Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 559 Wanxiu's Anticipation: Real Haichang (6.6K is 400 monthly tickets plus more!)
Jinjin Island, a third-level island in the central sea area of ​​Youhuomen.

Chen Ping did not choose a deserted place during his nine-year retreat.

Instead, it occupies a mountain range with the most aura on the island.

Because he reckoned that the pills and treasures on his body were not enough to help him break through.

Fortunately, there is a huge supply of natural spiritual energy, otherwise, how could his cultivation base increase again in a short period of time.

The Lingshan Mountain at the foot is the property of Qing Yun Sect.

Qingyun Sect is one of the masters of Jindao, several times stronger than the Broken Star Sect back then.

There is a fake alchemy monk in the Zongmen, and six Yuandan monks sit in charge.

Back then when Chen Ping entered Jinjin Island, his real body was hidden directly.

Dahui has been negotiating with Qingyunmen.

After all, the current situation is chaotic, and the army of Yin spirits is raging in the sea area. He needs to keep abreast of the latest information.

And Dahui is a fourth-order monster, and its deterrent power is comparable to that of Jindan.

How dare the members of the Qingyun sect express their dissatisfaction, they have been enshrining Dahui and the real person behind them as their ancestors all these years.

Every other month, a piece of news from the outside world will be presented.

Zhang Dafan, the patriarch of Qingyunmen, even sent two beautiful female foundation-establishment cultivators over.

But after using it for a few days, Chen Ping found that it was not suitable, so he drove them all away.

"click"

As the stone door slowly opened, the nerves of the white-browed old man who was waiting outside also became tense.

He didn't know who the monks who were retreating in the sect's forbidden area were.

But if he can make a fourth-level flying rock wing evil surrender, it must be a veteran Jindan monk.

"Sect Master Zhang has been waiting for a long time."

Chen Ping said calmly, and sat on the chair by himself.

"Junior Zhang Dafan from Qingyun Sect, met Haichang... a real person!"

From the corner of the eye, he saw a rather handsome face, but the white-browed old man was not much shocked, and hurriedly bowed down again.

Sure enough, it was the person he guessed!
It was rumored that Chen Ping, the patriarch of the Pingyun Sect, disappeared after he was granted the title of "Grand General" on Lanyue Island.

Just hide and hide, why did you just come to his territory?
Zhang Dafan was terrified and restrained his brothers who knew about it not to reveal his whereabouts.

His little Qingyun sect definitely couldn't bear the entanglements at the golden core level.

"I heard from Dahui that Sect Master Zhang has a very urgent matter and wants to find the real person?"

Chen Ping didn't care about the change in this person's heart, and said lightly.

"The younger generation wants to trouble Daoist Hui to fight against the incoming Yinling clan army."

Zhang Dafan nodded and said respectfully.

"Men Gray?"

Hearing this, Chen Ping glanced teasingly at Dahui, who raised his horns in a high-spirited manner.

Then, under his signal, Zhang Dafan told the ins and outs.

In just one month, the situation has changed drastically.

Millions of Yin spirits spewed out from the abyss of the Rift Valley and joined the battlefield.

And broke the stalemate between the two races at once.

The Youhuo and Moon Lane sea areas are already overwhelmed, and the monk camp is retreating steadily.

It can only abandon many secondary islands, concentrate and stockpile its troops, and defend the limited territory.

Youhuo Island and Lanyue Island are naturally the top priorities.

More than [-]% of the elites of the human race gathered on those two islands.

However, some third-level islands in the outer periphery are miserable.

For example, Jindao, Youhuomen couldn't allocate too many troops to guard it.

"If you can't beat it, you will move to Youhuo Island. For the mere foundation, does Sect Master Zhang want to fight the Yinling army?"

Chen Ping hummed lightly, and said expressionlessly.

Ethnic disputes cannot be controlled by one person.

Zhang Dafan wanted to ask him to protect Jinjin Island, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Shangzong Li Zhenren issued an edict, forcing me to wait for three months."

