Lu Ping's words made the middle-aged monk very angry, and asked in a cold voice, "What does Lu Daoyou mean by this?"

Lu Ping stared at the middle-aged monk's eyes and said, "Senior Lin, can't you still see it? The reason why you are still alive is because those big people behind the plot of the Northern Alliance want to keep a living mouth with some status in the Northern League, so that they can help them find out the secret places of the Northern Alliance, even if the juniors heal your injuries, the seniors think they can escape from the palms of those big people?"

Lu Ping's words are like a sharp knife that cuts flesh, every time he says a word, he can cut off a piece of meat from the middle-aged monk's body, and when Lu Ping finishes speaking, the middle-aged monk's cultivation in the middle stage of the Dharma is actually sweating profusely, and his eyes are flashing with a desperate god.

After Lu Ping finished speaking, he fell silent, watching the middle-aged monk recover from despair, and slowly his eyes began to be filled with perseverance again, as if he had made up his mind, and Lu Ping's eyes were calm like an unfathomable lake from beginning to end.

"Tell me, you didn't refuse to treat my injuries before, what do you want?"

The relieved middle-aged monk finally regained his due senses, and looked at the young monk in front of him with a complicated look.

A hint of laughter finally fell from the corners of Lu Ping's mouth, and Lu Ping's voice carried a hint of lightness, and said: "Yes, any promise of the seniors is already uncountable in the eyes of the juniors in the face of the catastrophe of life and death in the Northern Alliance, so what the juniors want can only fall on the seniors." ”

The middle-aged monk's god had completely calmed down, and he looked at Lu Ping quietly, as if he would no longer be surprised by any of Lu Ping's requests.

"What the juniors want is the share of spirit stones that the Northern Alliance has allocated from the giant spirit stone veins on Phantom Spirit Island this time carried by the seniors!"

"Hehehehehe!"

The middle-aged monk smiled with a hint of sarcasm, and said, "You have such a big appetite, do you know how many places the Northern Alliance ranks among the nine major sects, and what a huge amount of money the share of the giant spirit stone vein is?"

Lu Ping also smiled "hehe" and said: "Eggs will never be put in one basket, right, at least part of it should be on the body of the seniors, and the juniors only need that part, as the seniors said, this is a large amount of spirit stones, even if there is only a part of the seniors, it is very considerable, isn't it?"

The middle-aged monk looked at Lu Ping's gaze uncertainly, but Lu Ping was always calm as usual.

At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly exploded outside the Phantom Spirit City, and a loud roar suddenly resounded throughout the city: "All the Dharma Cultivators quickly meet the enemy and answer the messenger outside the city!"

The whole city was in an uproar!

Lu Pingshen was overjoyed, but the middle-aged monk was shocked!

Lu Ping stood up, his figure paused, turned around and said: "After three rì, it is still here, the juniors will offer the healing elixir, the seniors should not forget the spirit stone, I think the seniors also know what the arrival of the envoy outside the city means, and the time left for the seniors is running out!"

Lu Ping walked out of the teahouse first, and handed an inquiring look to the manager who was settling accounts behind the counter, and after seeing the shopkeeper shaking his head slightly, he walked straight out of the teahouse without stopping, and then his feet flashed and flew away from the city.

Performing the Flying Escape Technique in Phantom City can only be the privilege of the Dharma Monk when he is besieged by the Mora.

In the elegant room of the teahouse, the middle-aged monk did not pay attention to the recruitment of the great monks of the various factions of the Phantom Spirit Palace, but sat there silently not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, got up and patted the storage weapon on his waist, and then walked towards the outside of the elegant room.

At this time, the Phantom Spirit City was already completely boiling, and the monks of various factions who had been besieged for nearly a year were rushing towards the walls of the Phantom Spirit City, and there were constantly Faxiang monks who came from the other four islands flying overhead, rushing towards the Mora army outside the Phantom Spirit City.

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When Lu Ping came to the wall of Phantom Spirit City, the sea outside Phantom City had already turned into a pot of porridge, and the entire sky was shrouded in colorful lights.

"Brother Lu, this way!"

Lu Ping turned around and looked over, and saw Chu Haixiao waving vigorously in the distance, and Chu Haixiao also stopped and waited for Lu Ping to pass.

Lu Ping turned around and looked in the direction where Juling Island was located, but he didn't see the figure of Tiankang Old Ancestor, and he didn't know if his old man had already rushed over.

The light flickered under Lu Ping's feet, and the person had already arrived in front of the two of them, but he saw that there were still a few rays of light not far away, and the first person was the great monk Chu Fuyu Ancestor of the Bihai Spirit Snake Clan.

Chu Fuyu Ancestor nodded to Lu Ping, and said: "Okay, this time among the monks who venture into the Phantom Spirit City, there must be the great monks of my Bihai Spirit Snake Clan, all of them are fighting jīng gods, this is a tough battle, the old man should open the way first, Xi Yu, Black Feather, Golden Feather, Silver Feather, you four mid-stage monks are on both sides of the old man, and the rest of you early stage monks are behind you and go!"

