Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 313 Changes in the Golden Pearl Space

"The master is dead, so there is no reason for the slave not to be buried with him."

Chen Wei fell together, Deng Fengcheng was completely indifferent, just shook his head slightly and said: "A few months ago, the family got two pieces of Four Elephant Yanjing, and I had nothing to do with Chen Huan, so I asked him to take it to the Fire Smelting League to create a middle-grade crystal." Dao weapon, I never thought it would kill him."

"This has nothing to do with Uncle Cheng. If you dare to kill a direct descendant of my Deng family, could it be that the culprit is an evil cultivator from Feiyaling?"

Deng Shunqi said calmly, and his eyebrows stood upside down full of evil spirit.

Although Deng Chenhuan didn't live up to expectations, he was his only nephew, and the age difference between the two was not too big. Before he entered the Yuandan realm, he often did some shady things together.

After being promoted to the Supreme Elder, he gradually alienated Deng Chenhuan because of his scruples about his superior status.

"Fei Ya Ridge is far away in the waters of Shuangcheng, besides, they will not specifically target the juniors of our clan, unless they meet by chance."

Deng Fengcheng squinted his eyes, and deduced: "Chen Huan has a lot of life-saving cards, even if he is intercepted by a half-step Yuandan monk, he can escape safely, so I suspect that it was a Yuandan monk who killed them. But the current clues are too At least, even the approximate location of Chen Huan's fall cannot be determined, in my opinion, we can only start from Bazhu Island to piece together Chen Huan's recent traces."

"Sister and brother-in-law have immediately gone to the Smelting Fire Alliance to investigate."

Deng Shunqi nodded in agreement, and immediately replied.

"Xingyan and Yazhu have practiced the method of double cultivation for a long time, and the two of them are not weaker than three half-step Yuandan cultivators, but facing real Yuandan monks, they are still in danger."

Deng Fengcheng frowned, and said in a negotiating tone: "Shunqi, why don't you follow along to prevent our clan from losing more foundation building."

"That's exactly what I wanted, so I flew up to Chongtian and told Uncle Cheng."

As Deng Shunqi spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Lei Hai, who was thousands of feet away.

"Shunqi, you just go. After Uncle Cheng recovers his mana, he will take risks to collect an innocent purple thunder for you. Anyway, this natural disaster is so powerful that it won't dissipate in a month's time."

Deng Fengcheng understood instantly, and said with a faint smile.

The so-called natural disasters are blessings for powerful monks.

Yuandan Leixiu absorbs Wuwang Zilei, and its effect is comparable to that of the four-line cultivation elixir.

How could Deng Shunqi be willing to miss such an opportunity that is so rare.

"Trouble, Uncle Cheng."

Hearing this, Deng Shunqi clasped his fist at him, flicked his sleeves without hesitation, and disappeared into the clouds in the north.

……

Chen Ping hovered over a small island only twenty or thirty miles away, staring down intently.

This was the fifth day after he left the waters of the Smelting Alliance. According to the nautical chart, this place was less than ten thousand miles away from Haichang.

Using his spiritual sense to explore the island, he didn't find any traces of monks staying there, and there were only hundreds of mortals living on the island.

Chen Ping, who was relieved, rushed towards the white mountain top as soon as his light descended.

With a light swipe of the Chunyang Sword, the general outline of a small valley suddenly appeared in just a few tens of breaths.

As a temporary foothold, Chen Ping didn't have the intention to continue to arrange the cave mansion meticulously. Instead, he set up a second-level formation to cover the valley and the mountain top, and opened the restriction, forming an illusion.

Lifting his chin and staring at the valley for a while, he was still a little uneasy.

If Yuan Dan from the Deng family happened to find him, these crude restrictions would not be able to stop monks of the same rank.

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping decisively released the Demon Arm Demon Spider King puppet.

Enter a command into the core of the puppet, and the spider seems to have a sense of wisdom, and it starts to patrol in circles in the small valley.

Although ordering the third-tier puppet guards would consume some spirit stones, he didn't care about it for safety reasons.

Next, he was about to enter the Jinzhu space in exchange for a treasure, so a mere waste of resources was nothing.

A few days later, Chen Ping was in a stone room, holding two crimson storage rings in his hands, and his spiritual consciousness circled to scan the contents inside.

These two storage rings were naturally Pu Yuanhao's spoils of war.

The Pu family has a profound background, and this person is also honored, and as many as four magic weapons of the Taoist level have been sacrificed.

They are a middle-grade killing instrument, the golden-winged double-edged knife, a medium-grade defensive instrument, the Panshi Ding, a low-tier flying instrument, the windmill, and a low-tier defensive instrument, the sea-spotted armor.

Among them, the sea spot yellow armor was bought by Pu Yuanhao at a low price at the auction of the Fire Smelting League.

Maybe he already had a more powerful Panshiding, so he didn't pay too much attention to this low-grade spirit armor, and only refined about half of it.

