Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 560 A Passenger Along the Way (6.5K is 800 Monthly Pass Plus!)
"Friend Daoist Weng?"

Seeing Weng Fuhong's dull expression, the yellow-robed man's heart tightened, and he followed his gaze, and his complexion suddenly turned pale.

The sky outside the city sprinkled a pure fire avenue several feet wide.

Connecting the sky and the earth, it looks like the natural phenomenon of heaven and earth.

Hundreds of city guards cast their gazes, either vigilant or shocked.

At this time, a monk in green shirt had appeared at the end of the fire path.

I didn't see him stepping forward with both feet, but his figure flashed a few times, and he came to the gate of the city, slowly floating.

"Haichang... the real person?"

The big man in yellow robe trembled with fright, feeling great fear in his heart.

His conversation just now was not so polite, he faintly complained that Senior Chen ignored the overall situation and only wanted to be comfortable.

Coincidentally, the real Haichang was nearby.

With the strength of his soul, he must have heard the words just now clearly.

Finished!

Thinking of the several nicknames that Haichang Zhenren had spread outside, the big man in yellow robe felt ashamed for a moment.

"Since you are on-the-job guards, you should work with your heart. How can you face the corpse clan with a trembling grimace?"

After looking around, Chen Ping reprimanded him lightly.

The sound was deep and subtle, but it reached every monk's ears like thunder.

After finishing speaking, Chen Ping flicked his sleeves, and Weng Fuhong was lifted up by a cloud of fire, and shot into the city together with him.

"Senior didn't bother me?"

The big man in yellow robe bowed his head in ecstasy, his face looked like he had escaped from death.

"Reverend Haichang is here to help us!"

"Senior Chen has held on for 38 breaths in the hands of the bird corpse. No matter how rampant the dragon corpse is, it is not the opponent of the two ancestors!"

"Hey, you don't know Senior Chen. It is said that every time he disappears for a long period of time, his strength will increase by several percent. Yu feels that the dragon corpse may not be the only enemy of Senior Chen."

"Fellow Daoist Yu's words are an exaggeration. Ten years are but a snap of the fingers for a Jindan cultivator. How can he cultivate any great supernatural powers?"

"We'll wait and see, Yu is just talking casually."

After Chen Ping's appearance, the originally solemn guarding team all showed joy and discussed in a hurry.

It seems that whoever knows more about Daoist Haichang is more knowledgeable.

……

"Fu Hong, why did you come to the Nether Fire Gate sea area?"

As Hongyun galloped, Chen Ping asked casually.

"Senior Chen didn't know something, but it was a figurative order from Lord Shu Zhen. She dispatched a hundred Yuandans from Fuyou and Yanning cities respectively, and built thousands of foundations to go northward, and divided them into various corpse-killing armies."

Not daring to delay for a moment, Weng Fuhong replied hastily.

"Haichangfang... No, Jiang Peiling Jiang Daoyou from Pingyunzong, and senior's junior Yang Ziyu were also transferred here."

"It's just that they were divided into the Moon Lane Sea Area, and they are not with the younger generation."

Weng Fuhong then added.

"It should be. What Shu Zhenjun did is for the people of the archipelago, and I deeply support it."

After listening, Chen Ping nodded slightly, without showing any dissatisfaction.

If the Pingyun Sect wants to establish itself for thousands of generations and pass it on like the Inner Sea Four Sects, it must take protecting the entire ethnic group as its own responsibility.

What's more, Jiang Peiling is talented but lacks experience.

This clan war may further pave the way for her.

"How is Mu'er doing?"

Chen Ping smiled and asked gently.

"Thank you, Senior Chen, for your concern. Quanzi broke into the Yuandan Realm three years ago, but he suffered some injuries from the thunder calamity and is still in retreat."

When it comes to the only son Weng Mu, Weng Fuhong also has a smile on his face.

His life span is running out.

Weng Mu is his only concern.

