Journey To Longevity

Zhang Shiping stood high in the sky, surrounded by white clouds and water mist, engulfed by spiritual energy, slowly flowing towards the large black thunderclouds, and the wind moved the clouds in all directions.

At the same time, under the thunder cloud is a barren rocky mountain. There is a person sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. The distance to Zhang Shiping is too far. Even if he uses the sky eye technique, he can only see the thunder cloud and lightning flashes, and he cannot see the barren mountain top at all. The man sitting cross-legged on the boulder. On the contrary, outside the range of the thundercloud, there were dense black spots, but he didn't know if it was the broken rocks blown by the strong wind, or the monks of Zhengyangzong.

After Zhang Shiping was horrified, he suddenly thought of the word Dan Jie in his mind.

That side is not far from Zhengyang Peak, and those who can cross the alchemy here must be the foundation-building monks of the Zhengyang Sect. Looking at the thick black clouds from a distance, Zhang Shiping doesn't know which senior brother it is, whose cultivation has reached such a deep level. the point.

Envious and surprised in his heart, he thought about going up to see how that senior brother survived the tribulation.

There are not many opportunities to watch others cross the catastrophe, but Zhang Shiping resisted the desire to rush over and observe closely. In order not to let others misunderstand, the ancient Qingling boat flew slowly towards the barren rock mountain under Zhang Shiping's control.

When the Qingling ancient boat flew away, the thunderclouds in the sky had already accumulated to the peak, and the Thunder Snake, which was jumping through the black clouds, suddenly turned a few times in the air, zigzagging towards the barren stone mountain.

Zhang Shiping saw that the tribulation thunder had already started to strike, so he couldn't help but speed up the Qingling ancient boat, but when he got closer, about thirty miles away from the black cloud, he saw hundreds of people wearing Zhengyang sect inner sect Monks in disciple costumes.

These are the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect in the early and middle stages of foundation establishment, and they happen to be within the sect. These people drive their own flying magic weapons, and they are suspended in mid-air thirty miles away. !

"Shiping."

Zhang Shiping heard someone calling, turned his head, and saw a person driving a flying magic weapon flying from not far away.

When Zhang Shiping saw the person coming, he was pleasantly surprised, "Uncle, when did you come back?"

The person who came was Zhang Shiping's uncle, Chen Wenguang, who has been on duty at the Ice Spirit Stone Mine in Yuran Mountain all year round. Over the years, he has only been back a few times.

"I just came back the day before yesterday." Chen Wenguang didn't chat with Zhang Shiping, he pointed to the distance, "The opportunity is rare, so watch carefully."

Several bolts of lightning struck down from the thunder cloud, and here Zhang Shiping felt spiritual energy continuously gathering towards the thunder cloud.

The two knew that they wanted to chat about family matters, and they could do it at any time, but there were not many opportunities to watch others go through the alchemy.

Like other foundation-building cultivators, they unreservedly performed the Celestial Eye Technique. Among them, several foundation-building cultivators who had practiced the secret method of spiritual eyes had no hidden thoughts at this time. Some of their eyes glowed pale gold. Some of them shone with a strange purple light, and they didn't know they were all kinds of secret arts.

It's a pity that Zhang Shiping didn't practice the secret art of spiritual eyes, so he could only do his best to use the celestial eye art, hoping to see more clearly.

But near the thundercloud, the aura was swirling like a vortex, and he could only vaguely see a black spot on the top of the mountain under the thundercloud.

He really couldn't see what method the cultivator used. Zhang Shiping felt that it was a pity, but he could no longer move forward.

Because twenty miles away from the barren stone mountain, in all directions, there are monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, blocking the crowd, and further ahead, there are Zongmen Jindan rushing for them.

When Zhang Shiping just approached, he was warned by Zongmen Jindan's spiritual consciousness, which made everyone stop here.

The sect only notified the cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment for such a major event, and it was really inappropriate for too many people to know about it, so neither Zhang Shiping nor Chen Wenguang, the monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, received any news.

Zhang Shiping looked at the Thunder Snakes, he felt sorry for him, how could he resist this kind of power of heaven and earth?

