The situation changed so quickly that Wang Ping felt very uncomfortable.

He was originally looking for Lin Xiao'e, but inexplicably entered this "Yunhua Secret Realm".

When he guessed that Lin Xiao'e would go to the place "Fengleijian" and was preparing to go there to find Lin Xiao'e, he was forced to leave "Bingyan Valley" because a large number of Bixiamen disciples went there.

Now that he was about to go to the "Feng Lei Jian" through "Ice Flame Valley", he learned that Lin Xiao'e might have gone to some hidden secret realm.

One after another, it seemed like he had been doing useless work.

It seems that he is getting closer and closer to Lin Xiao'e, but in fact he has never seen him even once.

What made Wang Ping the most uncomfortable was that he didn't know how to find Lin Xiao'e now.

No one knows where the hidden secret realm mentioned by Zhang Lingjun is except for Lin Xiao'e who has obtained the token and entered here.

No one knows whether Lin Xiao'e will leave the "Yunhua Secret Realm" directly after passing through the hidden secret realm.

How could Wang Ping find her?

"Fellow Daoist Wang, why is your expression suddenly so ugly? But what difficulties have you encountered?"

Zhang Lingjun looked at Wang Ping's sudden dim face, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly.

When Wang Ping heard this, he realized that he was a little distracted. In order to hide his true purpose, he waved his hand and replied: "It's nothing. Wang just suddenly thought that since the two guys from Bixiamen did not take action while we were fighting with the two-headed wolf just now, they would not have taken the opportunity to go outside the valley to find those fellow disciples who came from other places, and then unite to deal with us."

"Fellow Daoist Wang is worried very well. This matter is indeed not impossible. Then you and I should pass through this Ice Flame Valley soon and don't give them a chance to unite!"

Zhang Lingjun nodded slightly, which recognized Wang Ping's answer.

Then the two left the magma lake area together and entered the vast wind and snow.

The two of them walked together, and the monsters in the wind and snow dared to get close to each other, but they would not be able to take advantage of them.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the other exit and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Wang Ping suddenly looked moved and hurriedly called Zhang Lingjun.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, there is something wrong."

Um?

Zhang Lingjun looked at Wang Ping with a puzzled look on his face, but stopped.

"The formation was arranged in front of me, and it is very likely that it was done by the two guys from Bixiamen."

Wang Ping didn't keep it a secret, and soon told Zhang Lingjun why he called him.

Formation?

Zhang Lingjun's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became alert in an instant.

Although he has a late-stage foundation building cultivation, once he falls into an intermediate formation, he is still in danger of his life.

He pursed his lips slightly, then waved his sleeves to exert the silver flying sword, pointed the sword in front of him and shouted loudly: "Come out, what's the point of hiding? Such a clumsy formation, can you hide it from others?"

Everything was very calm, and no one outside the valley responded to Zhang Lingjun's words, as if he was completely talking to himself.

But at this moment, Wang Ping gently plucked the strings of the clear water-cleaning piano in his hand, and the invisible sound wave instantly rushed towards several places outside the valley.

Boom boom boom boom!

Wherever the invisible sound waves go, it will cause roars and explosions like a shell falling to the ground.

Then, among the splashing gravel dust, the two monks of Bixiamen appeared with ugly expressions.

"It's you, I didn't expect that the two fellow Taoists would still not give up!"

Zhang Lingjun looked at the two Bixiamen monks with a slightly deep expression. The flying sword in front of him made a sharp sound of swords, as if he was about to set off a sword at any time.

"Hmph, if I want me to give up, I will hand over half of the ice and fire spirit slurry you have obtained. Otherwise, even if you can get out of this Ice Flame Valley today, you will not be able to get out of this Yunhua Secret Realm!"

The two senior brothers among the Bixia Sect monks snorted coldly and threatened with an ugly expression.

"Since that's the case, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Zhang Lingjun said, and with both hands, the silver flying sword turned into a silver rainbow and shot towards the man.

Seeing this, Wang Ping also gave an order. The Yinsha Demon Corpse immediately roared and rushed towards the mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, and at the same time he played the piano with both hands and launched an attack.

Originally, seeing that Wang Ping did not release Lihuo Black Turtle, the Bixia Sect monk who fought with him was still happy, thinking that Lihuo Black Turtle was severely injured during the previous battle with the Ice and Fire Double-Headed Wolf and could not participate in the battle.

But as Wang Ping used the strange and unpreventable sound attack technique, he could no longer be happy.

As a foundation-building monk in a major sect like Bixia Sect, of course this person's magic weapon will not be bad.

However, the sound attack technique is weird and difficult to defend against, and few defensive magic weapons and spells can completely defend against it.

Wang Ping was also very smart. He did not choose to play that kind of killing song, but played the song of the god-concealing song, silently interfering with the opponent's spell casting and controlling weapons.

