Chapter 1244 Conversation

a few days later.

Xia Ping returned to the Qiankun faction on the Luna, and then went to Beiming Peak to meet his master Beiming Saint.

"It turns out that it seems that you have gained a lot in the Blood Soul Continent."

After listening to Xia Ping telling what happened in the Blood Soul Continent, Beiming Saint couldn't help nodding, he also knew that this time Xia Ping got a lot of soul stones from the Blood Soul Continent.

Of course, Xia Ping still concealed the matter of the soul clan spirit mystery technique, because this matter is extremely important and cannot be leaked out, otherwise it will definitely be a disaster.

For saints, some soul stones are nothing at all, and are very good for ordinary practitioners, but in the eyes of saints, it is the same thing, and it is not very good for their own cultivation.

So even if he knew that Xia Ping had obtained a lot of soul stones, Saint Beiming felt too much and just expressed his appreciation.

"Master, there are countless secret treasures in the Blood Soul Continent, why has no one completely conquered this continent?" Xia Ping asked curiously, even if the soul stone is not very useful to the saint, it is still a treasure, there is no reason not to completely conquer it .

But many sects just sent people to monitor, not even the saints.

"The Saint of Blood Soul has left behind in this continent. If our Saints make a move, they will immediately activate the teleportation formation of Blood Soul Continent and send the entire continent away. The universe is so big that it will be very difficult to find it at that time. Of course, there are many reasons behind the saint's failure to take action, so you don't need to know this for the time being."

Saint Beiming did not explain this too much.

"Understood, master." Xia Ping nodded, since this is a game between saints, so a little shrimp like him should not be involved, otherwise he will not know how to die.

"By the way, Master, I forgot to tell you something very important." Xia Ping remembered another thing, "I met a group of killers in the Blood Soul Continent before, they called themselves the Seven Killers, and these few people treated me well. assassination."

"In the end, they naturally failed. Instead, they were captured by me. Under torture and forced confession, they discovered that there was a man behind the scenes, called the slaughter saint, who seemed to hate me to the core."

Hearing this, Saint Beiming's eyes showed a hint of coldness: "Saint Madman? Isn't that old guy dead yet? I thought he had been hiding for so long without any news, and he was seriously injured and died a long time ago. I didn't expect to dare to dare. Show up and send someone to kill my apprentice."

He was filled with a terrifying murderous aura that seemed to crush the sky.

"Master, I was targeted by the saint, and my life has been frozen. Can I have some treasures to protect myself?" Xia Ping blinked, and he said his purpose.

In order to deal with Qian Ba ​​before, he used a saint talisman and lost a killer weapon on his body. Although he also killed Qian Ba, he still lost a bit when thinking about it, so he hoped to make up for it from Beiming Saint. .

"You little slicker."

Saint Beiming smiled: "However, if Saint Kuangtu wants to kill you, it does have a lot to do with being a teacher. After all, he has forged a deadly revenge with his teacher, so let's just give you another saint talisman for your teacher. , enough to resist the might of a saint."

"If you are unlucky enough to encounter the slaughter saint, you can take it out immediately, and then the teacher can teleport over and kill the mad slaughter saint in an instant, eradicating future troubles."

His tone was light and calm, as if beheading a saint, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

After speaking, a golden talisman immediately fell from Saint Beiming's body and landed on Xia Ping's hand.

"Thank you master."

Xia Ping was overjoyed, and immediately took the golden talisman, he felt his hands sink, feeling that this talisman weighed at least ten tons, and every trace was like the brand of the avenue, heavier than a mountain.

The power of this golden talisman seems to be stronger than before.

If he had used this golden talisman on the planet Buck before, he would have killed Qian Ba ​​in an instant, turning the other party into ashes, unable to even let out a scream.

With a saint talisman, I believe that even in the face of the slaughter of saints, he does not need to worry at all.

Moreover, he could summon his master, Saint Beiming, at any time. It is estimated that if the Saint of Crazy Slaughter dared to attack him, it would be enough to make the old immortal drink a pot at that time.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very happy, a little wanting to see the slaughtered saint looking scared to pee.

"By the way, you said before that there is a magic weapon called the Sleeping Dragon Stake, which can use the equal field to push down powerful opponents to the same realm as yourself. Where is this magic weapon?"

When Saint Beiming changed his voice, he knew from Xia Ping's words just now that Xia Ping had encountered a group of enemies before, among them were treasure-refining cultivators, whose strength surpassed one level, but they could still kill the opponent.

The means of relying on it is the trapped dragon stake. This magic weapon can suppress the enemy's martial arts cultivation to the same realm as his own. It is very wonderful, so he is very interested in the trapped dragon stake.

"Here, but it was broken in the previous battle." Xia Ping regretted.

Although with the help of the trapped dragon stake, he beheaded several cultivators in the treasure refining realm, but now that this magic weapon is broken, it means that another killer has disappeared from him.

With a swoosh, he took out the trapped dragon stake from his body. At this moment, the inside of the trapped dragon stake was broken, and there were signs of fracture everywhere, obviously losing his spirituality.

After all, the trapped dragon stake is only a treasure of unparalleled quality, and it cannot withstand the full destruction of the practitioners in the treasure refining realm.

"interesting."

Saint Beiming's eyes showed a trace of golden light, penetrating the void, staring at the trapped dragon pile, scanning his consciousness, and the void generated electricity: "It's really a whimsical idea, I didn't expect that it is a magic weapon of the peerless treasure level, and it can actually be displayed. The power of the field."

"The person who refines this magic weapon is definitely a genius in the sky."

He tutted in admiration. Seems to be enlightened.

Thinking of this, then Saint Beiming looked at Xia Ping: "This magic weapon is more or less beneficial to my practice, maybe it can be used by analogy, can you lend me to watch it for a while?"

"Of course there is no problem. The master can observe it for as long as he wants." Xia Ping said that it is completely fine. Anyway, the trapped dragon stake has long been damaged, and it is not much good to stay with him, and it will be thrown away as garbage afterwards. .

Or be swallowed by golden slimes.

"Don't worry, the master is not an insatiable greedy person." Saint Beiming smiled slightly, "After observing for the master, you can help refine the same magic weapon."

"Thank you master."

Xia Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, if the sage makes a move, he will be able to repair the trapped dragon pile, and maybe after refining by the sage, this magic weapon can become even stronger.

With such a benefit, a fool would refuse.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, then leave."

The saint of Beiming wanted to observe the trapped dragon pile, and he was in the process of cultivation all the time.

"Yes, Master."

Xia Ping immediately stepped back without disturbing him.