However, the Panshi Ding, which appeared once, was severely damaged by the Chunyang Sword, and its power was greatly damaged. It is inconvenient to use it again before it is repaired.

"This person has deeply grasped the essence of a gentleman's revenge for ten years, and he always puts running in the first place."

When his eyes were cast on the windmill, Chen Ping unconsciously had a strange look on his face.

Originally, he was extremely puzzled, this thing is only the quality of a low-grade Taoist weapon, even though it is incomparably compatible with Pu Yuanhao's main skill, but the speed of escape is too unreasonable.

Because of this, this flying magic weapon is actually a natal Taoist weapon that Pu Yuanhao vigorously cultivated.

As he drank and hated Bazhu, the wind-riding car whose breath was connected also lost his spirituality, and had to be nourished with Dan Qi for several years before he could return to his peak state.

As for the golden-winged double-edged knife, it is also a top-level middle-grade Taoist implement, a bit stronger than Grandma Fan's folding fan.

It's a pity that the coral aura is an attack that directly affects the sea of ​​consciousness, and Pu Yuanhao has no chance to use it.

It is not difficult to see the preciousness and dominance of the soul attack secret technique.

In the case of similar spiritual consciousness, only the same level of soul defense secret method or soul defense magic weapon can barely compete.

"Sure enough, he still has two dazzing stones hidden."

With a movement of his mind, Chen Ping found the treasure he was thinking of, and immediately called it out of the storage ring.

One of the main reasons why he chased and killed Pu Yuanhao was the Dazzling God Stone.

This stone will not be derived alone, his luck is really good, Pu Yuanhao has not had time to sell it or make it into a magic weapon.

The Blood Yang Blazing Crystal, the Black Yin Stone, the Quan Xiao Stone, the two Four Elephant Flaming Crystals donated by Deng Shaozhu, and the three Dazzling God Stones from Pu Yuanhao. Bought eight Tier [-] ores!

Suppressing his eagerness to move, Chen Ping first chose to clean up all the spoils.

First of all, Pu Yuanhao's two storage rings, one high-grade and one low-grade, have a total price of nearly 12.

There are 40 ready-made spirit stones, mainly medium-grade, and seven top-grade ones.

After thinking for a while, Chen Ping divided up three non-fire top-grade spirit stones to fill the fifteen energy holes in the core of the Spider King puppet.

15 yuan high-grade spirit stone, just enough for Spider King to activate supernatural powers comparable to the mid-stage Yuan Dan ten times.

In this way, before the spirit stones are exhausted, Chen Ping can completely free up his hands and order the Spider King to attack on his own.

Pu Yuanhao, as an elder from a great power, has more than that.

Talismans, pills, spiritual tools, two large spirit boats, etc. are superimposed, worth more than 30 spirit stones.

What Chen Ping paid more attention to was the ten-bottle third-grade cultivation elixir, Hidden Spirit Jade Bone Pill.

However, when he opened it, he immediately showed a disappointed expression.

These elixirs suitable for increasing mana in the early and middle stages of Yuan Dan are all of the same general quality.

There is not a single one of the fine products with three stripes.

Even Pu Yuanhao, who is as wealthy as Pu Yuanhao, can only swallow ordinary pills. It is conceivable that high-grade and high-level Daowen cultivation pills are rare.

After breaking through Yuan Dan, Chen Ping has not formally retreated and meditated due to the lack of medicinal pills.

He has always avoided the stupid things that get twice the result with half the effort.

The Hidden Spirit Jade Bone Pill of Er Dao Wen can barely be used.

To Chen Ping's regret, Pu Yuanhao's storage ring did not record his major exercises and secret techniques.

The township skills of the veteran Yuandan faction will never be inferior to Xuanpin.

But this situation is extremely normal.

Unless there is intention to leave inheritance or sell it in exchange, no monk would record the secrets of martial arts in the jade slips.

……

After half an hour, Chen Ping finally cleaned up and sorted the spoils.

Pu Yuanhao's net worth is almost as high as two grandma Fan's. Even if he sells it as illegal goods, he can't get away with 70 to [-] spirit stones.

As for the two Foundation Establishment Juniors, Deng Chenhuan carried property worth more than 40 yuan.

Including two top-level attack talismans and three black-purple thunder beads.

Through Deng Chenhuan's memory, he knew that this thunder bead was refined and bestowed by Deng Shunqi.

The usage is the same as that of the talisman. Once released, it is roughly equivalent to [-]% of the power of the monks in the early Yuan Dan period.

The usual half-step Yuandan probably has nothing to do with him.

Even Chen Ping didn't like the trump card that Deng Chenhuan was so proud of.

But the kung fu practiced by this person is one of the two township kung fu skills of the Deng family, the low-level Xuanpin Chongxu Ember Art.

However, the part that Deng Chenhuan obtained can only be cultivated to the early Yuandan period.

