Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 398 Floating Nether City
Five days later, it was noon.

On a turbid, dark yellow sea, there was silence everywhere.

There was neither rolling waves nor a hint of salty sea breeze, and everything looked lifeless.

But at this moment, somewhere on the bottom of the sea, a light red spirit ship like jade rushed out, rolling up a wave of tens of feet high.

The next moment, the spirit ship floated steadily, and a rather embarrassed figure fell down on the deck.

"Finally got rid of that group of miscellaneous hairs..."

Holding two high-grade fire spirit stones, the thin scholar muttered a few curses while absorbing the pure spiritual energy in them.

After recovering [-]% ​​of his mana, the scholar slowly got up.

With a frown, the tattered Taoist robe covered in blood all over his body spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes.

Then, the ring on his finger flashed, and he changed into an identical brand new Tsing Yi.

"Why do I encounter a group of powerful monsters every time I sail alone? Have I committed some destiny?"

The scholar walked to the deck with square steps, and said extremely depressed.

This person is naturally Chen Ping who bid farewell to the Killing Wind.

The [-]-mile sea route, he naively thought that as long as he was careful, there should be no major twists and turns.

After all, his own supernatural powers are not weak, equivalent to half-step golden core, and there are few dangers that can threaten his life.

But the actual situation is completely opposite to what he imagined.

In the sea area of ​​Shuangcheng, he didn't meet the evil repairer who everyone talked about turned pale, but he was overwhelmed and tired of dealing with the dozens of waves of monster beasts.

What chased Chen Ping to this sea area was a group of overwhelmingly tens of thousands of evil thundercrows.

Originally, no matter how many first- and second-tier Thunder Crows there were, they would not be able to break through his physical defense in a short period of time.

But among the crows, a pair of Crow King and Crow Queen were born at the peak of Tier [-].

Such a huge and powerful group of monsters, even if the fake alchemy monks meet, they will flee.

When the flat-haired miscellaneous bird that swept like black sand swooped down from the sky of duality, Chen Ping abandoned the large spirit boat without hesitation and ran for his life in a hurry.

The third-tier Crow King's escape speed is faster than his full-flying escape.

Even if the distance is widened, it will be slowly caught up by him little by little within the time of a cup of tea.

Then the two crow kings will attack unceremoniously.

The claws released by the Crow King were extremely sharp, and with a single grasp, even the nearby spiritual energy was absorbed.

If it weren't for Chen Ping's physical cultivation level is not low, I am afraid that under this series of attacks, most of his life would be lost.

Flying hundreds of miles in extreme danger, he felt that he couldn't consume any more, so he released the spider king puppet directly, severely injured the crow queen with his magic arm, and then used the shadow step to barely escape.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take the opportunity to kill the Crow King Crow Queen, but if he waited too long, the more than 1 Thunder Crows behind him would catch up and surround him.

What's more, the sound of fighting all the way has attracted several groups of lurking monsters. If he is entangled by them, he will really die this time.

The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other. After Chen Ping fought several times, an empty storage ring was almost half full, and it was all the corpses of monsters.

Among them, there are about forty second-level fish monsters and crab monsters, and the most valuable one is a treasure shrimp at the beginning of the third level.

In a few days, such a large amount of high-quality puppet materials had been harvested, which made Chen Ping so motivated that he almost forgot the tragedy of being hunted down.

Humans, once they have tasted the sweetness, it is easy to ignore the danger that comes with it.

……

Spreading out the sea area map, Chen Ping confirmed his current location.

Huangshuihai, one of the eight inner seas in Shuangcheng, is less than four thousand miles away from Fuyou City.

After reaching this sea area, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The inner sea is the first line of defense for Fuyou City.

Every few days, the major forces in the city will organize an army of monks to regularly wipe out the nearby monsters.

Even a domineering evil cultivator would not dare to set foot in the inner sea easily.

"Shuangcheng's defense is really as airtight as rumored, and various means have been deployed thousands of miles away."

A wave of spiritual consciousness went up to the sky and into the sea to investigate, Chen Ping seemed to have discovered something, he couldn't help thinking secretly.

The sea of ​​yellow water under his feet was silent and boundless. It seemed that there were no living things, and it looked like a dead sea. However, under the pervasive consciousness, some hidden things had nowhere to hide.

During the slow driving of the Xianliu, Chen Ping sensed at least seven or eight small palace buildings.

Some are located in seamounts as deep as hundreds of feet, and some are on a certain giant flying rock in the dual world.

These buildings are actually sentry posts of Fuyou City, guarded by several Foundation Builders.

In a large sentry post, the leader is a monk in the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

Once there is any sign of trouble, such as the invasion of evil cultivators, the sudden outbreak of beast hordes, etc., the sentry will send the news back to Fuyou City.