On this point, Weng Fuhong thanked Chen Ping sincerely.

It's a pity that with the improvement of Chen Ping's cultivation base, he can no longer bring him any help.

"Yuan Dan is here!"

Chen Ping sighed, and said in a self-deprecating way:

"My master is very incompetent. I haven't provided much resources for such a big matter as my apprentice's alchemy."

"Senior Chen's words are wrong. Gouzi is the shopkeeper of Haichang Fang, and he is also the disciple of the senior. Now the forces in the city are more or less trying to sell some face."

"The Three Dao Wen Qingxu Hualou Pill that Mu'er took when he broke through was obtained from a certain Pill Saint by relying on the face of the senior."

Weng Fuhong said gratefully.

Do your best to attribute Weng Mu's contribution to Chen Ping's contribution to Yuandan.

Then, knowing that he hadn't returned to Fuyou City for a long time, Weng Fuhong gave a detailed and appropriate report on the current situation.

Borrowing Chen Ping's prestige, Haichangfang has grown into a large-scale force in the waters of Shuangcheng for decades.

Not only opened three other branches in Fuyou City.

Even Yanning City has established a new branch.

Of course, there is Wei Xueling's special care here.

It is worth mentioning that, after Jindan Sanxiu Gu Lupu disappeared for so long, the outside world believed that he had fallen.

As soon as the backer fell, Yushouzong took refuge in Haichangfang.

Later, Jiang Peiling, Guan Ni'er, and Weng Mu condensed Yuan Dan one after another, completely establishing the rising trend of one party's overlord.

"Miss Ni'er also Yuan Dan?"

Chen Ping's heart moved, thinking secretly.

This woman is a mixed blood of the Sea Clan and Jindan Human Clan, and her identity is mysterious.

However, now he is not afraid at all.

With his supernatural powers, it should be easy to deal with the Pipa girl.

The rapid development of Haichangfang made Chen Ping feel a little relieved.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

A very realistic sentence.

A beam of sword light that he throws at will can kill dozens of Yuan Dan.

Even if it is an ordinary golden elixir, he can't do a single trick in his hands.

With supernatural powers at this level, it feels like being too cold at a high place.

At least this is the case in the Yuanyan Islands.

……

There are no streets and attics in the temporary small town.

Simply divided into two areas.

Mortals and qi cultivators live together on a plain.

The high-level monks gathered in a mountain range to recharge their batteries and prepare for the next big battle.

High in the sky, Chen Ping's body froze slightly after probing down with his spiritual sense.

The plain below is simply a purgatory on earth.

Nearly a million mortals crowded together, and the wailing and pain were endless.

Weng Fuhong obviously knew why, and explained in a low voice:
"These mortals and low-ranking juniors are the souls that Master Liang saved from various islands."

"The new Yinling clan appeared so suddenly, I almost didn't react, and let the evil spirit erode thousands of miles around."

"The ones that are far away are lucky, but the ones that are close will be dead when Master Liang rushes over."

After hearing this, Chen Ping did not make a sound.

Weng Fuhong mentioned to him just now that Liang Yingzhuo went deep into tens of thousands of miles alone in order to save ordinary people against all opinions.

In order to protect the spirit ship from returning to the city, he even fought a bloody battle with the dragon corpse.

In the end, Liang Yingzhuo was seriously injured, and he sacrificed the Bishui Heavenly Sword to barely force the dragon corpse back.

"Go down and have a look."

With a blank expression on his face, Chen Ping scattered to escape the light and landed on a valley.

In this flat area, there are about [-] mortals and dozens of qi cultivators.

The fire in the center is lit with spirit wood.

The diffuse fire spiritual power kept the surrounding temperature from falling into extreme cold.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for mortals to withstand the cold wind at night.

With a random sweep, Chen Ping's eyes fell on a gray pot the size of a house.

"Dudududu!"

It is steaming hot, with fragrant porridge and rice cooked inside.

