Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 385 The Spirit of Mu Yuan
The Spirit Ship of Murder Wind.

At the front and rear of the deck, there are eight dark purple pillars, about three feet high.

The surface of each pillar is imprinted with large and small runes and spells, which look obscure and ancient.

And on the top of the stone pillars squatted a stone statue of a triangular rhinoceros, lifelike and in different poses.

The terrifying aura that everyone felt just now emanated from the pillar.

Presumably these unusual pillars are the means of attack of the Killing Wind.

When Chen Ping passed by, he silently felt vigilant, but then he smiled dumbly.

He didn't intend to cause trouble on the spirit ship.

It was his original intention to arrive at the sea area of ​​Shuangcheng safely and low-key.

"Fellow Daoist, please return to the cabin and take a seat as soon as possible."

More than a dozen Zhou family members built the foundation, patrolling back and forth on the deck.

Once it is found that someone has stayed in place for a long time, they will point out the location of the cabin with good words.

Jiang Yijin took the lead and led everyone up the stairs to the fourth floor.

"That's it."

In front of a red rock gate, Jiang Yijin pointed to the token-shaped hole on the left, and slowly inserted the ticket.

"click"

The stone gate opened to both sides, and everyone's eyes suddenly opened up.

Inside is a hall with a radius of ten feet. There are several secret rooms in the four corners of the southeast, north and south.

By the water spring in the center of the living room, a large number of fresh melons and fruits are planted, exuding an attractive sweet aroma.

These first-order spirit fruits are free for the passengers to eat.

If you want to eat high-level fruits, you will naturally need to buy them from the Zhou family.

"The environment is good, five thousand spirit stones are worth it."

Xu Qiaoqiao took the lead, entered the hall, looked left and right, turned a few times, pointed to the two secret rooms in the north, and said with a smile: "Ye Daoyou, would you like to live next to me?"

Chen Ping Gujing walked past him without any waves, and casually pushed open the door of the secret room on the west, threw a futon in, and said flatly: "I will live in this room."

This place is the closest to the window, so you can escape in time in case of an accident.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ye has the lowest cultivation level, and saving his life is the top priority. Li understands."

Li Hongyan said after a strange laugh.

However, before he finished speaking, Han Wan's body flickered and flew into the residence next door to Chen Ping.

Then, everyone found the secret room they liked and closed the door.

Among the monks, naturally, they will not be as boring as mortals on a boat, having parties and drinking from time to time.

Just dozens of days, if you practice a secret technique or refine a potion of medicine, the time will be fleeting.

……

Chen Ping quickly took out dozens of colorful formation flags from his pocket, and lightly threw them to every corner of the secret room, and several small formations immediately covered the room.

After setting up heavy warnings and restrictions, he sat cross-legged on a futon in the stone room.

After a while, a fast green light shot directly into the cabin without even greeting Zhou Wuchun.

Such a blatant act, only Wu Feihe, the owner of Lanyue Pavilion, has the confidence.

As soon as the time came, with a loud whistling, the Killing Wind slowly sailed away from the pier.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, released his consciousness cautiously, and scanned around the hull inch by inch.

There are more than [-] monks in the current spirit ship.

The foundation building period occupied the vast majority, close to 200 people, and only seven Qi training monks.

Besides him, cultivator Yuandan was Wu Feihe and Zhou Wuchun.

Zhou Qianhong, who made Chen Ping more scrupulous, did not secretly set off with the boat.

It should be because of the replacement of the medium-sized spirit ship, and the presence of Wu Feihe, this guardian force is strong enough.

In fact, the Zhou family's calculations are not unreasonable.

Looking at the sea area of ​​Lanyue, the probability of the spirit ship crashing is generally around [-]%.

Unless there is an endless enmity between the Deng family and the evil cultivators of Feiyaling.

Otherwise, the Shuangcheng evil cultivator would not just stare at a certain force to hunt down and kill them.

……

After the spirit ship sailed [-] miles in one go, and after confirming that Zhou Qianhong was not there, Chen Ping became even more unscrupulous.

A trace of spiritual consciousness even pierced through the restriction of the stairs, extending to a super large box on the top floor.

Today, he is the most powerful monk on this giant ship.

It would not be too difficult to slaughter a boatload of souls if one were to be ruthless.

There are only two boxes on the sixth floor of the spirit ship.

One of them is very elegantly furnished.

In the huge space, there is only a bed carved from white jade, some tables and chairs, and a few pots of exotic flowers and herbs.

At this moment, two monks, a man and a woman, were sitting cross-legged, sipping tea and talking.

"Wu Feihe, Zhou Wuchun."

Chen Ping's heart moved, and a ray of invisible and insubstantial consciousness entangled the vases placed in the hall.

He has nothing to worry about.

Both of them are early Yuandan cultivators, and their spirit strength is less than [-]% of his.

With such a huge gap, even if soundproofing restrictions and formations were arranged, it could not stop his peeping.

"Before I left, my brother once said that Pavilion Master Wu contacted the spirit ship of the other side. Now that the Killing Wind has left the island, Zhou would like to know which side's friend it is?"

After the woman who rushed to the head clasped her fists, Zhou Wuchun said calmly.

