Journey To Longevity

The sacrifice of the natal magic weapon is not a trivial matter, no matter who is a Jindan real person, he will treat his natal magic weapon with caution.

Besides, the scarlet soul itself is extremely hard, and the Golden Core True Fire cannot directly refine it, and the Black Flame he has cultivated for many years is stronger than the ordinary Golden Core True Fire, and its power is enough. However, this black flame is obviously inappropriate here. If it is forcibly sacrificed, I am afraid that it will not be refined at that time, but will be melted directly, wasting this red soul spar.

Zhang Shiping still knew this, after he had seen it, he put away the brocade box with his hands.

Then Zhang Shiping sat cross-legged on the futon and began to think. After a while, his expression gradually became solemn, and he decided to set up a formation, and cooperate with Qingyang Fire Art's extremely superior sacrificial secret method, to put his own These four Qingshuang swords were refined again.

Of course, his sacrifice alone is far inferior to the green fire gourd refined by Tianfeng Zhenjun at that time. At that time, he gathered seven Jindan real people with green sun fire, and he supported the formation, day and night. It has been practiced for ten years. Zhang Shiping estimated that it would take at most half a year for him to refine this red soul into the four blue frost swords.

After making up his mind, Zhang Shiping groped among the stored treasures, and took out the jade slips that recorded Qingyang's Fire Art, and looked at them happily. He hadn't read this exercise for a long time. In order to prevent any unnecessary omissions, he started from the beginning and read it word by word.

As for the remaining piece of the Yanyun Pagoda, I used the secret method "Jing Linghua Yuanju" obtained from the bronze lamp chain earlier. It is enough to refine it with the blood of monsters and beasts, and there is no need to use different methods to sacrifice it. Refining, so as not to conflict with each other, but damage the magic weapon itself.

Reviewing the past to learn the new, Zhang Shiping spent about half an hour reading the entire Qingyang fire method word by word, and then looked at the formation materials in his storage bag, and took out the required materials. However, there are a few treasured and infrequently used spiritual objects, which he did not keep in his storage bag, so he immediately went out to the nearby Wuyuefang City to take a look around, wasting half a day, and it was hard to get them all up.

It is also fortunate that he is in Binhai City, which is a place where monks gather. It may take several years to search for him alone. Although Jindan monks have a long lifespan, they can't stand such a waste.

After hurriedly returning to the Green Bamboo Valley, Zhang Shiping had to open up another refining room with a radius of several feet near the bamboo house due to the size of the formation. After deducing the formation several times in his mind, Zhang Shiping started set up.

Five days later, Zhang Shiping made the last stroke. Seeing that the formation was exactly the same as that recorded in the classics, his tired eyes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Shiping lightly recited the mantra, raised the protective formation in the refining room, returned to the quiet room, concentrated on meditation, and replenished the spirit and mana that had been consumed before. Refining the red soul and re-sacrificing the magic weapon is a slow process, so don't be careless!

After meditating for a long time, Zhang Shiping got up and took a bath. He tied his long hair into a bun and secured it with a jade hairpin with bamboo knots. He changed into a comfortable moon-white plain clothes and walked towards the refining room full of energy. go.

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Three months after Zhang Shiping entered the refining room and sacrificed the flying sword, the sound of rumbling wind and thunder suddenly came from the secret place of Bilang Island far away on the Canggu Ocean. The entrance to the secret realm located on the surface of the sea suddenly expanded several times, and the sea surface was cut across in an instant, surpassing the height of thousands of feet, and the seabed was exposed. The silt on the bottom of the sea was still disappearing, as if in the blink of an eye, The sea has changed.

The bottom of Bilang Island is like a huge beast arching high. Starting from the outer edge of the island near the secret realm, cracks several feet wide began to appear, getting deeper and wider, and passing along the cracks. The earth and rocks were overturned, the mountains were slumped, and countless flowers, plants and trees fell into the surging sea water in the blink of an eye. The animals on the mountain ran and fled, and finally fell into the muddy and muddy sea water with howls. , annihilated into ashes.

But all of this was not noticed by those big monks standing high in the sky.

Nascent Soul old monsters with all kinds of auras shining around them, although some of them felt a little strange that the secret realm of Bilang Island was shattered earlier, but they didn't have time to think about it. Because when this secret realm expanded and devoured to the limit, suddenly countless earth and rocks appeared from the void.

From time to time, space cracks that were visible to the naked eye and pitch-black like ink appeared, countless blue-purple-red thunderbolts pierced the sky, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, countless waterspouts rose from the sea, and the turbulent waves set off thousands of feet high. This shocking change lasted for seven full days. During this period, streams of light pierced the sky continuously, and with the stream of light going away, there were those Nascent Souls and old monsters.

But when the wind and thunder dissipated, large and small islands rose up, scattered thousands of times, like stars, but the above was a little barren, without any greenery!

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On the surface of the sea tens of thousands of miles away from Bilang Island, a group of blurred and dreamy white light flew away like a meteor, crossed the ocean, and happened to land on a small island.

And on the surface of the sea not far from the island, the spiritual energy was violent and chaotic, and the wind was strong. A huge wave higher than a hundred feet suddenly rose and slapped fiercely towards a blue light. There were bursts of hissing and whistling in the waves. Looking carefully, one of the flood dragons, which was as black as ink, was dozens of long, suddenly jumped into the sea in mid-air.

"Qinghe!" The gloomy light flashed, and the black flood dragon broke through the waves from the sea, snaking around, stepping on ink clouds under its claws, its vertical pupils glowing with cold light, staring not far away and roaring, the sound was like muffled thunder.

I saw a laugh coming from the originally empty place in the air, a long-bearded Taoist man wearing a green robe, holding a silver silk whisk, looking at the black flood dragon calmly, "You don't need to waste your time, If you want to get a treasure, you and I will see the real trick."

Ao Ji heard that the mane on his neck and two slender beards were fluttering in the wind, and the sternness in his eyes became more and more serious, and then there was an extremely seductive black light on his body , but suddenly turned his head, and the thick and powerful dragon tail swung over. But Qinghe flicked the dust whisk in his hand, turning it into a cloud of white mist, sweeping towards his left side.

One person and one dragon said coldly at the same time: "Get out!"

Two quick and dull voices sounded, suddenly a cloud of golden light appeared hundreds of meters away from the two of them, and there were two faint figures in the golden light, the golden light did not stop, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

PS: It's three chapters, it's a bit late, but it's not a broken promise! ! !