Chapter 4619

Under Qin Shulin's rage, a spiritual weapon appeared in his hand.

This is a broken spiritual weapon with complicated inscriptions on it.

When it appeared in Qin Shulin's hands, the inscriptions on the spirit weapon kept flickering, and a terrifying force erupted from the incomplete spirit weapon.

"this!"

The children of the Qin family were stunned. They didn't expect that Chen Ping, a monk who gathered at the alchemy peak, could force Qin Shulin to such an extent that he directly used the spiritual weapon.

"Qin Shulin used this spiritual weapon, Chen Ping must die!"

"Unexpectedly, this Chen Ping actually has the ability to let Qin Shulin use this spiritual weapon."

"Did you forget that he is the young master of the alchemy hall?"

Although this identity can make the children of the Qin family feel pressure, it will not make the Qin family too afraid. This is the confidence of the Qin family, which was once a first-class family.

The spirit weapon in Qin Shulin's hand was obtained by him in the ruins. Although it is only a spirit weapon level, it is incomplete. Someone once said that as long as the spirit weapon can be repaired, it may be a treasure.

Qin Shulin has been nurturing this spirit weapon with his own cultivation, and he just wants to restore this spirit weapon and make it his natal treasure when he is promoted to the God-gathering state.

Now this incomplete spiritual weapon has been contaminated with Qin Shulin's aura. It can even be said that Qin Shulin's rapid improvement in cultivation has something to do with this spiritual weapon.

The power emanating from the incomplete spiritual weapon reached Chen Ping in an instant.

Only at this time, Chen Ping's figure disappeared.

This is not tearing space, but a complete disappearance.

Although it was only for a moment, it had already avoided this terrifying force.

Chen Ping made perfect use of the power of time and space, he just made himself a moment earlier at this moment.

Qin Shulin felt that he had enough strength, but lost his goal at the most critical moment.

This feeling is like his attack power has been predicted in advance.

"If you want to kill me, you are not worthy!

A cold voice appeared behind Qin Shulin. Chen Ping used the power of time and space, as if teleporting himself to the next second.

It's just that to other people, this scene will seem a little unbelievable.

After all, Chen Ping is not a real monk at the Infant Gathering Realm. Even if he can leapfrog the challenge, but a genius like Qin Shulin can't be compared with the ordinary Infant Gathering Cultivator.

What's more, it was still when Qin Shulin used the spiritual weapon.

"No, this is definitely not the power of space!"

On this small island, apart from the children of the Qin family, there were also people from various families of the Qiandao Sect who came to see the fun, and they were all shocked by the power Chen Ping displayed.

"Could it be?"

Someone exclaimed, as if thinking of something!

"Impossible!" These monks who thought of this possibility rejected it themselves, because it was really terrible.

But besides this possibility, is there any other possibility?

When Chen Ping appeared behind Qin Shulin, the great sword in his hand had already stabbed lightly.

Like the first sword, the original sword was in the weakest place in the space.

Even at Qin Shulin's side, with his territory as a buffer, this sword instantly tore apart everything around him.

Qin Shulin's already chaotic atmosphere became even more chaotic at this time.

However, he was always a monk of Juying Dingfeng, and even under such circumstances, he did not panic, it was just that he suffered losses in Chen Ping's hands like this, which made him lose all face.

In his opinion, dealing with a weak monk like Chen Ping was almost as easy as crushing an ant.

But who knew that the existence of ants in his eyes caused him to make mistakes one after another.

The space in front of Qin Shulin kept collapsing, and his people also appeared on the other side in a state of embarrassment.

"Chen Ping, I admit that I underestimated you, but that's it, it's time to end!"

Qin Shulin said something softly, and then the breath on his body began to surge wildly.

It turned out that he hadn't exerted all his strength just now. At this time, his figure seemed to suddenly become taller, and behind him, a huge phantom also appeared.

This is the strength that Dingfeng of Juying Realm should have. The monks of Juying Realm have been able to refine a clone, a clone with the consciousness of the deity.

It's just that the power of the avatar is generally not as strong as the deity, but it is the avatar of the strong after all, possessing all kinds of magical powers such as the coercion of the strong's soul.

At this time, what appeared behind Qin Shulin was not his clone, but his Nascent Soul.

Most of the Nascent Soul of a monk is a projection of himself. Like Chen Ping, the Nascent Soul will eventually be a phantom of a dragon, which is unique.