Chapter 413 Ling Pengxing

Thinking back, Ling Pengyun said to Ling Pengshan and the other two beside him.

"Everyone, my Golden Elixir Ceremony is over, and I should go to the Boundless Sea to buy water spirit iron."

"I will take away 89,000 spirit stones from the 100,000 spirit stones in the clan treasury, and the remaining spirit stones will be kept in the clan to prevent other changes."

"I will split the 80,000 spirit stones I took with the water spirit iron I bought later, and I will help you go to the Boundless Sea to buy nine second-level low-grade life shells, so that you can all add nine years of life."

"In addition, the 40,000 spirit stones I consumed can be deducted from my contribution points."

Ling Pengshan and others felt warm in their hearts when they heard this.

As for Ling Pengyun taking spirit stones to buy water spirit iron, everyone had no objection.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Ling Pengyun's expression gradually became solemn, and he gave a word.

"My departure from the family must not be spread to the outside world. You and I both know the consequences of the little demon's chaos."

"Understood, my dear brother." Ling Pengshan and the others agreed one after another.

Seeing this, Ling Pengyun nodded lightly, and then he entered the family library on the top of the mountain.

When he came out of the family library, he had 70,000 more spiritual stones on him.

After saying goodbye to Ling Pengshan and others, he sent his Taoist partner, parents and others who were still in the family mountain back to Luoxia Mountain.

He spent another day with his Taoist partner Yan Siyi, and then he left Luoxia Mountain with Feng Yingpeng, who had reached the peak of the sixth level of foundation building.

Feng Yingpeng has been stuck at the sixth level of foundation building for some time, but unfortunately this bottleneck is the most solid bottleneck in the foundation building realm.

Even Feng Yingpeng, who has good qualifications, needs to rely on the accumulation of time and use spiritual power to polish this bottleneck.

However, in Ling Pengyun's eyes, this Peng has always been positioned not as a fighter, but as a means of transportation.

As for the strength of this Peng, Ling Pengyun did not pay much attention to it.

This Peng can now travel 100,000 miles a day, which is enough for Ling Pengyun who is in and out of the Jindan realm.

After all, although Ling Pengyun's Liuguang escape technique can travel 300,000 miles a day, it consumes a lot of spiritual power and is far less durable than Feng Yingpeng.

And this Peng is best at flying speed, which is 30% to 40% stronger than the same level.

The average flying monster beast of the sixth level of foundation building can only travel about 60,000 miles a day at most.

Only those flying monster beasts that have entered the late stage of foundation building can reach a flying speed of 100,000 miles a day.

This is also the point that Ling Pengyun values ​​Feng Yingpeng.

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Half a month later.

This night.

On a road in the territory of Bailingmen, Jingzhou, and Yunshui County, dozens of men in black riding horses were chasing a middle-aged man riding a black horse, who looked ordinary in clothes but had a luxurious temperament.

As the middle-aged man rode off his black horse and fled, he would look back from time to time to see the pursuit.

When he saw the pursuers behind him getting closer and closer to him, fear gradually emerged on his face.

He knew that once he fell into the hands of those people, he would definitely have no way to survive.

After running for a while, the elegant middle-aged man saw a fire in a small forest on the left side of the road, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I hope there will be more people there to help me resist the pursuers behind for a while."

He quickly got off his black horse, left the road, and entered the uneven wilderness.

After a while, he entered the small forest with a flash of fire.

When he got close to the fire, he also saw the scene of the fire.

To his disappointment, there was only a hunchbacked old man in the fire.

"Is it possible that this king will really die here today?"

The elegant middle-aged man listened to the dozens of horse hooves coming closer and closer behind him, with a look of despair on his face.

At the same time.

The old man who was processing the fur of a mountain hare by the campfire also noticed the elegant middle-aged man who was being chased.

He glanced at the dozens of chasers riding horses behind the elegant middle-aged man, and his brows moved slightly.

"They are all acquired warriors, and there is even a warrior of the third level of the innate realm."

"It seems that the middle-aged man who was being chased is of extraordinary status."

"However, this mortal wants to cause trouble, he deserves to die."

If the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes did not want to do this, why would he come to where he was specifically.

The old man's eyes turned cold, he reached out and took off the iron sword on his back, and slowly stood up.

The middle-aged man who was riding a black horse approached and saw the old man holding the sword, and was a little confused for a while.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly burst out a sword energy that spread out, and even the surrounding dust was lifted up.