"Around the waters of Xikou, apart from your Zhou family, only the Yinluo Sect has the strength to open a route between two cities."

Wu Feihe glanced at him, and said with a faint smile.

"Hey, it's consistent with Zhou's guess, Pavilion Master Wu is really good!"

Smiling embarrassingly, Zhou Wuchun said in a soft voice.

As soon as Chen Ping heard the word "Yin Luozong", his expression changed and he raised his eyebrows.

This Yin Luozong is not an unknown little character.

When it comes to the top forces in the western waters of Lanyue, the Xikou Zhou family and the Yin Luozong cannot be avoided.

The strength of this sect is not inferior to that of Xikou Island.

There is a Yuan Dan Dzogchen monk with a natural spiritual body in the sect, and it is said that his supernatural powers are not under Zhou Qianhong.

However, the relationship between the two neighboring forces does not seem to be friendly. More than 100 years ago, a monk war even broke out.

In the end, it was Gu Zhenren from Lanyuezong who came forward to mediate, and the two families just broke up.

"This pavilion master is clear that there is always a gap between your Zhou family and Yin Luozong, but everyone is my right-hand man under Lanyue's command, so there is no need to be overly hostile."

Wu Feihe took a sip of the spiritual tea and said lightly.

Seeing her raising the banner of the Moon Lane Sect, Zhou Wuchun had no choice but to nod stiffly, and said: "Don't worry about Zhou, evil cultivators and monsters are our enemies, and the most important thing is to reach the waters of Shuangcheng safely. "

"Zhou Daoyou is a sensible person."

Wu Feihe paused for a while, and then said: "The monk guarding the boat at Yin Luozong is Fellow Daoist Xiong. You must have heard of his temper, Fellow Daoist Zhou. You should try not to provoke him."

"Xiong Dingtian!"

Zhou Wuchun narrowed his eyes, and said awkwardly: "Pavilion Master Wu is joking, Fellow Daoist Xiong is famous, and I am by no means his triad enemy, how dare I take the initiative to provoke you."

"Well, that's fine. As the owner of Lanyue Pavilion on Xikou Island, I'm naturally closer to your Zhou family. If Fellow Daoist Xiong deliberately causes trouble, this pavilion owner will never sit idly by."

Blinking the long and narrow fox eyes, Wu Feihe said with a smile.

"Thank you Pavilion Master Wu for protecting you."

Zhou Wuchun let out a breath, and said quickly.

At this moment, he was upset but unable to tell others.

The loss of the escort ship last time caused a great blow to his reputation.

Speaking of which, the Spirit Ship was hijacked, and he really couldn't be blamed for his low supernatural powers.

Poison Zhu Island was originally one of the top ten camps of evil cultivators in the sea area of ​​Shuangcheng.

Five years ago, Duzhu Island dispatched two mid-stage Yuan Dan monks to intercept the boat. It was a great blessing for him to save his life.

His two nephews both died in that disaster.

The outside world is still rumoring that he is colluding with the evil cultivator and stealing property together, which almost makes him angry enough.

This time, it was his turn to protect the sea route.

Those juniors snatched up all the tickets for the suite and hugged each other; Wu Feihe used his authority to contact Yin Luozong, just to despise him blatantly!
Zhou Wuchun became more and more furious, but when he suddenly remembered the warning from his clan brother, his anger suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

"I think back in the past, when I was my brother Yuan Dan, I was often questioned by others because of the lack of fighting methods. But now that I have achieved the body of a fake pill, even if there is no hope of continuing the path, including several mountain masters of the Lanyue Sect. Inside, who won't let me get three points?"

"Wuchun, the promotion of cultivation is a slow and continuous process of accumulation. You only need to compare yourself with yourself, and if you can improve by one step at each stage, you will be worthy of cultivating in this life."

Clan brother Zhou Qianhong's heartfelt words gradually calmed Zhou Wuchun's emotions.

He is still young, so it is not without chance of breaking through the Golden Core.

At that time, wouldn't this arrogant Wu Feihe want to bow down and call him senior?
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please go out if you have nothing to do. This pavilion master is going to retreat and practice."

Seeing a male cultivator in a daze in his room, Wu Feihe said coldly with a flash of impatience in his eyes.

"If Pavilion Master Wu needs it, just ask his servants."

Zhou Wuchun arched his hands calmly, then pushed the door and walked out.

After turning around, his pupils burst into a sharp look, as if he had returned to the time when the triple catastrophe was broken up.

……

"Xiong Dingtian?"

Chen Ping pondered for a while, thinking about it secretly.

This person is the second-ranked master of the Yin Luo Sect, not to mention the realm of the late Yuan Dan himself, he seems to be a well-known puppet master.

However, Chen Ping didn't take it too seriously.

A strong man who is not at the half-step Golden Core level can no longer pose much threat to him.

"The treasure that Wu Feihe wants to present to Master Yin seems to be very precious."

Chen Ping touched his chin, revealing a strange expression.

Contacting the two spirit ships, the things escorted by several Yuandan monks successfully aroused his curiosity.