Zhang Dafan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly explained:
"It is said that Shu Zhenjun has gone to the Heavenly Beast Island to negotiate with the demon clan. Presumably, the allied forces of humans and demons will meet in the inner sea soon and deal a fatal blow to the abyss."

"Fatal blow?"

Chen Ping couldn't help but smile.

The scourge of the Rift Depths raged for decades.

I haven't seen the group of fifth-order overseas completely eradicate it.

According to his thinking, perhaps a Nascent Soul cultivator would have the strength to decide the world in one fell swoop.

"Shu Zhenjun seems to have broken through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

After a little hesitation, Zhang Dafan spoke.

"Oh?"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Sect Master Zhang, a junior at the peak of Yuan Dan, where did he get the news?"

"It's a message from Master Liang, the purpose is to stabilize the morale of the army."

Zhang Dafan replied cautiously.

In recent years, several Jindan real people have commanded an army to fight against the Yinling clan.

And Liang Yingzhuo is the Jindan who is in charge of the sea area of ​​Jindao.

"Tianlinggen is uniquely endowed by nature, and promotion is quick."

Chen Ping shook his head and sighed.

However, Concubine Shu Mu's realm has been stagnant in the early Yuanying period for a long time.

Without a shortage of high-quality resources, the breakthrough will undoubtedly be smooth and tight.

"Since Daoyou Liang is the commander in chief, why don't you ask him for help?"

After pondering for a moment, Chen Pingmo said.

"Reverend Liang is leading an army to fight against the dragon corpses of the Yinling clan, and he cannot be separated for the time being. His old man also said that no matter what, he will persist for several months, and wait for the demon clan on Tianshou Island."

Zhang Dafan smiled wryly.

If it was a large-scale beast horde, he would not be burdened by the Qingyun Sect, just organize the evacuation of all members.

However, the transit of the Yinling clan's army brought more than just loss of life.

The evil spirit is second to none in damaging the cultivation environment.

The fall of the island means that the human race has lost a habitat.

"Let me think about it for a few days."

Chen Ping waved his hand, but politely invited Zhang Dafan to leave.

……

After returning to the forbidden room, Chen Ping immediately entered the Jinzhu space.

With this breakthrough, his consciousness increased by more than 1 feet.

He tried to open up the surrounding foggy area to obtain new earth cover treasures.

It's a pity that I didn't get what I wanted.

The newly added spirit strength is not enough to expand the Jinzhu space.

Floating in front of the sealed body of the fairy girl, Chen Ping's eyes glowed with fluorescence.

He didn't give Zhang Dafan a clear reply, the reason is very simple.

If the current puppet refining technique can handle this natal puppet, then I have to say sorry to Qing Yunmen.

The general trend of the ethnic group is far less important than the individual's supernatural powers.

With the fifth-order puppet, he is no longer afraid of the ordinary Nascent Soul Stage.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!"

Touching his chin, Chen Ping couldn't help admiring it.

The ethereal temperament of the female corpse is extremely difficult for the human race to reflect.

It's hard to imagine how charming she must have been before she was alive.

In the future, when the fairy female avatar is created, those male true biography of the great sect will be fascinated by it, right?

"Fairy, this peerless treasure book of the heavenly grade is for you to appreciate."

"What is Tianpin Kung Fu? My grandfather has a Tongtian Lingbao in his hands. As long as the fairy is willing to marry me, it will be regarded as a betrothal gift."

"I have a baby transforming pill here..."

Suddenly, Chen Ping laughed strangely, admiring his idea.

Following him, he summoned four strands of Tier [-] ore essence and hit them on the mask.

"Zizi!"

Without any accident, the ground cover was broken in the blink of an eye, and the female corpse of the fairy tribe was sent to the secret room outside.

Putting on a demon fur dress for her, Chen Ping immediately returned to the Jinzhu space.

After taking away the female body, a green wooden box the size of a palm appeared on the ground where the ground cover had just disappeared.

Reach out and grab it, the soul and body become one.

There is also something extra on his right hand.

It was the wooden box before.

With a slight bow, Chen Ping opened the lid of the box.

Clusters of silver-white light bloomed in the box.

There was a flash of blue light in his pupils, and he could see clearly what was in the silver light.