Three or four qi cultivators each held a spiritual spoon of the magic weapon level and stirred vigorously.

Every ten breaths, several people poured out half a bottle of Bigu Dan and added it.

For a better satiety effect.

"These juniors are qi-training loose cultivators we rescued. Because of their low strength, they couldn't go to the battlefield, so they were arranged to take care of mortals."

Weng Fuhong explained from the side.

"what!"

At this time, leaning against a certain corner of the stone wall, a howl of extreme pain resounded.

A skinny middle-aged mortal was foaming at the mouth, his body twisted and twisted.

There was a lingering gray breath around his leg.

The middle-aged man subconsciously threw his hands and kicked with his feet, but it had no effect at all.

How can a mere mortal bear the evil spirit's energy entering his body?

After a few breaths, the person's struggle gradually subsided.

Like a stranded fish and shrimp breathing heavily, maintaining the last life.

Chen Ping Gujing glanced calmly.

There are as many as 50 to [-] middle-aged people who have been infiltrated by evil spirits.

Almost every moment someone is tortured and dying.

The valley, which seems warm as spring and full of food, is actually a purgatory on earth.

"Why, Liang Yingzhuo can't be cured?"

Looking away, Chen Ping asked flatly.

"Really Liang tried his best."

Weng Fuhong shook his head with a wry smile and said:
"The evil spirit is extremely difficult to entangle, and the non-diluted third-grade healing elixir has no effect."

"Since the outbreak of the abyss disaster, Master Liang has treated nearly tens of millions of mortals, not only him, but even the third-grade pills in the hands of monk Yuandan like me have been exhausted."

"The high-level monks have to reserve their mana to deal with the ghosts who kill them at any time. Therefore, these mortals who are infected with the evil spirit have to wait for death."

"is it?"

With a cold smile, Chen Ping will not be easily fooled by him.

With a slight sway of his left palm, a large silver hand with a radius of tens of feet slowly rose into the air.

In the blink of an eye, he went back and forth from the city.

The palm fell again, and seven or eight Yuandan monks were brought back.

"See Master Haichang!"

When those inexplicable monks saw Chen Ping, they were immediately shocked and turned cold, and knelt down on one knee to salute.

As for the mortals in the valley, they were stunned and called gods.

Chen Ping didn't talk nonsense at all, his tyrannical consciousness penetrated the storage rings of several people, and checked them carefully several times.

The next moment, his expression softened.

As Weng Fuhong said, none of the Yuan Dans had a third-grade healing pill on them.

"You can think about the overall situation, you have a good disposition."

Having said that, Chen Ping nodded.

Weng Fuhong broke out in cold sweat with fear.

Fortunately, he was telling the truth, otherwise, even if he had a close relationship with Master Haichang, he probably would not have escaped punishment.

"Uncle Immortal, please save my father!"

A boy of thirteen or fourteen jumped up from the crowd and bowed to Chen Ping.

The direction that the dirty palm pointed was the middle-aged man who just had a fit of evil poison.

"Bold!"

Weng Fuhong saw that the boy approached Chen Ping, raised his brows, and pointed out a light wall to block him out.

"Boom!"

The boy's head was bleeding from the hit, and he curled up on the ground with a terrified expression.

But he suffered only ordinary abrasions, which healed in a few days.

"In front of real people, don't be presumptuous!"

The other Yuan Dans had spiritual power in their mouths, tacitly intimidating the mortals around them.

In their eyes, there is no difference between mortals and ants.

The rescue was saved, but it was basically due to the pressure exerted by Liang Yingzhuo, the golden core monk.

"I'm not a fairy."

Smiling at the boy, Chen Ping waved his sleeve robe, melting the light wall.

At this moment, the boy was already trembling with fright, his lips were so dark that he dared not speak.

Of course he doesn't know what the golden core realm means in the archipelago.

"Life and death are really normal, but since we have met, it won't hurt me to intervene once."

Raising his head, Chen Ping opened his mouth and spit out a stream of ice crystal flames.

