"Stop them, never let them run away..."

Elder Tu yelled, but he was entangled by the puppet and couldn't free his hands at all!

The other Ghost Face Sect disciples wanted to stop them, but were blocked by Chen Ping's magic whip!

And Chen Ping's illusion source star kept flashing, and a huge illusion array appeared!

Although the illusion array couldn't hurt these Ghost Face Sect disciples, it could stop their actions!

For a while, all the Ghost Face Sect disciples were trapped in the illusion array, and there was no way to stop them!

Elder Yu and Zhu Ling led people to rush towards the God Fire Mountain!

Zhu Ling looked back from time to time, obviously worried about Chen Ping!

Seeing that the time was almost right, Chen Ping suddenly waved his hand and called the puppet back!

He didn't want his puppet to be damaged. If the fire spirit was hurt, it would be troublesome. This kind of treasure can't be obtained at any time!

At the moment of recalling the puppet, Chen Ping activated the Fire Control Step!

Flames burned under his feet, and then Chen Ping disappeared as if out of thin air, tearing through the void and instantly appearing several miles away!

The reason why Chen Ping dared to stay alone to resist was because of the Fire Control Step. This was his reliance. Even if he couldn't win, he could still escape!

As the fire burned, Chen Ping's Fire Control Step became more and more proficient, and the whole person jumped in space like teleportation!

Elder Tu of the Ghost Face Sect looked at Chen Ping's space-jumping movement, and his whole face was full of confusion!

"This... what kind of skill is this? How can the speed be so fast?"

Elder Tu rubbed his eyes!

As a master of the Mahayana realm, he couldn't achieve this speed. Even if his speed was fast, he could see a wisp of afterimage!

But Chen Ping couldn't see the afterimage at all, as if he disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in another place in an instant!

This speed cannot be explained by just being fast!

Just in terms of Chen Ping's speed, a fourth-grade cultivator in the Tribulation Realm is far superior to these Mahayana masters!

Elder Tu chased hard, and some of the Ghost Face Sect disciples broke through the illusion and chased Chen Ping!

Chen Ping smiled coldly. With this Fire Control Step, he was not afraid at all, and could completely follow these people from the Ghost Face Sect!

Chen Ping took out the Dragon Slaying Sword, and then his body flashed and suddenly appeared in front of those Ghost Face Sect disciples!

Then the Dragon Slaying Sword was swung, and a golden sword light passed through, tearing the void.

Those Ghost Face Sect disciples had no time to dodge at all. They didn't expect that Chen Ping, this guy, didn't run away, but suddenly turned back and appeared in front of them!

Accompanied by a few screams, the hurried Ghost Face Sect disciples were actually cut in half by Chen Ping's sword, and the bloody smell filled the air instantly!

Just after Chen Ping slashed out with his sword, his body disappeared again!

Elder Tu saw this scene, his face flushed with anger, and he screamed loudly: "You are Chen Ping, you dare not admit it, I must kill you today."

The moment Chen Ping took out the Dragon Slashing Sword, he already understood that the other party must be able to see his identity!

But Chen Ping didn't care, after all, there were only people from the Ghost Face Sect here, and no one from the Purple Flame Sect!

No matter what the people from the Ghost Face Sect said at that time, he just had to deny it!

After all, the Dragon Slashing Sword was Chen Ping's imperial spiritual sword. The moment he took out the Dragon Slashing Sword, Chen Ping's identity was exposed!

"I am Chen Ping, what can you do to me? Stupid thing, you still want to take my head to the Demon Sealing League to seek credit, don't you know that the Demon Sealing League is specifically for you demon cultivators?"

Chen Ping deliberately angered Elder Tu, and also to prevent Elder Tu from cooperating with the Demon Sealing League. JrNovels.com