In a moment, dust rolled.

The figure of the old man in his twilight years also disappeared like a ghost. When he appeared again, he had crossed dozens of feet and came to the side of the middle-aged man.

The old man in his twilight years lightly waved the long sword in his hand, and a black light flashed, and directly cut off the four legs of the black horse that the middle-aged man was sitting on.

The middle-aged man on the horse fell to the ground and rolled on the ground several times.

But just when the old man in his twilight years was about to swing the long sword in his hand to cut the middle-aged man again.

He saw that the middle-aged man, a white spiritual light flashed around him, turned into a light curtain, and blocked the long sword.

"The method of the cultivator?"

"A first-level low-grade protective magic weapon?"

When the moribund old man looked at the source of the white light curtain, which was a jade pendant in the middle-aged man's hand, his expression moved slightly.

"This master of swordsmanship, I don't know that the fire in the woods here is you. Please spare my life. The next one is Bai Xuanhe, the mighty king of Bailing Kingdom. If the master can let me go, I will kill you again." I am determined to repay you with generous gifts.”

When Bai Xuanhe saw that the decrepit old man he had just underestimated was actually a sword master who could inspire sword energy, Bai Xuanhe's face was full of horror and he begged for mercy again and again.

"Baiyun Kingdom?" The decrepit old man asked himself in confusion.

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that the Baiyun Mountains where the Bailingmen Mountain Gate is located is tens of thousands of miles wide, and all the wild beasts and monsters in it were killed by the Bailingmen.

This vast land has also been settled by Bailingmen with millions of mortals living there as a candidate place for its disciples.

After all, the greater the number of mortals, the greater the probability of being born with spiritual roots.

In order to better manage this group of mortals, Bailingmen also supported a puppet among those mortals and established a mortal kingdom in that area.

And that mortal country also has the advantage of numbers, and many people with spiritual roots can be born every year.

Among them, those with better spiritual roots will be taken under the command of Bailing Sect, while those with poor spiritual roots will be rewarded with a basic training method by Bailing Sect and then sent away.

Such monks will usually be reduced to casual cultivators.

Nowadays, more than 50% of the casual cultivators in the Bailing Sect realm come from that realm.

"It's no wonder that a mere mortal can possess a first-level low-level protective magical weapon."

"But it's interesting. I didn't expect that a noble prince from a country would end up like this."

The moribund old man looked at the mighty king who was protected by the light curtain activated by the protective magic weapon. There was a rare brilliance in his cold eyes, and he thought to himself.

Then, he stopped attacking the mighty king "Bai Xuanyun" and turned into a ghost, quickly killing the ordinary warriors who were chasing the mighty king.

Although those ordinary warriors were top-notch masters among mortals, they could not stop the aging old man at all.

In just ten breaths of time, the dozens of black-clothed warriors were killed by the decrepit old man.

The moribund old man was like a killing god, holding the iron sword that had beheaded dozens of black-clothed warriors without staining any blood, and slowly walked towards the mighty king who was protected by a protective magical weapon. "Hundred Xuanhe".

Seeing this scene, the mighty King Bai Xuanhe was so frightened that his feet kept trembling and he kept begging for mercy.

However, what surprised the mighty king Bai Xuanhe was that the moribund old man who looked like a god of murder did not attack the light curtain held up by the protective magic weapon.

Instead, the old man said calmly.

"I think the situation of this mighty king is not very good. Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I will let you go."

When the mighty king Bai Xuanhe heard this, he felt happy and quickly preached in detail.

"I am the mighty king of Bailing Kingdom, and I am a blood relative of our country's previous emperor, Baixuanzhong."

"My elder brother Bai Xuanzhong died of illness a few months ago, and his only son Bai Yanzhong was enthroned as the emperor. But who would have expected that my nephew Bai Yanzhong listened to other people's slander and thought that I have a very deep bloodline with him? The idle prince is a threat to the throne that is not yet stable."

"Subsequently, my nephew Bai Yanzhong sent the imperial guards from the palace to hunt me down."

"If I hadn't made friends with several immortals in my early years, acquired several immortal items, and I'm not just a freeloader, I might not be alive today."

At the end of the story, the mighty king Bai Xuanhe forgot about the crisis at this moment, and only had endless hatred in his heart.

The old man's expression when he saw the mighty king Bai Xuanhe, and what he said.

"It's more interesting."