"Zizi!"

The magnificent spiritual fire danced like a snake, and when the middle-aged man's legs burned, the yin and spirit energy instantly melted into nothingness.

Then, the middle-aged man who was just waiting to die miraculously woke up, his face glowing red as if he was born again.

"father!"

The boy wept with joy, and flung himself together with the middle-aged man.

This scene made Weng Fuhong and Yuan Dan dumbfounded.

It wasn't that Chen Ping killed the evil spirit casually, they could barely do this.

The point is, the reputation of Master Haichang has nothing to do with kindness and softness.

"Thank you Immortal for your great kindness."

The father and son were grateful and kowtowed.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was saved, the mortals knelt down in unison.

They are all begging the gods to take action to save their loved ones.

Seeing this, Chen Ping couldn't help frowning.

Although the spirit fire restrains the evil spirit, it is the limit to save [-] to [-] wounded.

The number of hundreds of thousands, I am afraid that the Nascent Soul cultivator is also powerless.

"trouble!"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, and shot out a large string of radiant items from the storage ring in his right hand.

They are all uniform pill bottles, and there are hundreds of them.

He clenched his fist slightly again, and a burst of force exploded, shattering the pill bottle.

"Wow"

"Wow"

More than 1000 pills of various colors and shapes were suspended and leaked out, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.

All are third-grade healing pills!

"Each elixir is diluted into [-] parts with Lingquan and distributed to the mortals who have been poisoned by Yin Sha poison."

Chen Ping said indifferently.

While these words echoed, all the cultivators fell silent.

Weng Fuhong and several Yuan Dan felt strange and startled.

There are many high-quality products with three lines in this batch of elixirs.

The total value is at least [-] to [-] middle-grade spirit stones!

Could this real Haichang want to imitate Liang Yingzhuo and strive for a good reputation of truth and kindness?
"What are you doing in a daze, and send it as I said."

Chen Ping said coldly.

"As ordered!"

Weng Fuhong received the order with clasped fists, full of admiration.

In all fairness, he couldn't bear to watch hundreds of thousands of clansmen die one by one under his nose.

After distributing the elixir, Chen Ping's figure slowly rose.

"Chen Daoyou, the old man misunderstood you in the past."

Beside him, a leisurely voice came.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with a sword on his back suddenly appeared.

"Why did Fellow Daoist Liang say such a thing? There is indeed a lot of innocent blood on Chen's hands."

Without turning his head, Chen Ping said with a faint smile.

The person who came was the commander of this human army, Liang Yingzhuo.

The number of times the two met was not infrequent.

This old man usually calls out his Daoist name directly, but this is the first time he calls him "Fellow Daoist".

Chen Ping was not happy to be recognized by him.

Because he did something without reward, but it was contrary to his usual style.

"Those who block your way are not innocent."

The next moment, Liang Yingzhuo said something that made Chen Ping look sideways.

"This old man only asks himself to be magnanimous all his life, and others can't care about it. Chen Daoyou has the bottom line of sympathizing with the human race, and this old man is also a guest along the way."

After listening, Chen Ping smiled happily and turned around.

Liang Yingzhuo preaches righteously, but his character is not pedantic.

Jiandingzong has this kind of first cultivation, which should be much stronger than Su Han.

"No one can stop what I want to do, and no one can force what I don't want to do."

Chen Ping glanced at Liang Yingzhuo and spoke slowly.

His injuries were extremely serious.

The meridians of the whole body, including the dantian, are filled with powerful corpse energy, and they need to be suppressed with magic power at all times.

If the retreat is not resolved in time, this person probably won't live for three years.

"Chen Daoyou wants to help the old man this time?"

After a brief greeting, Liang Yingzhuo immediately got to the point.

"How much strength can you exert?"

Chen Ping said bluntly.

"Seventy percent."