It is a small silver mirror with some incomprehensible runes and carvings imprinted on the surface.

"It's so heavy!"

Stretching out his hand to grab it, with his physical strength, he was unprepared and bumped forward, and fell hard into the stone wall.

Strangely, this small silver mirror weighs only a few kilograms when placed in a wooden box.

After thinking about it this way, it is obvious that the unremarkable wooden box is not an ordinary treasure.

After looking at it from a distance for a long time, Chen Ping suddenly stretched out a finger.

A spiritual light flickered at the fingertips, and a ray of red light that stretched and retracted was looming.

With a flick of the wrist, the red light stabbed straight at the silver mirror in the box.

As a result, mana was injected into the box, like a pebble thrown into the sea, without any reaction.

Chen Ping continued to increase his spellcasting.

It wasn't until the silver mirror remained motionless after consuming [-]% of the mana that he faintly had a guess.

There is a high probability that this thing is not a magic weapon created by the human race.

Could it be the exclusive treasure of the fairy female corpse?
Chen Ping was not sure either.

He really knows too little about the mysterious fairy race.

What kind of magic weapon system this family uses is even more unknown.

"Everyone of the Immortal Race is a body of Taoism, but the body weight of this mirror is at least 500 million catties. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a treasure of physical cultivation."

Sweeping at the slender wrist of the female corpse, Chen Ping became more and more confused.

But it was a fact that he couldn't move the silver mirror.

After experimenting for a long time, Chen Ping finally gave up.

After putting the silver mirror and the wooden box into the storage ring, he began to play with the fairy female corpse.

The structure of this woman is not much different from that of the human race.

The skin feels cold to the touch, and can be broken by blowing bullets. There are not so many grooves on the cherry lips, and it is as flat as a midsummer fruit.

After groping around, Chen Ping confirmed that the girl had not practiced body training before.

Its physical strength stayed at the early Yuan Dan period.

Moreover, through the magnification and survey of the spiritual consciousness, he found that the important parts of the female corpse's meridians, dantian, and bones were completely different from those of the human race.

For example, the human race stores mana mainly by thousands of spiritual acupoints connected to the meridians.

But there is no spiritual acupoint in the body of the immortals.

Their mana is all stored in the dantian of the lower abdomen.

The appearance of the fairy dantian is very strange.

Like a blooming lotus, slowly spinning.

Even though this is a dead body, the dantian is still functioning autonomously.

Chen Ping doesn't have the guts to touch those energies now.

Because as soon as his spiritual consciousness approached, he was involved in it and instantly destroyed.

In the middle of the fifth level, the immortal race is fierce.

Even if she was dead, Chen Ping could not desecrate her.

"pity."

Licking his lips, Chen Ping sighed inexplicably.

The fairy female corpse repair does not have the same spiritual power as that of the human race.

Otherwise, he has a bold idea.

If you can use the treasure-level double cultivation method by yourself, it is definitely enough to keep it secret.

……

Days and nights go by in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping turned over the female corpse and studied it dozens of times.

Finally, he frowned and thought.

Things are a little off.

Chen Ping estimated that with the puppet technique he currently mastered, forcibly sacrificing female corpses might risk falling into a great realm.

Even if the luck is extraordinary, it is impossible to retain the original cultivation.

It seems that taking out the treasure puppet technique in the golden bead space is the most urgent task.

But the difficulty of refining doesn't mean that he can't start making natal puppets.

The natal puppet is the strongest supernatural power of the puppet master.

The back and forth steps are very cumbersome.

The first step is "psychic".

What is psychic?

The body and the puppet were originally two different things.

Breath involvement and numerology mystery all exist independently.

What Chen Ping can do is not difficult.

Utilize the qi of golden elixir, mana qi, and blood essence to warm and nourish the corpse at all times.

Before the late stage, his mana had not yet reached the minimum limit, so it has been dragged down.

Although the psychic process is not complicated, it is time-consuming.

At least ten years of warming.

Then, Chen Ping didn't hesitate anymore.

