Journey To Longevity

Nanming Island is much larger than Xiaofeng Island. Zhang Shiping saw the black line earlier, it was a towering and long iron black wall, which was more than fifty feet high, extending along the left and right sides, surrounding the island stand up.

And in the walkway on the wall, Zhang Shiping could clearly see groups of monks in black iron armor passing by boastfully from time to time, and he counted them a little. There are as many as ten thousand people. And under the high wall, there is a portal every few miles. These portals are large and small, the large ones allow the passage of huge ships more than 30 feet high, while the small ones can only be used by monks to enter and exit.

Seeing the monks in the city, Zhang Shiping walked out of the gate, and then some of the imperial weapons flew up, and some suddenly flew into the air. Obviously, here even the golden core monks can't directly go out of the city, so they have to go out of the city gate honestly. to fly away.

When Zhang Shiping was looking at the black wall, the auras of the several spiritual lights that greeted him on the opposite side were quite heavy and impressive, obviously they were all Jindan stage monks.

These Jindan monks flew past Zhang Shiping. Among them, the purple-blue flying rainbow flew at the end. After seeing Zhang Shiping, he paused for a moment. In the spiritual light was a middle-aged black-clothed monk. This person looked at Zhang Shiping, and his lips moved slightly. , and then under the call of several Jindan Taoist friends in front of him, he nodded towards Zhang Shiping, and immediately chased after him.

Zhang Shiping, who was in the light, also nodded, and then flew forward expressionlessly. Randomly found a place among the many city gates, the city gate looked small before, but when I walked in, it was actually five or six feet high, much taller than the city gates in the world.

Seeing Zhang Shiping fall, after the brilliance dissipated, a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect guarding the city's eyes lit up, trotted over, and said very respectfully: "Disciple Qian Yu pays respects to Elder Zhang."

Then he led Zhang Shiping into the city gate, and there were several Foundation Establishment cultivators who were queuing up, seeing this without the slightest opinion. In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the most respected, and the monks who can make the city defenders so respectful must be the monks of the Jindan period. Besides, Zhang Shiping was wearing Xuanyuanzong's costume. In this way, no matter how stupid those few foundation cultivators were, they knew that Zhang Shiping was the Jindan Elder of Xuanyuanzong, so who would dare to say anything?

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Shiping did not go directly to Qinghe Zhenjun, but asked this disciple to lead the way, found a cave to stay in, and took a rest for the time being. Zhang Shiping, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes, letting the trace of fatigue in his body dissipate.

He didn't expect to meet the former Zhengyangzong's Uncle Zhao here, the son of the former head Chang Younian. This Senior Brother Zhao formed the alchemy nearly seventy years earlier than him. But now he is still in the early stage of Jindan, and there is still some distance from the middle stage of Jindan, Zhang Shiping has surpassed him by a head.

And after Zhao Wuxie caught up with fellow daoists, one of them, a rather handsome female cultivator in yellow shirt, asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, have you met someone you know?"

He smiled and said, "I know him but not too well, just say hello."

"The old man looks at the clothes of that person. He is an elder of the Xuanyuan Sect. He looks really young, much better than us casual cultivators. As the saying goes, there are many friends and many roads. One day, Fellow Daoist Zhao will help introduce you. With the help of that fellow Taoist, we can move to a cave with better spiritual energy, at least we can save some spiritual stones, and our life will be much easier." Another old man in sackcloth said hoarsely.

"Old Liang really likes to joke. If you want to find a high-quality cave on Nanming Island, it couldn't be easier for you." Zhao Wuxie chuckled lightly.

"Don't, I can't be restrained, otherwise I would have found a sect and become a guest elder. Besides, if I obey the orders of the two sects, what should I do if I encounter danger? If I don't escape, my life will be lost. If I escape, I will anger the two sects. Those small profits are not worth it." Fuxu said the old man in sackcloth.

In Nanming Island, the golden core monks are living well, but some caves with high aura are occupied by the Xuanyuan and Bixiao sects for the golden core monks in the sect to practice. If casual cultivators want to obtain such a cave, they have to be dispatched by two sects now, otherwise they will not be able to rent no matter how many spiritual stones they spend, so they can only choose a place with a little less spiritual energy as a cultivation cave.

