Since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't delve into it any more.

After all, Du Yu and Tianfeng have already made their moves, if they still can't do anything to each other, then what can she do?

Sometimes it is better to have one thing more than one thing less, and it is not good to get to the bottom of it.

But in another six years, it will be their turn to go to the barbarian border.

She secretly said: "It seems that there will be a little more blood this time, let the other fellow Taoists from the clan go to the border of the barbarian domain to guard, so as not to encounter any unexpected things at that time."

After thinking about it, Jiang Ruoliu turned around and flew towards Luofenglin. Before the clan could react, he found a reason to settle the matter.

Anyway, dead friends don't die poor.

Now among the five surnames, Cao Yu died under the death of Huashen, Qin Ding was getting old, and Zuohua was only three to five years away. Although there are many remaining Yuanying monks, they are all only at the initial stage of cultivation. There was no threat to her.

When she went to the clan to discuss the matter, the three of Xuanyuanzong had already returned to Yuanxiao City.

Zhang Shiping bid farewell to the two, and immediately escaped into the secret realm of the chaotic wind, and flew towards the small thatched courtyards on the hillside in the calm wind area on the other side.

In this secret place of random wind, apart from those small thatched courtyards that existed since ancient times, there are no other buildings.

Now, following the monks of the previous generation, either ascending or sitting down, he also has a small courtyard of his own in the secret realm.

As soon as Zhang Shiping stepped into the small courtyard, he immediately felt an extremely cool breath pouring in from the Baihui above his head, and the injuries he suffered before seemed to have stabilized.

But he already knew this, so he wasn't surprised at all.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared in the room the next moment, sitting cross-legged on a quaint futon.

After all, the reason why only Xuanyuanzong Yuanying monks are eligible to enter this chaotic wind secret realm is because of this.

In ancient times, two powerful monks fought here, and the influence has not been completely eliminated, and there is still a trace left in this world.

Therefore, the random wind secret realm has become the retreat place for many ancestors of Xuanyuanzong after they were injured.

In the past, when Jifeng practiced the "Blood Soul Illustrated Record", he also relied on this environment to suppress the massive backlash of blood souls and keep his mind clear.

The small courtyard Zhang Shiping is currently in is owned by Zeng Jifeng.

As soon as he sat down, he took out the bronze lamp and lit it. At the same time, the Flame and Death Pagoda turned into a beam of spiritual light, which slowly rose from the top of the Tianling Cap. In the midst of circling, faint streams of blood flowed down from the tower. , covering the whole body.

Taking advantage of this, Zhang Shiping began to practice the method of "Exchanging Yuan and Turning Soul", turning the blood soul that Luo Qi, a cultivator of transforming spirits, refined with a secret method into pure power of soul, and gradually refined it.

As for the injury, although it seemed terrifying, within the range of the bronze lamp flame, it began to recover at an extremely fast speed.

The black jade covered with ice patterns on the left half of his body turned into a fleshy body, and began to fade away little by little, gradually turning into a golden and red fire spirit body.

It just seems that this continuous process will not end in a short while.

Zhang Shiping is not in a hurry, there is nothing wrong with this place.

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Time passed by little by little, and it was two years later.

In the secret realm of Random Wind, a monk in green shirt was sitting cross-legged on the futon, motionless like a wooden sculpture.

The room was dimly lit, and the face of this person could be vaguely seen, it was Zhang Shiping.

However, his body is a little illusory, with a sense of floating.

After another month, Zhang Shiping stood up slowly and walked out of the hut.

Once out of the wooden door, under the sunlight, he couldn't help raising his head, squinting at the sky.

Soon, he walked into the yard, but while walking, although there was a slight sound of footsteps, there was no shadow following him.

Three or four miles away from the small courtyard, a young cultivator wearing a jade-colored dark brocade robe with golden bamboo leaf patterns was taking a leisurely walk. As he was walking, the man suddenly fell to the ground, looking boredly at the sky in the sky. Motionless white clouds.

Suddenly, he noticed something, and instead of getting up to sit up, he rolled around on the ground and looked out of the corner of his eye.

I saw that Zhang Shiping was pushing open the door of his small courtyard, and walked out slowly, the two were looking at each other.

The young monk suddenly felt a little embarrassed, a carp jumped up from the ground, he patted the dust on his body, and walked towards Zhang Shiping quickly.

"When did senior come here?" The young monk asked respectfully.

"Two years ago, when Chang Qiu was cultivating, I didn't bother you. Since you have already broken through, we can just call each other friends." Zhang Shiping said.

This person is the newly promoted Nascent Soul monk of Xuan Yuanzong decades ago, named Yi Changqiu. Don't look like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but he is actually over three hundred years old.

"Then I won't refuse. I have met fellow Daoist Shiheng." Yi Changqiu said with his hands clasped.

"I've seen Fellow Daoist Changqiu." Zhang Shiping responded with a smile.

After saluting each other, the two suddenly laughed loudly.

"Sit down." Zhang Shiping sat on the ground, and patted the sand beside him.

Yi Changqiu didn't make a fuss, and sat down without saying a word.

Suddenly, he discovered some clues, and asked, "This is Shiheng?"

"It's just an incarnation of the soul, and the deity is practicing in the Rifting Wind Valley at the moment." Zhang Shiping said casually.

"This is not just a simple incarnation of the soul. If I didn't see the shadow, I would have thought you were the deity here. The transformation of the soul into reality, I am afraid that even some great monks can't do such supernatural powers. When I entered the sect, the world Heng is already a Nascent Soul of the Zongmen. I don’t think it’s only been more than three hundred years, but you have already reached the late stage of cultivation, which is far from the middle stage of the outside rumors. It’s really unbelievable if you don’t see it with your own eyes.” Yi Changqiu sighed One sound.

Hearing this, Zhang Shiping shook his head and said: "In the past two years, by coincidence, I have made a slight breakthrough in the cultivation of the soul, but my own mana has not improved. It is still far away to really break through the later stage."

It's just that Yi Changqiu didn't take it seriously after hearing this, and he said:

"The soul has reached such a high level. At that time, like the "The Law of Enlightening the Void and Transforming the God", it will use the power of the soul to feed back the body~lightnovelpub.net~ to increase its own cultivation. It's just some time. If I meet a strong enemy outside in the future, I hope Shiheng will help me."

"You and I are of the same origin, so this is out of the question. As long as you call, I will go there with all my strength." Zhang Shiping said without thinking.

Just like before, when Du Yu received a message from Jiang Si and learned that he was in danger, he crossed the entire Nanzhou from Yuanxiao City without saying a word, and rushed to the ancient city on the border of the Barbarian Region within six hours. Sacrifice the bright jade Xuanguang mirror to help.

If Du Yu can do this, he will naturally do the same.

Zongmen monks should watch and help each other, and those who take a step forward should also look back and help the latecomers. This is the case from generation to generation, and the inheritance is endless.

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