"Since I encountered such an interesting thing today, my first stop when I go out to travel around, observe the various situations in the world and refine my sword heart... is the Bailing Palace."

This old man is none other than Ling Pengxing, who left Lingxiao Mountain half a month ago.

In the past half month, Ling Pengxing walked thousands of miles on his feet alone, heading north from Huaishui County to Yunshui County.

His original idea was to observe the various situations in the world, temper his sword heart, and use other senses to understand the secrets of the sword.

Since the Little Demon Rebellion five years ago, when he was determined to comprehend the first move of the "Star Gold Sword Technique", "Glory Moon", he understood that creating a secret sword technique and fighting were actually not the same thing. It doesn't matter much.

It has a lot to do with the state of mind.

The state of mind cannot be explained clearly and can only be stimulated by various things.

After returning to his thoughts, the dying Ling Pengxing said calmly to the mighty king Bai Xuanhe.

"How about I escort you back to the Bailing Kingdom and help you ascend to the throne of the Bailing Kingdom?"

Mighty King Bai Xuanhe looked stunned when he heard this.

He did not expect that Ling Pengxing, who had just wanted to kill him, would suddenly want to help him win the throne.

"Master, our Bailing Kingdom is vast, and there are countless powerful people in the Bailing Palace. There are many swordsman masters who can inspire sword energy. There is even a strong swordsman who has understood the power of the sword. Master, your strength alone , I’m afraid it’s hard to help me.”

Although the mighty king Bai Xuanhe was afraid of Ling Pengxing, he had a look of disbelief.

Ling Pengxing's expression changed, and a cold and murderous aura shot up from his body.

The iron sword in his hand was like a long black snake, turning into a black cold light and piercing the protective light curtain.

With three consecutive strikes, a huge crack appeared on the protective light curtain.

"Is my strength stronger than that sword master of your Bailing country who has comprehended the bullshit sword power?" Ling Pengxing sneered.

The mighty king Bai Xuanhe was shocked to see that Ling Pengxing only used three strikes to break the light curtain supported by the first-level low-grade protective magic weapon.

Although he has not entered the Tao, he also knows a thing or two about the things in the world of immortal cultivation.

Even the sword master of Bailingguo, who intends to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, may need more than ten moves to break this protective magic weapon that can block the three full-strength strikes of the cultivator in the early stage of Qi training.

The quality of the protective magic weapon is naturally beyond doubt. In the past, he asked many cultivator friends to help him taste it.

Under such circumstances, it can only mean that the sword master in front of him, who is like a killing god, is strong enough to match those immortals in the early stage of Qi training, and even stronger than ordinary immortals in the early stage of Qi training.

This strength is several times stronger than the sword master of Bailing country.

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, the eyes of the mighty king Bai Xuanhe trembled.

"Master, are you an immortal? If you are an immortal, you can't help me. The Bailing Immortal Sect, our country's superior power, has already set a rule that immortals in Bailing Country cannot attack mortals."

Ling Pengxing was slightly stunned when he heard this question. After a while, he said in a deep voice. "I am not a cultivator. I am just a man holding a sword."

Seeing this, the mighty king Bai Xuanhe felt relieved.

After all, no cultivator in the entire Bailing Sect dared to disobey the rules set by the Bailing Immortal Sect.

Then, he also regarded Ling Pengxing as a "Sword God" realm powerhouse comparable to the legendary swordsmanship to a transcendent level.

For a moment, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"If what you just said is true, after I become the emperor, I will definitely make you the Grand Master of our country."

Ling Pengxing didn't care when he heard it, but just nodded slightly.

He offered to help this man ascend the throne, just to experience the intrigues and deceptions related to the throne.

When the mighty king Bai Xuanhe saw Ling Pengxing's appearance, his face was immediately filled with joy, and then he slowly stood up and approached Ling Pengxing.

Seeing that Ling Pengxing really did not take action, he also felt relieved.

Then, he and Ling Pengxing went to the nearest village to buy two fast horses and headed straight for the Bailing Palace hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Previously, the fast horse ridden by the mighty king and the fast horses ridden by the pursuers were all cut off by Ling Pengxing.

The horse was too high, and the sword in Ling Pengxing's hand could not cut the person sitting on the horse's back. Only by cutting the horse could the person on it be killed.

Along the way, the two encountered many pursuers.

However, the mighty king was also extremely safe along the way with the help of Ling Pengxing, the killer star.

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