Liu Yuze smiled and hugged Chen Ping.

…

One person and one ghost gather together for a while.

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Chen Ping asked about the details of Taiqing God’s Thunder Tribulation.

Even though Liu Yuze said it in a calm tone, he still felt thrilling and bizarre.

"In the early stage of the Ghost Soldier Realm, it is equivalent to the foundation-building monk of the human race."

Liu Yuze introduced his status.

If a high-level monk successfully changes his clan, he will not start training from scratch.

For example, my senior brother is a living example.

Moreover, because of his previous foundation, he will make rapid progress before reaching the fifth level.

"Junior brother, what are your next plans?"

Liu Yuze asked.

After hearing this, Chen Ping looked at his senior brother with a half-smile.

He knew full well that this ghost wanted to join the sect immediately.

"Senior brother's current strength is not impressive enough. For now, let's continue to stay with him."

After a pause, Chen Ping continued:

"Junior brother is going to take you to experience the exotic customs!"

"oh?"

Liu Yuze didn't know why.

Chen Ping raised his head, looked through the stone wall to one direction on the horizon, and said lightly:

"Returning home in splendid clothes."

…

There are still ten years of rent left in the cave.

But how could Chen Ping ask for such a small amount of money?

On a dark night, he silently left the island where he had been secluded for decades.

Strong wind gusts.

Chen Ping stepped on the sword light and flew quickly with his hands behind his back.

The spirit beast bracelet on his right wrist shines brightly.

He placed his senior brother in the bracelet and lived with Da Hui.

Of course, this is not humiliating.

He doesn't have any space treasure suitable for the cultivation of ghosts.

Therefore, I can only feel wronged to Liu Yuze for the time being.

…

Over the next half a year, a mysterious man swept through major auction houses and shops.

He specializes in buying less popular treasures such as divine fire thunderballs and spiritual ship cannons.

The amount of resources invested was astonishing to all the monks.

This person is naturally Chen Ping who is returning to Yuanyan Islands.

He bought a lot of things to suppress the zombie clan and the ghost clan on a large scale.

Originally, Chen Ping was still thinking about buying and selling, getting more of the rare level-breaking elixirs in the archipelago, practicing elixirs, and high-level talismans.

But then he thought about it, there were two or three native kittens in the Yuanyan Islands, and the Jindan monks were all giants.

Do we have to exchange Xuanpin Kung Fu with them?

It's too low.

Chen Ping has decided that this time he will grasp the majesty of Yuanying's power and return home with all his heart.

…

One month later.

The deep sea where the sky and the earth meet, the waves and black water swallow up everything around it.

The strong wind blows in the black desert and never stops.

This is the black sand sea that is as fearful to the creatures of the archipelago as a tiger, also known as the "black sand sea".

Because this harsh area completely enveloped Yuan Yan.

The celestial phenomena gathered together and ancient beasts were rampant. Even for the great Jindan monks, it was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

"Whoosh!"

One early morning, a man in purple clothes descended from the light, and then shot directly into the so-called forbidden area without stopping.

Chen Ping did not deliberately turn back along the safe route that he had followed for more than a hundred years.

You are no longer a young man.

To put it bluntly, if he chooses any place to cross with his eyes closed, there will be no danger.

"By the way, those fifth-level ancient beasts without eyes back then chased me and made me jump up and down."

Although Chen Ping doesn't hold grudges very much, he will never let go of the creatures that he almost killed.

…

The far west of Yuanyan Islands.

In a certain desolate sea area, a dozen monks were gathering on a small island, standing on two sides with clear boundaries.

Leading the two parties in the sky were a one-eyed male cultivator and a barefooted man.

Both of them are in the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

But in the vast area in the middle, there are two foundation builders, a man and a woman, fighting with blue flying knives and a string of purple bells.

When the two collided, they flickered and roared.

The monks watching the battle on both sides all looked solemn and occasionally whispered.

"If Senior Sister Ma loses this game, our Baicao Sect will have to give up the mining rights of this third-level mineral vein."

"Hey, Gufengyuan was originally a powerful force in the inner sea. In recent years, due to the pressing pressure of the Yin Spirit and the Corpse Clan, the human race has lost 90% of its territory. Otherwise, how could they have migrated to the barren land in the far west!"

Among them, two monks in the early stages of foundation building, wearing uniform white robes, shook their heads and sighed.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Shao, we have already lost three out of five games. Your Baicao Sect has not won a single game. You should be convinced now?"

At the critical moment when the foundation-building woman was about to be defeated, the one-eyed old man said with a smile.

"The third-level mineral vein can be given to you, Old Monster Hu, but Gufengyuan must ensure that it cannot damage the environment of the island. The source of 20% of the elixir of my Baicao Sect is from this island."

The barefooted man snorted coldly and said gloomily.

"A few hundred years ago, it would have been foolish to exhaust the lake for fishing. However, there is no guarantee that the Yin Spirit army will sweep across the entire territory in a few years."

"I have planned to collect resources with all my strength and lead the sect to Yanning City at the risk of death."

The one-eyed old man showed a wry smile and said: "Anyway, I only have twenty years left in my life. If I can bring the younger disciples to a safe place, it will not be in vain."

"Fuyou City, which suppressed Tianshou Island for ten thousand years, collapsed in fifty years, and Yanning City also..."

Shaking his head, the barefooted man couldn't continue talking.

The twin cities have always been the backbone of the friars of the Isles.

Now that Yanning is the only one left, how long can it last?

No one dares or wants to think deeply about it.

"Haha, do you want to break into the Black Sand Flowing Sea and escape to the outside world to make a living? Hu Mou heard that the ancestors of Jindan who died in this sea in the past few thousand years can be counted with more than one palm!"

There was a hint of despair in the one-eyed old man's words.

"Huh!"

At this moment, the barefooted man glanced unintentionally into the black sea and suddenly exclaimed.

I saw the sea of ​​black sand in the distance suddenly being stirred up by a giant object.

The spiritual energy of the surrounding world was all surging crazily in that direction.

"Isn't it the ancient beast clan that breaks the world?"
To be continued...