Huangshuihai is the inland sea to the north of Shuangcheng, and the number of sentry posts is relatively small.

In the area close to the Tianshou Mountains, there are rumors that there is a sentry for every [-] miles, and a post for every [-] miles. Thousands of monks are stationed all year round.

Moreover, the sentry over there is not just on the surface.

In order to avoid the detection of the big monster's demon consciousness, the Jindan sect opened up a small number of outposts in secret realms, which often made it difficult for the demon clan to defend against them and caused heavy losses.

……

"Weng Fuhong, the commander of Huang Shuihai's outpost, is Daoist Gao's name?"

At this moment, before the figure arrived, a faint voice came first, followed by a beam of white light shooting towards the Xianliu from a distance.

After a few breaths, the ray of light scattered in the sky, revealing an old-looking monk.

The visitor had green eyes, a wine-grooved nose, and was wearing a flower-colored robe. His arms were half a foot longer than ordinary people, and he looked a bit weird.

While Chen Ping was looking at him, the old man also stared at him for a while without any scruples.

"Commander Weng is very polite. My surname is Chen, and my name is Ye."

With fluttering clothes, Chen Ping clasped his fists and said calmly.

This person is the mid-stage Yuandan cultivator he sensed in the large outpost earlier.

It is estimated that the movement of the Xianliu platooning the waves was too loud, which attracted Weng Fuhong's attention.

"It turned out to be Daoyou Chen."

Weng Fuhong returned the salute with a cold expression, and said suspiciously: "Could it be that Chen Daoyou came across the sea alone in a spirit ship?"

"My cultivation site is not too far away from Fuyou City, so I relied on my supernatural powers to move forward alone."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and said calmly.

There was nothing wrong with his answer.

The cultivation base in the middle period of Yuandan, no matter where it is placed in the Yuanyan Islands, is a rare master. It is not unusual to act alone.

"Weng Mou is also a routine, fellow Daoist Chen, don't take offense."

Seeing the sincere tone of this monk of the same level, Weng Fuhong was satisfied, paused, and said: "Fellow Daoist, is this the first time entering Fuyou City?"

"good."

Chen Ping nodded and said straight.

Cultivators who enter Floating Nether City for the first time will be issued an identity jade ring without exception.

The structure of this ring is quite special, even if it is hidden in the storage ring, the commander of the sentry can detect it through some kind of magic weapon of perception.

Deng Fengcheng, Qi Yuan, Xiong Dingtian and others who died at his hands all had a jade ring of identity.

It's just that Chen Ping has always been cautious in his work, and he threw the jade ring into the vast sea long ago.

"How long will Fellow Daoist plan to live in Fuyou City?"

Weng Fuhong stroked his beard and continued to ask.

"It's only a few years."

After pretending to think for a while, Chen Ping replied.

"That's daring!"

Weng Fuhong's eyes lit up, and his attitude became gentle, as if asking for something: "Chen Daoyou, Weng wants to discuss with you."

"Leader Weng said it's okay."

Chen Ping opened his mouth and said as usual, and did not refuse at the beginning.

"When Chen Daoyou enters the city later, can you report Weng's name to the city guard?"

Scratching his chin, Weng Fuhong said with a pleasant smile.

"Oh?"

Chen Ping was puzzled and was about to ask the specific reason, but he heard Weng Fuhong explain in detail: "You don't know, fellow Taoist, this is the task assigned by the senior Jindan seniors a year and a half ago."

"Every sentry cultivator must attract a group of foreign peers to live in Floating City."

"The task of an ordinary sentinel is relatively easy. You only need to recruit one or two people, but I and the commander have to recruit three people!"

Weng Fuhong smiled bitterly and said: "The number of monks in the Yuan Dan period is rare. Seeing that the time limit is over half, Weng has only found a fellow Taoist. If we can't complete the task above, Weng will have to suffer severe punishment, so I sincerely ask Fellow Daoist Chen Do me a favor."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, the process is very simple. You just report my name, Weng Fuhong, to the guards. They will never chase you to check."

"In addition, all the [-] spirit stones rewarded by each person will be given to fellow daoists, and Weng won't take any."

"So it is."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, but did not agree.

Thinking more deeply, what is the intention of the Fuyou City Gold Core to release the mandatory task of pulling people?

Aren't there not enough high-ranking monks in the city?

Seeing his deliberate attitude, Weng Fuhong said with some displeasure: "For Taoist friends, it's just a matter of casual words. If you really don't want to, you can pretend that Weng never mentioned it!"

"There is no need for rewards, Commander Weng will keep them for himself."

Chen Ping pursed his lips and said calmly.

