Cultivation starts with taming beasts

Under the influence of the invisible heart-breaking flame, the soul that originally controlled Yin Ping'er's flesh puppet was destroyed, and the flesh puppet fell downward without anyone controlling it.

Qi Yunxian did not choose to chase, because the real Yin Ping'er had already appeared. A black hand caught the flesh puppet steadily as it fell.

It was the ghost king who had attacked Qi Yunxian before. This time, it did not return to the void, but used several arms to tear the space apart and drilled out completely.

This ghost king was about ten feet tall, with a black body shining with metallic luster, a huge bull head, six thick arms, and a young girl standing on his head. It was obviously Yin Ping'er's real body.

"Youtian Ghost Clan? As expected of the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect, she can even subdue such a rare ghost."

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Qi is well-informed, and even knows something about the Youtian Ghost Clan."

Yin Ping'er was also a little surprised. The Youtian Ghost Clan is an outlier among the ghost clans, and even few people in the Hehuan Sect know the details of this ghost clan.

The Youtian Ghost Clan is born with the ability to shuttle through space. If it weren't for coincidence, Yin Ping'er would not have been able to get this kind of existence. With the Youtian Ghost King in hand, Yin Ping'er can not only use his space ability to travel.

She can also often hide in the void with the Youtian Ghost King, leaving only the flesh and blood puppets outside to fight with people.

Unexpectedly, she was caught off guard for a moment, and was attacked by Qi Yunxian, causing the soul in the flesh and blood puppet to be destroyed, and she had to go out in person to rescue.

After Yin Ping'er realized that the flesh puppet was temporarily unusable due to the damage of the invisible heart-breaking flame, she decisively let the ghost king Youtian swallow the flesh puppet into his stomach.

After preparation, he would make a good sacrifice.

"Then next, we should have the second round. Fellow Daoist Qi, as the price for you breaking my puppet, please become my new toy!"

Yin Ping'er said indifferently.

Unlike the charming and charming appearance of the flesh puppet, the real Yin Ping'er looked quite cold and looked like a stranger who didn't want to be approached.

Just as the two were about to continue fighting, new changes appeared on the field. Murong Nan, the son of the Hehuan Sect, inexplicably revealed a flaw and was about to be killed by Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan was already a little unhappy with Murong Nan and had no intention of holding back. In fact, the few people did not hold back when fighting, and they went all out every time.

Wang Xuan naturally went all out for this rare opportunity. He pressed the Mountain and River Seal, a top-grade spiritual weapon, against the Saint Murong Nan. The terrifying pressure made it impossible for Murong Nan to break free.

At the same time, the violent thunder flashed from the mouth of the Thunder Dragon and sprayed towards Murong Nan. Faced with this inevitable death, the elder of the Hehuan Sect could no longer hold back and rushed towards Wang Xuan.

"Stop, Wang Xuan, you dare to kill the Saint of my sect. Do you want to provoke a war between our two families?"

Wang Xuan paused slightly after hearing this, and then continued to press down firmly. He would not be frightened. No one died in the killing feast, so what would the death of the Saint of the Hehuan Sect mean this time?

The elder of the Wang family also rushed towards Wang Xuan to prevent Wang Xuan from suffering a loss when facing the late Purple Mansion cultivator of the Hehuan Sect.

All eyes on the field were focused on Wang Xuan and Murong Nan. No one expected that these two people would be the first to decide life and death.

Wang Ling had no intention to continue chasing Wen Yaqing at this moment. The situation on the field had exceeded her expectations.

Whether it was Yin Ping'er's true strength or Wen Yaqing's difficulty, they were all beyond her expectations. Perhaps she really did something wrong this time.

"Wang Xuan, stop! We won this game."

The old man of the Wang family who came over also persuaded him.

This time, Wang Xuan forced Murong Nan into a desperate situation, causing the late Purple Mansion of the Hehuan Sect to take action. According to convention, he had already won the fight and there was no need to continue fighting.

Wang Xuan finally listened to the old man's advice and showed mercy at the last moment. He only knocked Murong Nan out, but even so, Murong Nan lost the strength to fight again.

The two old men of the Hehuan Sect helped Murong Nan up and looked at Wang Xuan and others unwillingly.

They didn't expect that Murong Nan would be defeated suddenly, and even Yin Ping'er was too late to rescue him, causing them to lose this fight, but the fact had already happened, and they could only accept this helpless result.

"It seems that this time it's over. Thank you, Junior Sister Wen!"

Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect that it was Wang Xuan who first opened the situation, not her. This incident saved him a lot of face.

"Sister Wang, you're joking. This has just begun?"

Wen Yaqing looked at Wang Ling with a playful look on her face. The terrifying aura on her body suddenly rose, and her cultivation level far exceeded that of the Purple Mansion Stage.

When Wang Ling realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, a pleasant bell sounded from her mind. It was the spiritual weapon Hehuan Bell that Wen Yaqing had never used.

With Wen Yaqing's powerful magic power, the power of the spiritual weapon was even more terrifying. Wang Ling also lost the opportunity to escape. When she regained consciousness, Wen Yaqing's spiritual sword pierced her chest.

Wang Ling barely used the Dinghai Pearl to knock the spiritual sword away. Her whole face was pale. She was already seriously injured and had no strength to fight.

Fortunately, Wen Yaqing did not continue to attack. Instead, she stood there, looking at Wang Ling with a mocking face.

Wang Ling then realized that Wen Yaqing's true strength had already broken through to the peak of the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, and it seemed that she could break through to the late stage at any time, but she had not yet broken through the Purple Mansion stage during the Golden Scale Conference.

How could she have such a level of cultivation? Even the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, Yin Ping'er, might not be able to defeat her.

Seeing that Wang Ling was injured, the two elders of the Wang family did not dare to delay and brought Wang Xuan to Wang Ling's side. However, Qi Yunxian sensed a conspiracy from this incident.

So he said tentatively,

"Yin Ping'er, this fellow Taoist Wen can't be the ambush you planted, right? He is really powerful. I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Wen would hide so deeply and be so open-minded. You can tolerate such a person."

Yin Ping'er's face looked as usual, but her heart was in turmoil.

Wen Yaqing's strength has deeply threatened her status as a saint. This woman has hidden herself so deeply and has such strength. She can still obey her words along the way, so there is no need to think that she must be harboring evil intentions.

However, this kind of thing is a private matter of their Hehuan Sect, and naturally they will not be shown in front of outsiders.

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Qi is scared? If you are, get out of here! Murong Nan, are you crazy? What are you doing!"

Yin Ping'er suddenly changed the topic and couldn't keep calm anymore. She yelled at Murong Nan,

Unfortunately, it was too late. Just when everyone's attention was on Wen Yaqing, Murong Nan attacked the unsuspecting Hehuan Sect elder.