Shaking his head, Liang Yingzhuo said helplessly: "The dragon corpse has a faint tendency to step into the fifth level, and its supernatural powers can already resist Lingbao without serious injury."

"Lend me the Bishui Heavenly Sword, Chen Mouding took the head of the dragon corpse!"

With a stern look in his eyes, Chen Ping assured him with confidence.

"The Fentian Sword is the treasure of the sect's inheritance, and it cannot be grasped by anyone who belongs to the sect. This is the ancestral precept, and it is inconvenient for me to disobey it."

Liang Yingzhuo directly refused, then slapped the jade sword on his back, and said solemnly: "If you don't mind Chen Daoyou, you can take this Qiankun Shengxie sword."

"I detest it."

Humming unhappily, Chen Ping spoke bluntly.

Qiankun Shengxie Sword is Liang Yingzhuo's natal magic weapon, but the quality is the top grade.

It is a little short of the power of the purple rhinoceros sword, so what can it do.

"Shengxie is infused with my righteous sword intent, and his lethality against the corpse clan is extraordinary."

Liang Yingzhuo retorted solemnly.

He was interrupted by Chen Ping before he finished speaking, and said in a nonchalant voice: "Stop talking nonsense, where is the dragon corpse entrenched?"

He came here for two main purposes.

One is the Celestial Sword of Clear Water.

But Shu Zhenjun strictly ordered all the cultivators to fight among themselves, Chen Ping was not good at blatantly robbing.

The second plan is to kill the dragon corpse and obtain high combat merit points.

However, he was not willing to go with Liang Yingzhuo.

Without restraint, he can unscrupulously display his supernatural powers.

"Over there on Xiya Island."

Pointing to the east, Liang Yingzhuo confided.

"very good!"

Chen Ping nodded, and flew a distance of more than ten miles.

Seeing that he was so arrogant, Liang Yingzhuo's complexion changed, and he quickly stopped him via voice transmission:

"Chen Daoyou can't do it. According to the latest news that this old man has learned, the dragon corpse has joined a fourth-order peak companion. Even if you make a breakthrough in your cultivation, it's still dangerous to fight against two!"

As a result, the frenzied escape came to an abrupt end.

Pausing for a few breaths as if standing still, he turned back unwillingly.

"Next time, please finish your sentence in one breath."

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and he said very dissatisfied.

A single dragon carcass is enough for him to eat a pot.

The combination of two peak fourth-order corpse races is enough to pose a great threat to him.

It is not impossible to kill by force.

But this way, all the strength was directly exposed.

All in all, not necessary.

"The old man only learned about it three hours ago."

Liang Yingzhuo stroked his beard, and said with a serious expression: "The army of Yin spirits has become one and their strength has skyrocketed. If you don't take the initiative to come to the door, Mr. Daoist Chen, they must be eager to find you."

"You are the only Golden Core cultivator here, if I don't arrive, how can you survive?"

Chen Ping, whose spiritual consciousness had already covered the entire island, frowned and said suspiciously.

Six hundred foundations, 55 Yuandan monks, plus Liang Yingzhuo are all the strength of this human race.

"To tell you the truth, fellow daoist, this old man is ready to sacrifice his life for the clan."

Liang Yingzhuo smiled indifferently, and the sword of righteousness in his body seemed to resonate, dancing unsteadily.

"Come early!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping was quite annoyed in his heart.

If Liang Yingzhuo died in the hands of the dragon corpse, wouldn't the Bishui Tianjian immediately become a treasure without an owner?

Now it's all right, and I have to fight desperately with the corpse clan.

……

City Hall.

With an order, Liang Yingzhuo summoned all the Yuandan monks.

Most of these monks come from Jianding and Youhuo sects.

Leading the way are two fake pills.

When they learned that Master Haichang sitting at the top would join them in resisting the army of Yin spirits, all the cultivators were immediately excited.

"Fellow daoists, there is no need to be too polite."

Chen Ping pressed his hand and asked everyone to sit down.