Separate a batch of golden core energy, fifty drops of blood essence, and then melt into the ice spirit crystal flames, wrapping the fairy female corpse airtightly.

The gorgeous flames flickered, and the pupils of the female corpse shone brightly.

This woman is green petal qualified, second only to five-color petals and seven-color petals.

If built successfully, the potential is unimaginable.

After starting to psychic, Chen Ping cut some pieces of black ice and made an ice coffin.

Pointing at a distance, the female corpse slowly lay down, and became smaller and smaller together with the ice coffin.

It was finally put into the storage ring.

It is Chen Ping's task to repeat this process every one and a half years.

Therefore, at this stage, he is relatively relaxed.

"Da Hui, call Zhang Dafan over here."

Chen Ping ordered via voice transmission.

Thinking of the loss of innocent lives in pieces, he felt a little pity.

……

The bright moon hangs high, and the cold wind blows wildly.

The caves in the mountains are as warm as spring.

The Qingyun sect advocated that Dafan put his hands together and handed over a jade box.

With a sweep of his consciousness, Chen Ping knew what was inside.

Zhang Dafan did what he liked, and unexpectedly sent a few pieces of fourth-grade ore.

Seeing Chen Ping's calm appearance, Zhang Dafan felt a little embarrassed.

Master Haichang is very fond of refining tools, and even specially set up a mine hunting hall to search for high-grade ores in the inner sea.

Almost everyone knows about it.

In the past, Ye Mofan, the deacon of the Xun Mine Hall, often came to Jindao to exchange his needs.

It's just that after the disaster of the abyss broke out, not to mention foreign monks, even the casual monks on this island ran away.

The only ones who are not willing to give up the island's foundation are the big forces like Qingyunmen.

"Hey, I also plan to hold the Golden Elixir Ceremony and invite my colleagues to celebrate. Now that everyone is in dire straits, it seems that there is no end in sight."

While talking, Chen Ping swiped his finger, and the jade box held by Zhang Dafan disappeared.

"Golden Elixir Ceremony?"

Zhang Dafan was startled, as if he had realized something, the tangled look on his face disappeared for a moment, and he took out a piece of water-blue ore from the storage ring.

The appearance of this stone is extremely strange.

At first glance, it looks like a long and narrow giant eye.

"Buddha's eye stone!"

Chen Ping's heart moved, and there was a hint of joy.

This Buddha's eye stone is a very rare fifth-order ore.

It can be made into a magic weapon.

But Buddha's Eye means more to him than that!

In the early days of Yuan Dan, he discovered a method of refining rare treasures in Pu Liuhuan's storage ring.

Jiujixian Umbrella!

According to the jade slips, the power of this treasure is not inferior to the top-level Tongtian Lingbao.

Even leaving aside the bragging elements, the body of the Jiujixian Umbrella can be called extremely powerful.

There are two options for the main material of this umbrella.

The branches of Taixu Shengui or the petiole of Zhenyang Wutong leaves.

The fairy umbrella made by the former focuses on defense, while the latter focuses on attack.

And to smelt the Nine-pole Immortal Umbrella, four auxiliary materials are needed.

Ever since he learned how to make a fairy umbrella, he has been collecting it deliberately.

Unfortunately, except for a few sycamore leaf petioles, other auxiliary materials have never been encountered at all.

Buddha's eye stone is one of the four major auxiliary materials.

Zhang Dafan's gift of treasure gave Chen Ping the feeling that there is no coincidence without a book.

"The younger generation has obtained this Buddha's eye stone for more than seventy years, but the younger generation really does not deserve to have such a treasure, so it happens to be a congratulatory gift for Zhenren Chen."

Zhang Dafan said flatteringly.

He is well aware of the preciousness of the Buddha's eye stone.

But the foundation of the sect is in the thought of the monk in front of him.

He is still very clear about which is more important.

"It is everyone's responsibility to fight against alien races. You are welcome, Daoyou Zhang."

Supporting Zhang Dafan, Chen Ping nodded with a smile.

"So, senior agreed?"

Zhang Dafan was full of surprise, just about to present the Buddha's eye stone, but found that there was no shadow of the ore in his hand.

