doing"Chen Ping, being locked inside the room, had no idea what time it was outside, nor how long he had been imprisoned.He lifted his foot and kicked open the iron door of the secret room. Only then...Countless killing intents finally converged into magical chains. These chains were as hard as steel, invisible and colorless, and impossible to destroy.

This time, Ning Yu summoned over a dozen dragon-binding ropes, tightly binding Chen Ping's limbs and body, leaving him unable to move.

And those vengeful spirits, under Ning Yu's command, all rushed towards Chen Ping.

Dozens of specters, with gnashing teeth and claws flying towards Chen Ping, their sharp fangs exposed, were terrifyingly frightening.

Chen Ping was bound with dragon shackles, watching the incoming specters. He only twitched a couple of times but couldn't break free from the ropes.

As those sinister spirits drew closer, Ning Yu's face was filled with triumph.

But he didn't notice that these ghosts were heading towards Chen Ping, while Chen Ping was bound and unable to move, but instead of panicking, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Those vengeful spirits let out ear-splitting, terrifying screams and then pierced straight through Chen Ping's body. As soon as these spirits touched Chen Ping's body, a golden light would flash from his body, and then the spirits would vanish.

Soon, dozens of ghostly figures vanished completely. Chen Ping, still bound by the dragon-suppressing rope, remained unharmed and standing firmly in place.

At this moment, all those ghostly figures entered Chen Ping's body. The Jingxin Jue rapidly circulated, continuously sucking those ghosts into his dantian. Those ghosts screamed and tried to break free from Chen Ping's body, but they were unable to escape.

The Heart Gathering Art refined those vengeful spirits into spiritual energy, storing it within the dantian.

"What's going on"

Ning Yu's heart trembled slightly.

He discovered that the golden light emanating from Chen Ping just now contained a vast amount of magic power, as if a massive magical formation was operating within his body.

"Could this kid be a master of Taoism too"

Ning Yu couldn't quite believe it. If Chen Ping was also a master of Taoism, that would be terrifying, after all, Chen Ping was about the same age as him.

To know, the cultivation of Taoism is far more difficult than martial arts practice. Moreover, besides diligence, the most important thing in cultivating Taoism is to have talent and be able to comprehend the profound mysteries of heaven and earth, as well as the essence of Taoism.

It's obvious that Chen Ping's current strength is that of a grandmaster. To reach the level of a grandmaster at this age is already quite difficult, but if Chen Ping were also a master of Taoism, that would be terrifying.

Cultivating both martial arts and Daoism, this is unparalleled, a genius among geniuses.

At this moment, Ning Yu's face grew increasingly grim, but he did not back down. Instead, he muttered words under his breath, and the dozen or so dragon binding ropes began to contract rapidly.

Dozens of dragon-binding ropes condensed from killing intent tightly bound Chen Ping. Ning Yu kept urging his spells, causing evil qi to continuously erupt from the ground. This evil qi constantly condensed, making the dragon-binding ropes thicker and thicker.

Seeing Chen Ping now completely unable to move, Ning Yu's face began to show a confident smile.

Ke could sense it, the confidence in Ning Yu’s smile solidified before he could react. Then, his eyes widened as he stared at Chen Ping.

Then, Chen Ping's body began to shimmer with golden light again. Following this, the dragon-binding rope that had condensed with evil energy actually turned into smoke and dust under the illumination of this golden light, and was directly absorbed by Chen Ping.

These death energies were a good cultivation resource for Chen Ping, although at his current strength, absorbing them was like trying to quench thirst with a drop of water. It wouldn't help him much in his cultivation, but every little bit counts. Chen Ping wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Evil cultivator, you are an evil cultivator…………..."

Ning Yu instantly understood at this moment, those vengeful spirits couldn't hurt Chen Ping, and the dragon-binding rope condensed with evil energy was actually absorbed by Chen Ping into his body. Only demonic cultivators would practice by absorbing Yin Qi and evil energy.

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