Chapter 217: Even Fireflies Dare to Compete with the Moon&ap

about it carefully..."Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed tightly into a Sichuan character!After a moment, Chen Ping's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp gleam flashed in them."I...All this chilling energy was absorbed from Xiao Ru, and now it was released, enveloping Chen Ping!

Chen Ping's face held a faint smile, as he operated the Ningxin Jue to its maximum capacity, refining the cold energy entering his body!

Now Chen Ping has reached the sixth level of Qi training, and his refining speed has noticeably improved!

Until the entire Qi Xing Pan's Yin cold energy dissipated, Chen Ping was never frozen again. On the contrary, his strength had increased significantly.

"This seven-star disk is indeed a good thing, I must get it today!"

Looking at the Seven-Star Disk in Liao Fei's hand, Chen Ping unabashedly revealed a greedy look!

With the Seven-Star Disk, Chen Ping's cultivation will be twice as fast!

A flash of fear crossed Liao Fei's face. So much Yin Qi, and Chen Ping was completely unharmed

Could this guy also have a treasure on him

Liao Fei suspected that Chen Ping also had treasures on him. Otherwise, relying on his own abilities, no one would dare to absorb so much Yin cold Qi, not even his master ancestor Mie Jue Dao Ren!

"Kid, aren't you relying on treasures too How else could you withstand so much Yin coldness"

Liao Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, staring fixedly at Chen Ping.

He wanted to find treasure on Chen Ping, but after looking for a long time, he didn't know where Chen Ping hid his treasure!

Upon hearing Liao Fei's words, Chen Ping let out a cold smile: "As I said before, I am the treasure myself. If you have any skills, bring them on!"

"Kid, don't think that because you're immune to cold poison, you're invincible. I'm going to show you my power today!"

Liáo Fēi, speaking, actually moved the seven stars on the Qīxīng Pán directly, shifting their positions slightly!

Having only shifted the position of the seven stars slightly, Liao Fei's forehead was covered in sweat, as if he were about to faint.

A series of sharp whistles sounded, and soon black mist surged out from the seven-star disk, rolling like thunderclouds towards Chen Ping.

Looking at the scene before them, Su Wenzong and Su Yuqi were almost scared out of their wits. However, Gu Wentong and Lin Tianhu were still relatively better off. After all, they had seen the resentful dragon on the throne in Gu Wentong's courtyard before, and this was a similar situation. Even so, the expressions of both people turned grim at this moment!

"A ghost, this is a ghost, Mr. Chen be careful!"

Bu Dao, the Grandmaster, roared and immediately pinched his fingers, muttering incantations.

Wufwei Dao Ren immediately placed a hand on Bu Xu Dao Chang's shoulder. Bu Xu Dao Chang was seriously injured and his strength wasn't enough to drive away these vengeful spirits, so he had to help him.

But no matter how the Daoist priest recited the exorcism spells, those vengeful spirits seemed unafraid at all!

Soon, the room was filled with swirling black mist. There were cries, screams, and roars echoing throughout, truly terrifying to hear!

At this moment, the black mist rapidly condensed and thickened into a host of ferocious monsters that charged towards Chen Ping.

"A little ghost, how dare it harm me..."

Chen Ping's lips curled into a slight sneer, revealing a hint of disdain.

Now that he has reached the sixth level of Qi training, he is a true cultivator. How could he be afraid of a mere ghost

Only to see Chen Ping's finger flick, several golden lights flashed, all hitting the black mist. In an instant, the black mist dissipated.

Seeing this, Na Liao Fei suddenly bit his middle finger, a drop of blood falling into the seven-star disc. In an instant, the disc churned, the black mist billowing from it beginning to take on a faint crimson hue.

"It seems that unless I show you my skills, you wouldn't know what it means to be a firefly daring to compete with the bright moon!"

Facing the faint reddish black mist, Chen Ping suddenly extended both palms forward.

A golden light slowly appeared in his palms.

Then the light grew brighter and brighter, until it seemed like a dazzling sun right above them.if they couldn't see Chen Ping.Then, the man sheathed his sword on his back and turned to gaze upon the battlefield where millions lay dead.The afterglow of the sunset stretched this person's silhouet...