"Hey, if it's a fifth- or sixth-tier ore, or a heavy treasure of the thunder attribute, don't blame Mr. Chen for destroying it."

With the gleam in his eyes, Chen Ping decided not to take back the wisp of consciousness lurking in Wu Feihe's room.

Then, he flipped his hand, and a brand new jade slip flew out.

This is the itinerary map presented by the maid when boarding the ship earlier.

This trip to Shuangcheng sea area is a total of 13 miles and takes 95 days.

It stands to reason that the distance of 10,000+ miles would take less than half a month at the full speed of a medium-sized spirit ship.

But since it is a deep-sea route, it naturally has the nature of a merchant ship.

Along the way, the Killing Wind will pass through 21 third-level islands and more than 30 second-level islands, with the final destination being Floating Nether City.

The sea area of ​​Shuangcheng is vast and boundless. When it comes to the places where the human race gathers most, there is nothing more than Fuyou City and Yanning City.

The two cities of Fuyou and Yanning are not closely connected, but are separated by [-] miles of sea road, one east and one west, like two sharp teeth in the mouth, biting fiercely near the Tianshou Mountain Range.

Lanyue and Youhuo suppress Fuyou, and Jianding and Sanjue Palace take over Yanning.

Although the two cities belong to the human race and fight against monsters together, they are divided into two factions.

Such a clear division of power has been maintained for thousands of years.

Therefore, the boat under Lanyue's command cannot directly sail to Yanning City, and can only dock at the port of Fuyou City.

Regarding this, Chen Ping was noncommittal and had no opinion.

After all, both Fuyou City and Yanning City represent the highest level of cultivation in the Yuanyan Islands.

……

after one day.

The maid knocked on the stone door and told everyone that the Killing Wind was about to stop at a second-level island for half a day.

But Jiang Yijin, Han Wanshuang, Xu Qiaoqiao and others are all resident monks in Xikou City, so of course they are not interested in the second-level islands, and they all stay behind closed doors and don't bother to pay attention.

Two days later, when they passed the first third-level island, Jiang Yijin couldn't hold back anymore, and they all planned to visit the island.

Declining this person's invitation to act together, Chen Ping flew into the island alone.

In less than five hours, he returned to the cabin disappointed.

This third-tier island is far less prosperous than Xikou City. Not to mention high-quality cultivation pills, even ordinary third-rank pills are rare.

"Hey, this magical power mastered by this woman seems to be quite extraordinary."

In the secret room, Chen Ping moved his consciousness and glanced upwards.

I saw Wu Feihe sitting on the futon, spitting out yellow mist, and a spinning snowflake appeared in his pupils, which was a bit dazzling.

It seems that he is practicing a pupil technique.

Compared with other types of spells, pupil spells are still very rare.

The Illusion True Eye practiced by Chen Ping is only the upper rank of Huangpin.

But looking at the aura and vision of Wu Feihe's pupil technique, there is a high probability that it is a mysterious technique.

Lanyue Sect is the Jindan Sect after all, and it is not uncommon to have the inheritance of Xuanpin's pupil technique.

"Disperse!"

Squeezing the Yin Jue with both hands, Wu Feihe swallowed all the yellow mist around his body, ending a circle of heaven.

Then, she flicked her fingers repeatedly, and after laying down several layers of restraints, she opened her mouth and sprayed out a jade box inlaid with pearls.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping's spirits were greatly lifted, and he was eagerly praying for the woman's next move.

"Oh, I don't know if Old Ancestor Yin will like it."

A tangled look appeared on Wu Feihe's face, and he opened the lid of the box unhurriedly.

Inside the box lay a piece of turquoise the size of a thumb.

Taking a quick look at this stone, it looks like a broken corner of a wood attribute spirit stone knocked off.

But the wrinkled skin on the surface and the annual ring-shaped patterns mean that this is definitely not an ordinary spirit stone.

As soon as this thing appeared, it exuded a thin trace of wood attribute aura, other than that, there was nothing magical about it.

From the appearance alone, this is just a strange thing that can't even be called a first-order treasure.

"It turned out to be the spirit of Mu Yuan, no wonder it made Lanyue Pavilion pick up the big leak."

Chen Ping pursed his lips, touched the storage ring, and found a water-blue item in his palm.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be exactly the same shape as the spar that Wu Feihe took out, even the patterns on the corners and the details of the wrinkled skin are the same, as if engraved from the same mold.

It's just that the one in his hand is blue, and what it releases is not wood aura, but extremely thin water attribute aura.

Speaking of which, this object was originally collected by Qiyuan Sanren.

He remembered that when the Tong family of Wuhui Island asked Qi Yuan to deal with Cang Jizong, they paid him a heart-warming reward.

But Qi Yuan had already lost his mind and soul, and Chen Ping didn't know whether the treasure given to this person by the Tong family was the water element spirit in his hand.

　I don’t know if you have noticed that there are very few dungeons of secret realms in the Xiaodaoshu. In fact, I deliberately avoided the complicated and long dungeons.The trip to Shuangcheng in the past few days is also the last climax of the Shuangcheng Cultivation World Chapter, an alternative copy, so it must be written in a more detailed way, I hope everyone likes it.

　　
　
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