On the side of Huangshi Mountain, the torn lightning was first blocked by the formation where Huangshi Mountain was located, and the silver-purple plasma flowed down from the golden shield of the formation, constantly consuming the power of the formation, and the color of the shield changed rapidly from golden to light. It was pale white, and then another thunderbolt struck, and the formation was directly broken after blocking a few thunderstorms.

At the same time, Gu Binghua, the foundation cultivator who was manipulating the formation on the top of the barren rock, groaned and kept moving his hands the moment the formation was broken.

While driving the three palm-sized 'green', 'blue', and 'purple' shields that had been flying around his body since he crossed the catastrophe, he suddenly burst into spiritual light and turned into a spiritual shield of Zhangxu, three layers in a row, stacked Together, resist the remaining power of the thunder.

While constantly swallowing the elixir and refining the mana of the elixir, he constantly replenished the mana, so that the liquid mana in the dantian could be condensed together as much as possible.

Outside the edge of the dark clouds in a radius of several miles, in the four directions of east, west, north, south, there is a Jindan cultivator flying through the air, his body shape is not affected by the strong wind at all, as if rooted under his feet, he is fixed in the air, motionless.

To the east is the head of the school, Chang Younian, a scholar in his thirties, holding a purple ruler with flashing purple lace.

To the south is a female cultivator wearing a light blue flowing fairy dress. She is Xie Ping who guards the ice stone mine. It is unknown when she came back from the Zhengyang sect.

To the west is Yunqi, an old man with white hair and a hunchback, and to the north is that Xu Youdan.

The four of them quietly watched Gu Binghua, a late-stage monk of the Zongmen's foundation, crossing the alchemy. Outsiders can't interfere with this kind of thing, and what they can do now is not to let others disturb him.

Silver thunder and lightning intersected in the dark clouds, and at the end of Danjie, a few silver snake-like lightning bolts struck down, and the three shields were broken, scorched into pieces.

Gu Binghua didn't have time to feel sorry for his magical weapon. He cast the secret technique, and his body suddenly swelled by three points. It was not blown away by the strong wind, as if it was alive, it quickly enveloped his body, turning into a deep red oval egg shell, and abruptly took the last blow of the silver thunder.

The duck egg-like blood shell turned into coke and shattered directly, splashing dust.

However, the dark thunderclouds in the sky have not dissipated, and it became extremely calm in an instant, there was no sound of thunder and lightning, and the dark clouds rolled in the thunderclouds, but they were silent, and everything in the world seemed to suddenly lose their voice.

Gu Binghua, who was lying on the ground, endured the pain by force, struggled to get up, grinned and sat cross-legged, and immediately guarded his mind, he knew that the final demon had come.

The four Golden Core monks knew that Dan Jie had reached the most dangerous time, so they took more vigilance to protect them.

In Zhengyangzong, the cave house behind Zhengyang Peak, the short and fat old monster Wang was already outside the cave house, and he didn't appear directly, but he was always ready to make a move.

Although a foundation-building cultivator's alchemy will not affect too much, and the strength of the sects will not be out of balance because of one more golden core, but the Yuanying ancestor is still worried. One more golden core in the sect, Many things are easier to do.

But as time passed, he withdrew his consciousness and returned to the cave with a disappointed face.

The aura in the dark clouds outside did not gather anymore, and did not pour down towards Gu Binghua on the barren rock mountain. They began to dissipate, and everything became clear again soon.

Chang Younian looked at the embarrassed Gu Binghua below, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, only the final test of inner demons remained in the Dan Jie, but unfortunately he still failed, otherwise today the sect would have given birth to a person who can call each other a Taoist friend Jindan monk.

The female cultivator Xie Ping and the three Jindan also rushed over immediately. With a wave of her long sleeves, she lifted the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been seriously injured and unconscious, and emitted a blue-white aura to wrap Gu Binghua around him, stabilizing his injury.

After watching him get better, he took out a dark green pill that exuded vitality from his storage bag, the dark green pill the size of a longan, and flew to his lips.

Under Xie Ping's control, Gu Binghua, who was seriously injured and unconscious, opened his mouth, and after the pill entered, it turned into a warm current, nourishing his seriously injured body.

Thanks to "Island of Eternal Night" for the reward.

I finally wrote a hundred chapters, as if thinking of the baby Tianlong in the tomb of Chendong Dashen a hundred times, a hundred times.