After lying in the cave for a while, Zhang Shiping sent a disciple from his sect to deliver a letter to True Monarch Qingyu, telling him when he would officially come to the gate tomorrow. After finishing these, Zhang Shiping suddenly patted his forehead, and suddenly thought of the dove that he met on the way.

He came to the front hall of the cave, which is a relatively spacious place, and then wiped his white jade belt, took out a storage bag, and after untying the belt, a white aura burst out, before Zhang Shiping Immediately, a gray dove appeared. Getting a little closer, under the light of the moonstone in the cave, the feathers flashed with all kinds of brilliance like a dream, gorgeous and beautiful, which made Zhang Shiping, who didn't think so, paused for a while, thinking in his heart why this Huijiu Caiyi was so popular with those Nascent Soul cultivators.

But no matter how gorgeous this Huijiu's feather coat is, it's just a foreign object. Zhang Shiping waved his hand and released a blue light, easily peeling off this Huijiu's belt and feathers, without any flesh and blood. Then Zhang Shiping raised his hand again, unleashing several sword lights, he dismembered the rest of the corpse into eight pieces in two or three strokes, clearly distinguishing the flesh, flesh and internal organs. He didn't hit a fireball directly, but burned Huijiu's body to ashes.

Although the strength of this Huijiu is comparable to that of a big monster who has just entered the third level, it is still a second level after all. There is no golden elixir in its body, and there are not many ideas in its flesh and blood. Cultivator, it can only be regarded as the desire of appetite. However, if it was replaced by other foundation-building monks of the Zhang family, then these monsters and flesh and blood were no less than some nourishing spiritual things, which could increase their mana to some extent.

After putting away the hundreds of catties of flesh and blood, Zhang Shiping slapped the imperial beast bag on his waist, and released three locusts the size of a millstone, covered in crimson carapaces. Judging by their aura, they were already at the late stage of the second order. Consummation.

Since Zhang Shiping obtained the phantom locust, it took more than a hundred years and a lot of effort to cultivate more than a hundred second-order phantom locusts, and he used the method of raising Gu to set up a blood formation to drive them to devour each other , and finally raised these three phantom locusts.

He predicted that in the end, among the three heads, he would choose the one with the strongest and highest potential, and let it devour the other two heads, and then let it overcome the calamity in one fell swoop. Years of hard work have paid off.

But right now, he's not ready yet.

As soon as they came out, they buzzed and rubbed against Zhang Shiping's thigh, very intimately.

"Eat." Zhang Shiping pointed towards Huijiu's pile of bones and internal organs, and the three phantom locusts rushed to jump on it.

Zhang Shiping sat next to him, watching quietly with no expression on his face. Soon after, he rested his head on his hands, closed his eyes and thought about why Patriarch Qingyu called him here.

After half a stick of incense passed, he suddenly heard a clanging sound, and Zhang Shiping opened his eyes.

"Buzz..."

One of the phantom locusts was biting a black thing, the size of two fists, it seemed a little puzzled, why couldn't it be crushed into powder?

It bit it a few more times, and seeing that it couldn't move anymore, it spit it out, then turned its head and bit a bloody bone again.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping chuckled, the phantom locust's jaws are so powerful that even stubborn rocks can bite it into powder. Since the black object could hold it, it might be some spiritual ore iron ore swallowed by Huijiu.

He waved his hand and raised it, intending to take it out for a look, but it didn't move at all.

"what."

Zhang Shiping stood up and walked to the black object, took out a handkerchief, bent down and picked up the blood-stained object.

His hands were quite heavy and warm, after Zhang Shiping wiped off the blood on the surface, he tapped lightly, and there was the sound of gold and stone ringing.

Zhang Shiping activated his consciousness again, suddenly he had a strange expression on his face, he was clearly holding it in his hand, but in his consciousness, there was no black stone, as if it didn't exist.

A monk's spiritual sense is much sharper than the five senses, but this is the first time he has seen something that his spiritual sense cannot detect.

I admit that I can't do it anymore. Sure enough, a person with a handicap can't write three chapters in one night.