Ping at all.

However, the shock was not over. After Jing Ping pinched the magic sword, he pulled it with both hands and suddenly exerted his strength!

With the magic power of 990,000 dragons and tigers and the urge to kill the array, unparalleled destructive power broke out in an instant. I only heard a few crisp sounds. This magic sword was completely broken by Jing Ping, split into a few pieces and fell to the ground.

"No, I have to go!" When Tongsheng saw this scene, he immediately felt a chill in his heart. In an instant, he reacted and wanted to escape.

As soon as he thought in his heart, his mana had exploded, and in an instant, it turned into a streamer and shot into the air. Its speed was so fast that it was like a meteor.

It seems that this Tongsheng also has hidden means. Although he is not good at fighting, his ability to escape is amazing and unparalleled. Even Jing Ping was slightly surprised by this speed.

But then a ferocious smile appeared at the corners of Jing Ping's mouth and whispered, "You think you can run!"

Between the words, his figure had disappeared in place.

The speed of Tongsheng is extremely fast, and he is even more cautious. Even if he can't feel the breath of Jing Ping in his spiritual consciousness, he is still running away at full speed. At the same time, he scolds in his heart, "Damn it, how can the strength of this demon be so high that he can break the master's sword! No, I have to report this matter back to the sect. Even if the position is lost, I will no longer take risks.

Thinking of this, Tong Sheng's heart was much more at ease.

Although the position is good, you have to enjoy it. After all, life is the foundation of everything.

But just as he made a decision in his heart, a big hand that cut through time and space suddenly grabbed his head, didn't even stay at all, and pinched it fiercely!

Bum!

The sound of explosion appeared. Tongsheng didn't know what was going on, and his head had begun to explode.

Then there was another punch, and the thunder exploded, and Tong Sheng's body was annihilated in an instant!

"Huh? This is not my brother's yin and yang thunder..."

Tong Sheng didn't even have time to react, and his body had been destroyed. At the same time, his soul was extracted. His last thought was that the thunder was so familiar.

At this time, Jing Ping showed his figure, holding some subtle soul fragments in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness invaded it.

Almost in an instant, he got all the memories of Tongsheng, including how to get the magic sword and how to chase him.

It was an old man who handed the Tongsheng Sword, but in this soul, the old man's appearance could not be seen!

"Well, what a Mahayana monk, his power is really boundless, and he can erase his impression in other people's minds! There's nothing I can do if I change to another monk, but I'm different!" Jing Ping looked at the white light in Tongsheng's memory and thought coldly that suddenly the golden light appeared, condensed into a point, and directly stabbed the white light in the memory!

This is the holy light of merit and the means of Da Luo. To deal with such a Mahayana character, it is simply a cow knife to kill a chicken. In just a moment, Jing Ping saw the real appearance of the old man.

The face is old and strange, the eyebrows are thick and long, the figure is thin, and the eyes are as flat as water. Just sitting on the hall, there is a kind of steady temperament that I am comfortable and motionless.

It seems that as long as this old man is here, any problem is no longer a problem, and any trouble is no longer a problem.

Just as Jing Ping carefully observed the old man, the old man in his memory suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Jing Ping.

A gaze with infinite pressure began to shoot, and Jing Ping's heart was suddenly shocked, but with the holy light of merit, he was not afraid of this look at all.

"Taoist friend..."

"Don't shout so politely." Jing Ping immediately interrupted the old man's words and said coldly, "If you take action against me today, I will return it in the future!"