Together with Lu Ping's total of ten Dharma Aspect Cultivators, they formed a huge triangular attack formation in mid-air that was dozens of feet away from each other, and rushed towards the Mora army all the way.

I only saw Chu Fuyu Ancestor stretching out his hand, and the water vapor within a radius of three miles was all condensed, and then turned into raindrops in the sky and poured towards the Demon Luo army that rushed towards everyone more than a hundred zhang away in front of him.

This is the first time that Lu Ping has seen the great monk of the late stage of the Faxiang make a move so intuitively, and the raindrops in the sky instantly beat the nearly 100 demons who rushed towards everyone screaming miserably and falling towards the sea like dumplings in the pot, in the process of falling, more than half of the moluo fell and melted on the spot, turning into the origin jīng qi and dissipating in mid-air, and the direction of everyone's progress was suddenly emptied by two or three hundred zhang.

Lu Ping thought to himself that if he used the Cloud Spreading Rain Technique with all his might, although it was possible to envelop a radius of more than 100 zhang within the scope of the supernatural power, whether it was the speed or power of the cast, it was not as bad as the Chu Fuyu Ancestor.

However, before everyone could move forward for dozens of feet, the alarmed Moro quickly surrounded him again from all directions, but the ten people didn't care at all, and just pushed towards the hinterland of the Moro army.

Seeing that Mo Luo rushed forward, the four mid-stage cultivators on both sides of the Law Phase each struck out, killing dozens of large and small Mo Luo one after another, and finally shocked the Mo Luo army that was surrounded from both sides.

At this time, the ancestor of Chu Fuyu, who was the first to open the way, also encountered the impact of a jade Shura, but was knocked out by a two-tribulation spirit treasure in his hand and retreated into the army of Moluo.

Chu Fuyu Ancestor did not stop at his feet, and continued to move forward, and everyone behind him also followed all the way.

And at this moment, Chu Haitsumi shouted loudly and said, "It's here!"

Lu Ping's divine thoughts had also discovered that a group of demons had surrounded everyone from behind like a flood at this time.

The Bixiao Sword in Chu Haixiao's hand slashed out with a sword, and a magnificent sword aura slashed the three-headed Great Demon Luo who was chasing the front to death in one fell swoop, and the sword qi slammed all the way until it collapsed after killing the fifth-headed Demon Luo.

Chu Mirage also made a move at this time, the Lingbao Flying Spear in his hand came out of his hand, and after piercing the three-headed Demon Luo one after another, he only heard a crisp sound, and the flying rush was blocked, Chu Mirage shouted, "There is a blood Shura hidden inside!"

As soon as the words fell, the two Blood Shura suddenly burst out from the Demon Luo group and rushed towards Chu Hai Mirage and another Blue Sea Spirit Snake Monk named Chu Hailang, and the two of them quickly fought with the two Blood Shura.

Taking advantage of the approaching situation, Lu Ping took the thin water long-flowing sword in his hand and turned into two nine-zhang sword Jiao, roaring and rushing into the Moluo army to fight.

Seeing that the Mo Luo army was bitten by the two sword Jiao and injured more than 20 heads, and Mo Luo finally relied on the number to beat these two sword Jiao to the point of being scarred and scattered, but he saw that the sword technique in Lu Ping's hand suddenly loosened, and he shouted loudly: "Scatter!"

The two sword Jiao suddenly collapsed and fused on their own, turning into a torrent, and more than a dozen demon luo were swept into the torrent and disappeared.

When many Moluo broke up this torrent again, it turned into a lake again, rolling up piles of silver waves, and every time a wave rolled over Moro's body, Moluo's body seemed to be delayed.

Lu Ping killed three times in one go, and the Mo Luo who pounced on him injured forty or fifty heads at once, which not only surprised several other early stage cultivators of the Bihai Spirit Snake Clan, but Chu Haixiao was also stunned by Lu Ping's methods, and at this time, there were not many Mo Luo who fell under the Bixiao Sword, only twenty or thirty heads.

Lu Ping's strong methods obviously angered the high-level demon Luo hidden in the demon army, and a roar came from the demon army, Lu Ping's expression changed, and said, "Be careful, it's a blood demon!"

Another early stage cultivator of the Bihai Spirit Snake Clan called Chu Haiping, and without waiting for Lu Ping's reminder, at the moment when the howling sound sounded, he took him as the center and suddenly burst out dense transparent silk threads towards the surroundings, as if forming a huge net.

The Blood Demon's Soul Devouring Divine Power slammed into this net, causing the giant net to rise and fall like a wave, but it was never able to act on Lu Ping's people behind the giant net.

Chu Haiping took the blow of the Blood Demon and smiled proudly, seeing that the Demon Luo army was about to rush up again, he hurriedly took the transparent wire net back, but heard Lu Ping shout: "Be careful!"

When Chu Haiping looked up, he happened to see a blood demon appear above the Demon Luo army at some point, holding a smooth jade-like object in his hand, and slammed it in the direction where Chu Haiping was, and a sound like a chime suddenly sounded in his mind, and Chu Haiping's whole person suddenly froze in mid-air as if he was stupid.