At the same time, a strange feeling grew in my heart.

Enjoying the surrender of others is one of the meanings of cultivation.

……

After a stick of incense.

The council of high-ranking monks ended in a passionate atmosphere.

Including Liang Yingzhuo and Chen Ping, the two ancestors, agreed that it is necessary to take the initiative to move the battlefield to the vast sea area.

Otherwise, in a fight on the island, millions of mortals would simply not be able to bear the effects of fighting.

"There are still too few native Golden Core cultivators."

On the top of the mountain, Chen Ping said with emotion.

He completely forgot about those golden pills that died under his hands.

"My Sword Cauldron Sect will soon have an additional Golden Core, as well as Youhuo, Lanyue, and Sanjue Hall. At this time of life and death, there is no need to hide the background of the four Inner Sea Sects."

Liang Yingzhuo coughed a few times and said softly.

"Shu Zhenjun went to Tianshou Island to negotiate with the monster clan. Where is that Zhenjun Zhaoxie?"

Glancing in the distance, Chen Ping asked.

"Four years ago, Fellow Daoist Qu of You Huo Sect encountered an army of Yin spirits. Zhenjun Zhaoxie showed up once in the middle, but he just took a glance and left."

"With his supernatural powers, it's easy to kill the leader of the fourth-order corpse clan."

What Liang Yingzhuo said made Chen Ping's heart skip a beat.

The old guy who was born as a cultivator really regarded the lives of his fellow clan as worthless!
In addition to Xu Zhenjun's allegory order, there must be an advantage to attracting evil spirits to invade the Yuanyan Islands from thousands of miles away.

Saving the people of the archipelago from fire and water is not the purpose of that person at all.

It seems that there is no need to count on Zhaoxie.

If you don't kill people and seize treasures, you have to be thankful.

"By the way, has fellow Daoist Liang seen the unicorn corpse that was rumored a few years ago?"

Chen Ping said casually.

"You mean the news that came from a certain third-level island."

After a pause, Liang Yingzhuo said directly:
"As soon as the news spread, it immediately attracted Shu Zhenjun's attention, but in the next few years, none of the human armies came across the so-called ink unicorn corpse. Gradually, all the cultivators were dubious."

"Not good!"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and felt a little headache.

The corpse clan's reaction was very quick. Once the Qilin's feet were wiped out, it was hidden even deeper.

But the army of Yin spirits collected the flesh and blood of high-level monks everywhere, and it must be to support something.

It's not as simple as Concubine Shu Mu judged, just quickly cultivating the fourth-order corpse clan.

"Fellow Daoist, you never leaked the news about the Qilin Corpse?"

Liang Yingzhuo observed the words and expressions, and tried his best.

"You're worrying too much."

His expression returned to normal in an instant, of course Chen Ping would not admit it.

If you really want to make it clear, it must be in front of Concubine Shu Mu.

Back then on Lanyue Island, this woman did not put pressure on Nascent Soul, which made Chen Ping retain a little bit of trust in her.

……

after one day.

A large spirit ship sailed on the sea, surrounded by eyeliners.

"According to the two real people, the army of Yin spirits is less than a thousand miles away from us!"

At this time, a red ray of light hurriedly descended to the deck, and Weng Fuhong showed his figure and reported to the two Jindanhui.

"Oh, I see."

Chen Ping waved his hand, looking calm and composed.

"Chen Daoyou's method is brilliant!"

On the side, Liang Yingzhuo stroked his beard and smiled.

Half a day ago, Chen Ping killed Shangxiya Island with his sword alone, killing thousands of ghosts in a flash.

The corpse clan was furious, and all members immediately mobilized, chasing here with evil spirits.

It happened to fall into the calculation of the human race.

"Open all the formations and restrictions, and today the scorching sun hangs in the air, just in time to annihilate the ashes of this group of evil creatures!"

After the voice fell, the purple rhinoceros sword wrapped in the sword light and Chen Ping instantly merged into one.

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