The outpost monks sounded like ordinary guards, but they had a high status in Shuangcheng, let alone the commander who monitored Yihai.

He was new here, and he didn't want to offend this person with such a big request.

"Haha, thank you fellow daoist for completeness."

Weng Fuhong once again showed his face-changing ability, smilingly clasped his fists and said: "By the way, fellow Taoists must live in Fuyou City for three years. If you only report for one Taoism and then leave immediately, it will not be counted as the effective number."

"Chen understands."

Chen Ping nodded, and said calmly: "Dare to ask Commander Weng, what is the purpose of this move?"

"How could Weng, a small sentry commander, know the deep meaning of the decision made by the ancestors of Jindan?"

Shaking his head, Weng Fuhong thought for a while, and said in an ominous way: "The waters of Shuangcheng have not been very stable in recent years, and the monster clans that have entered the country have become more active than before. You should be careful if you go out to hunt monsters in the sea, Daoyou Chen."

"Weng can't leave the sentry post for too long, so I will take my leave first. I will meet you in the city in the future, and I will treat fellow Taoists to have a few drinks."

After finishing speaking, Weng Fuhong stopped chatting with Chen Ping, and drifted away together with Duanguang.

"Commander Weng, walk slowly."

Back in the cabin, a thoughtful look flashed across Chen Ping's face.

Weng Fuhong revealed a lot of key information evasively.

The sea area of ​​Shuangcheng has not been peaceful recently, which is consistent with what Gong Lingshan said back then.

The abyss of the rift valley, the sea area of ​​​​Shuangcheng, and the two major lands, one south and one north, have all strengthened their defenses.

The four major Jindan sects even dispatched half of their elites to station in the two places. It can be seen that the calm is only on the surface, and the strange waves in the dark may erupt suddenly one day.

The change of the abyss, Chen Ping was completely blinded.

It couldn't have been caused by Ding Hongyou and Meng Yan, a pair of big ghosts and little ghosts. Then their abilities are too amazing.

As for the anomaly in the sea area of ​​Shuangcheng, Chen Ping had somewhat reliable guesses.

The last outbreak of a medium-to-large beast tide dates back to 400 years ago.

For such a long time, the background and strength of Tianshou Mountain have accumulated to a terrifying level.

Not to mention the danger of a beast horde breaking out at any time, but within fifty years, Chen Ping felt that the chance was still very high.

"If you come, you will be safe. When the sky falls, there will be a group of Jindan ancestors to support it."

Chen Ping smiled softly, picked a spirit melon and began to eat it leisurely.

The Xianliu didn't go directly to Fuyou City, but stopped slowly at a remote small sandy island in the Yellow River waters.

Then, a bunch of inconspicuous green lights shot into the island.

Finding a raised sand dune, Chen Ping drilled into it with a muffled sound.

……

Chen Ping stayed in Xiaosha Island for 20 days.

After the mana was fully replenished and the injury had healed seven to eighty-eight, the Xianliu set off again.

It is a habit that Chen Ping has cultivated for hundreds of years to return to his peak state immediately after the war.

To put it bluntly, he was terrified of death.

There are countless masters in the sea area of ​​​​Shuangcheng. If someone accidentally provokes someone, then the mana will be empty, and it will be helpless.

Moreover, he reckoned that the Zhou family's Killing Wind should have arrived in Fuyou City many days earlier, and it would have been impossible to meet Wu Feihe and the others if it passed later.

When we were still [-] miles away from Fuyou City, a large number of strange cries that looked like beasts but not beasts, birds and not birds suddenly sounded from the sky, which made people's blood churn and they were very depressed.

After a while, dozens of black dots suddenly appeared in the clouds in the distance, rushing towards the Xianliu like arrows leaving the string.

Chen Ping half-lyed on the deck, lowered his head and fiddled with a spirit flower, with an extremely relaxed expression, as if he didn't care.

After a few breaths, the black spots showed their true colors.

It was a huge demon bird with the body of a tiger-headed crane, with a pair of yellow and white wings, and the whole body was colorful and quite gorgeous.

These monster birds are mainly in the early and middle stage of the second stage, and only a very small number of them are in the late stage.

Standing on the back of each bird demon is a foundation-building cultivator, with a solemn expression, holding a unified spiritual bow-like magic weapon.

If you feel it carefully, they are all top-grade spiritual weapons worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

The leader was a Dzogchen monk who established the foundation. Seeing the unfathomable aura of the monk in the green shirt on the boat, he immediately understood that this was a master of Yuandan realm.

He couldn't help but his face changed slightly, and he stood on top of the demon bird and saluted in emptiness.

Then, after a few routine inquiries, the visitor led his followers into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

The whole process only took a few snaps of the fingers.

(End of this chapter)