"What is the strength of that Yinling army?"

Satisfied, Chen Ping finally got to the point.

"Senior, according to the news from our sect's spies, there are a total of [-] ghosts coming towards Jinjin Island, and the leader is a horse corpse at the beginning of the fourth stage."

"In less than five days, they will be able to sweep to Jinjin Island."

Zhang Dafan said hastily.

"Ha ha……"

Chen Ping, who was sipping tea, couldn't help laughing.

"What do you mean by senior?"

Zhang Dafan didn't know why, scratched his nose and asked.

"You guy, I thought it was a great opponent."

With a wave of his big sleeve, Chen Ping summoned Dahui, and said with a light smile, "Please, Daoist Hui, go with fellow Daoist Zhang, and wipe out the horse corpse and the Yinling army."

"Owner!"

Hearing him teasing himself, Da Hui suddenly turned his head and said slightly ashamed.

"Why, Zhang Daoyou still has questions?"

Seeing Zhang Dafan's complexion, Chen Ping said displeased.

"The strength of the Corpse Clan is far superior to that of monks of the same rank, and this junior is worried about Daoist Hui..."

Zhang Dafan gritted his teeth, and the words he said were somewhat disrespectful.

"Zhang Daoyou is right."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Ping thought of a good idea.

I saw him pointing a little bit, and there was a big brown turtle puppet on the ground.

Then, he let the male crystal worm enter the core of the puppet and manipulate the action.

This is naturally the fourth-order puppet that Gu Sixian commissioned him to repair.

During the retreat, he has taken the time to repair it.

Let's work together against the abyss now.

Gu Sixian probably wouldn't mind making an extra effort.

"Haichang is a righteous person, with the help of this puppet, Jindao will be safe and sound!"

Such a simple preservation of the orthodoxy made Zhang Dafan very excited.

……

Watching Dahui and others leave, Chen Ping narrowed his eyes looking at the sky.

The pills and spiritual objects have all been exhausted.

Continue to retreat with twice the result with half the effort.

He has been silent for ten years, and it is time to move his muscles and bones.

I heard from Zhang Dafan before that Liang Yingzhuo was fighting fiercely with the dragon corpse on an island [-] miles away.

As a top monk, it would be unreasonable for him not to help.

What's more, the Bishui Tianjian of Jiandingzong is a middle-grade spiritual treasure.

If he finds a chance to switch and join Zhou Tian Wan Jue Sword Formation, the power will definitely increase by a large amount.

……

The moment Yang Xianchen first rose, a light red small spirit ship sailed into the distance against the wind.

The departure of this spirit ship left the few monks at the ferry stunned.

Now who doesn't know the horror outside the island.

The Yinling clan army is already approaching.

The owner of the spirit ship really didn't know what to think, he didn't want to wait for a relatively safe island, so he chose to go to sea at this time.

……

Sitting on the deck, Chen Ping held a soul lamp in his left and right hands.

He opened his mouth and sprayed, and a pale yellow mist overflowed, entangled the lamp flame.

After about a dozen breaths, he withdrew the spell with the same expression, and put away the soul lamp.

This is his No. 15 tracking technique in recent years.

But there has been no whereabouts of Chen Xingchao and Chen Yiru.

"Could they be controlled by the abyss corpse?"

Chen Ping frowned, thinking secretly.

On that day, Qilin Jiao also surrendered to him.

It shows that the corpse tribe has a big plan, not just as simple as occupying the sea area.

Both Chen Xingchao and Chen Yiru are the direct descendants of the family, Yuandan, and they have certain cultivation value.

Chen Ping was quite distressed by the unexplained loss.

Immediately afterwards, he took out another pure white jade flute.

This is the secret treasure used by the corpse of the giant spirit king to awaken the Qilin feet.

As a rare Divine Soul Treasure, Chen Ping was naturally happy to accept it.

But the level of this treasure is relatively high, so he can't activate it yet.

I can only reluctantly sacrifice and refine it, leaving a mark.

"The black hand behind the abyss may be a great evil cultivator of the human race."

Through the clues of the jade flute, Chen Ping judged.