He knew in his heart that as a foundation-building monk from a major sect, the other party must have learned some powerful attack techniques. If he competed with this, he would definitely not be able to compare with the other party.

So as long as he lets the opponent not use these attacking techniques, he has already occupied half of the chance of victory.

After all, he still has a second-level Yinsha Demon Corpse as a helper.

In this way, as his opponent, it is as uncomfortable as it is.

After less than a hundred breaths of fighting, the monk of Bixia Sect was so depressed that he was so crazy about his strange fighting style.

So much so that he was obviously fighting for life and death, he was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.

"Are you a fucking man? Isn't it embarrassing to be a big man playing the piano all day long?"

Of course, such clumsy provocation method will definitely not have any impact on Wang Ping.

Not only was Wang Ping not affected at all, but the rhythm of playing the piano was accelerated a little, and the power generated by the piano sound was getting stronger and stronger.

Faced with the influence of the piano sound with increasingly powerful hallucination effects, the monk of Bixia Sect had to spend most of his energy to bless him with the "Clean Heart Mantra" and other clear-hearted and concentrated magic to resist the increasingly stronger hallucinations.

In this way, he seemed a little helpless even when dealing with the Yinsha Demon Corpse that kept hitting him up. He relied on several defensive magic weapons to protect and support him.

At the end, when he saw that he was becoming increasingly difficult to fight against Wang Ping's hallucination piano, he simply sat down cross-leggedly, regulating his breathing and meditating to keep his mind calmly, while urging two defensive magic weapons to protect himself, turning to defense in full.

At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly reached out and slapped the storage bag on his waist and took out the magic weapon, Shuiyue Huanxin Mirror.

He shot a magic power towards the treasure mirror. When the mirror turned, he burst out a faint mirror light towards the monk Bixia Sect sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Suddenly, the monks of Bixia Sect who could have resisted the influence of illusion were filled with desire and their minds suddenly lost.

That's now!

A cold light flashed in Wang Ping's eyes, and he played the strings of the piano with both hands. He took advantage of the situation to influence the monk of Bixiamen with the "Miscellaneous Divine Song", forcibly distorted his consciousness, and made him hallucinate, and turned the two defensive magic weapons to the special defense side.

Then the Yinsha Demon Corpse took the opportunity to rush forward, rushed forward easily, and slapped the head of the monk Bixia Sect.

"Junior Brother Rong!"

On the other side, another Bixia Sect monk who was fighting with Zhang Lingjun was shocked when he saw his junior brother die, and his face was filled with shock and anger.

He obviously did not expect that, but in less than half a quarter of an hour, his junior brother died tragically under Wang Ping's corpse refining command.

When he saw Wang Ping killing his junior brother and walking towards him with Qin, he not only looked shocked and angry, but also felt a little more frightened.

Originally, he was only dealing with Zhang Lingjun, and he was confident that he would maintain an unbeaten situation.

Now there is another Wang Ping, and he is no longer sure.

escape!

Escape immediately!

In horror, he immediately forced Zhang Lingjun's flying sword to retreat, and then quickly turned around and fled to the distance.

"Where to go!"

When Zhang Lingjun saw his opponent running away, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Now Wang Ping killed a monk from Bixia Sect. If the remaining person was to escape, they would be in trouble after they went out.

Although he had threatened the two Bixia Sect monks before, he didn't care about his identity as a disciple of the major sect at all.

In fact, he knew very well that if he offended the foundation-building monks of a large sect like Bixia Sect, he would not only have many difficulties in walking outside, but even other monks of their Zhang family might be implicated.

So at this moment, his intention to kill people to silence him was even stronger than that of Wang Ping.

He shouted loudly, and the flying sword that was forced to retreat immediately shot towards the Bixia Sect monk at a faster speed.

At the same time, he reached out and slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a talisman treasure painted with a silver flying sword appeared in his hand, which directly injected mana and stimulated the talisman treasure.

As soon as the talisman came out, the escaped monk Bixiamen was immediately frightened to the point of his soul.

While he quickly used several top-level magic weapons to intercept the two flying swords that were shot, he begged for mercy loudly and said, "Two fellow Taoists, please spare their lives. The next time they are obsessed with ghosts, they are definitely not really intended to be enemies with the two fellow Taoists. They also ask the two fellow Taoists to be magnanimous and be able to bypass the next time. I am willing to give all my wealth to apologize to the two fellow Taoists!"

I never thought that as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Wang Ping respond and said, "Is that so? Then look at what this is?"

Hearing Wang Ping's words, he immediately looked at Wang Ping with a reflex.

Then I saw a white light flashing in Wang Ping's eyes, his mind instantly caught him, and various illusions appeared in his mind.

When he lost his mind, he was able to resist Zhang Lingjun's attack and several magic weapons were quickly slashed to the ground by the flying sword.

When he broke free from the illusion and came back to his senses, the silver flying sword transformed by the talisman treasure had appeared in front of him.

"No……"
To be continued...