And Chen Wei was obviously much poorer. Counting the storage ring, he only had [-] to [-] spirit stones in his entire family, which was about the same as an ordinary casual cultivator.

He left a storage ring to wear between his fingers, and he stuffed the rest into his arms.

Eight streams of colorful light circled around the stone chamber. With a big hand, Chen Ping grabbed the three Dazzling Stones and Quanxiao Stone, and then stuck them to Dantian at the same time.

After experiencing thirty breaths of darkness, his consciousness entered the golden bead space without any accident.

Staring at the four strands of ore essence that remained motionless beside him, Chen Ping touched his chin and became thoughtful.

The treasure he most wants to take out is the fourth level of the Tai Yi Yan Divine Art.

But that year's third golden pattern leaf consumed a fifth-order ore.

According to his speculation, at least two Tier [-] ores are needed to exchange for the exercises of the next level.

"I don't know how many pieces of Tier [-] ore are worth a Tier [-] ore, or they cannot be replaced at all."

Chen Ping's eyes flickered, and he looked at the golden cover that imprisoned the Tai Yiyan magic.

Measured by Lingshi, the average price of Tier 13 ore is around [-], and Tier [-] ore is generally as high as one million.

Of course, Chen Ping would be extremely happy if he could use more pieces of Tier [-] ore to open the next floor.

After all, he is a Yuandan cultivator, and his methods are extraordinary. If he is willing to collect, fourth-order ore is still no problem.

But Tier [-] ore is another concept.

Gold core monks are only eligible to touch treasures that can create psychic tools or even spiritual treasures.

The fifth-order meteorite obtained on the mortal island last time was purely a coincidence that could not be copied, and I don't know how much luck it took.

"Anyway, I have kept the four ores that I exchanged for the eyes of the seven souls and seven souls."

With a move in his heart, Chen Ping decided to try one or two.

He randomly chose an essence, and threw it heavily on the mask.

"Buzz"

The ore essence was bounced into the brown soil. Under Chen Ping's extremely expectant gaze, the ground cover trembled slightly, and then there was no further reaction.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help clapping his hands with joy.

The color of the ground cover has faded, although it is only a negligible [-]%, but it is enough to prove that a sufficient number of fourth-order ores can also open the next layer of Tai Yiyan magic.

Chen Ping, who was very satisfied with the result, was not in a hurry.

Looking at the photomask, at least ten fourth-order ores are needed.

Cultivation techniques can no longer spread their wings and fly, the most urgent thing is to take out the eyes of the giant spirit royal family.

Returning to the outside world, Chen Ping sacrificed the Black Yin Stone to Jin Zhu without hesitation.

With a flick of his hand, four strands of ore essence smashed onto the floor cover.

"boom!"

The mask then shattered by itself, disappeared without a trace, and never rose again like the previous few times.

Covering the four Giant Spirit Royal Eyes flying towards him, Chen Ping was about to exit the Golden Pearl Space.

But at this moment, there was an earth-shattering loud noise from all directions, and the whole space was hummed and shaken, as if a real fairy beast crushed mountains and rivers one by one.

Caught off guard, Chen Ping felt his ears buzzing, his figure swayed, and his face changed drastically.

I don't know what factors affected it, but most of his soul power was directly dissipated.

Chen Ping's expression was gloomy, and he said "exit" frantically without saying a word, but the familiar steps didn't work. After a few breaths, he still stood motionless.

Fortunately, the loud noise that could shatter the soul gradually weakened, and after a while it reverberated softer, the surroundings returned to silence.

Immediately afterwards, a group of dark clouds shrouded in gray gas descended from the top of the head, wrapped in a white hurricane, and pressed to the ground at once.

Chen Ping hid in a corner, with a nervous expression, tremblingly watching the changes in Jin Zhu's space.

He didn't dare to move, that strange dark cloud was actually formed by the condensed power similar to divine consciousness, if he got close to it, his soul might be ruthlessly crushed by it.

"Zizi"

The moment the dark clouds merged into the brown soil, starting from the center of the disappearing ground cover, the ground began to crack with a radius of more than ten feet, and a series of cobweb-like cracks appeared impressively.

There was a flash of crystal green light in the cracks, like a layer of melted emerald material, flowing in all directions. After a while, the original brown soil had completely disappeared around the ground cover that stored the eyes of the seven souls and seven souls, replaced by a piece of Vibrant green body.

"finished?"

After struggling for a long time, Chen Ping poked his head out cautiously, clasped his fists and said humbly: "Senior Jinzhu, junior Chen Ping, thank you for your kindness in rebuilding this junior. If you have any instructions, you might as well show up."

However, the only answer to him was his own uncomfortable breathing.

"senior?"

Unwilling to give up, Chen Ping asked several times again.

He didn't give up completely until he felt that half a stick of incense time had passed.

To be honest, Chen Ping would rather that Jin Zhu had not developed his own independent consciousness. After all, dealing with such a terrifying existence made his scalp tingle just thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)