This kind of spiritual treasure is something that everyone is fighting for in the Wuxiangzhen sect, so there is no reason to let it go easily.

Suspicious by nature, he even set his sights on that Xu Zhenjun.

However, it is better to rot in the stomach for things without any basis, lest disaster come out of the mouth.

……

After taking a few pills, Chen Ping's magic power returned to its full strength.

After breaking through, he still hasn't comprehended the fourth spiritual fire.

He is not sure whether special secret techniques are required to unify the four fires into one.

After all, the previous life was just a fake alchemy, and the real secret is in the hands of several golden alchemy masters.

But for Chen Ping, majoring in exercises should be replaced at the Nascent Soul Realm at the latest.

Otherwise, the pureness of mana alone would be more than a step behind other true kings.

Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators more or less mastered a low-level celestial skill.

If he couldn't return the four fires to one, he would have to find a fire-attribute heavenly skill to replace.

……

The sea breeze is slightly salty.

The spirit ship floated on the sea, moving forward steadily.

Three thousand miles away from the Maha sea that Liang Yingzhuo suppressed, Chen Ping recalled the spirit ship, stepped on the water and disappeared into the air.

In fact, he didn't need to look at the direction, he already knew that the battlefield between the two races was not far away.

Because in the air in all directions, there is a strong evil spirit.

Occasionally, a trace of cold corpse air floats over.

Obviously, there is definitely a large army of ghosts ahead.

The power of the 12-foot soul is deployed, searching the surrounding sea area.

Soon, Chen Ping discovered the residence of the human monks.

On a vast island, a stone city was temporarily built.

The city walls are all piled up with a kind of fiery red soil, and they are fifteen or six feet high.

This is the third-order scorching fire soil.

The anger released has a significant killing effect on the Yinlings.

Of course, it refers to low-level ghosts.

"Hey, why is he in the Youhuomen sea area?"

Among the guards, Chen Ping saw a familiar monk.

This person's eyes are green, and his rosy nose is slightly old.

His cultivation base is not low, he has the realm of Yuandan Great Perfection.

It was Weng Fuhong, the father of the named disciple Weng Mu.

Judging by his golden armor, he should be the commander of the city gate guards.

"Friend Daoist Weng, do you think Master Liang's injury can be suppressed?"

Next to him, a big man in yellow robes in the mid-Yuan Dan period asked in a low voice.

The city at the foot was built to fight against the army of the Yin Elders.

Few unfamiliar monks enter the city on weekdays, so they are relatively leisurely.

"I don't know, but the dragon corpse was also injured a lot."

Weng Fuhong smiled wryly.

Seeing that he was extremely exhausted, how could he be as chic and reckless as he was in the Beauty Palace that day.

"If it wasn't for the protection of those mortals, how could the dragon corpse take advantage of it and enter."

The big man in yellow robe muttered something, not hiding his complaint.

"Nearly a million mortals are on the verge of death, even Weng can't bear it, let alone the upright Daoist Liang."

Weng Fuhong disagreed completely.

Compared with the inner sea, the high-level monks in the Shuangcheng sea area seem to value the lives of mortals more.

Liang Yingzhuo is an exception.

"The race war has been fought for decades, and even monks have died. How can we save them?"

After a pause, the big man in yellow robe approached and asked:

"Friend Daoist Weng, you have a very close relationship with Daoist Haichang, do you know where the old man has gone?"

"What are you running away from!"

Weng Fuhong glared at his friend fiercely, and shouted angrily: "Senior Chen must be involved in important matters if he doesn't show up, so don't make irresponsible remarks."

"Hey, I really don't mean that."

Hearing this, the big man in yellow robe apologized and explained:
"I heard from a fellow Taoist from the Youhuomen that Haichang's strength is no less than that of a great monk. If he shows up, the dragon corpse will definitely run away. You and me, juniors, don't have to worry all day long."

"To be honest, Weng and Senior Chen haven't seen each other for decades."

Shaking his head, Weng Fuhong sighed.

As soon as the words fell, his ears moved, and he swept around subconsciously, his expression also became agitated.

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(End of this chapter)