Although the magic power of a monk is mysterious, it is not a magic medicine that can cure all diseases.

After Zhang Shiping walked through all the worm rooms he had opened up now, he calmly flew towards a small courtyard on the hillside.

He was distracted. Turned into a few divine thoughts, and lightly touched the magic circle of the small courtyard a few times, the magic circle made ripples, and the faint blue light flickered a few times.

Zhang Shiping stretched his back with his hands behind his back, facing the small courtyard. After two full cups of tea, the magic circle of the hut split into a door on both sides. , Yingying called out: "Master."

"En." Zhang Shiping responded lightly, then turned around, took out a token from the storage bag that carried his aura and could enter the worm room at will, handed it to her, and gave her a few instructions After a few sentences, Zhang Shiping drifted away.

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On a Gufeng cliff shrouded in mist and poisonous miasma all year round, two young men in gray coarse cloth clothes belong to the Zhongfeng family in the nearby Sugu.

The two were lying on the edge of the cliff, carefully stretched out their heads, and looked at a rock ganoderma growing in the cracks of the rocks more than 30 feet below. Hide and show.

"Second brother, what's the matter, this ganoderma lucidum must be more than three hundred years old?" One of the gray cloth boys looked younger and looked innocent. He was excited, but lowered his voice , Said to the boy next to him next to him.

The young man was thin and looked a bit fragile, but he looked extremely firm, giving people a feeling of tough bamboo on the cliff rocks. He replied 'hmm' and casually grabbed a piece of broken stone beside him. , using the technique of throwing hidden weapons by ordinary martial arts practitioners, and threw it down.

This small piece of gravel has already hit a brown wooden vine a few inches away from Ganoderma lucidum. The wooden vine has a bit of toughness, and the stone thrown by the boy is gently talking on the wooden vine.

'Tap, tap...' The stone jumped a few times on the mountain wall, and then fell into the misty mountain stream. There was no echo at all, and it was unknown how deep the cliff was.

"It's not a vine snake." The younger gray cloth boy said to his second brother with a surprised expression on his face.

"Hush..." The older boy put his hand to his lips, signaling his third brother to stop talking. He got up and walked back. After a while, he came over with a dozen or so fist-sized stones. Throwing the stones at this rock ganoderma, with a whistling sound, one after another, the younger child's eyelids would twitch every time a piece was thrown, for fear that his second brother's hands would shake and hit the rock ganoderma just right , thus destroying this 300-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

As the stones went down, they confirmed that there were really no monsters guarding the rock ganoderma plant, and the faces of the two teenagers became more and more joyful.

The older boy stood up and walked to an unknown old tree that was hugged by two people. There were two bamboo baskets over there, and some flowers and plants were exposed in the bamboo baskets. The boy turned over the bamboo baskets. , A large bundle of ropes was pulled out from the inside. He tied the rope to the tree, tightened it, and tied the rope to himself

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At the bottom of the cliff, in a pool of black water, stands a dark iron pillar tens of feet high, surrounded by more than a dozen people. At the bottom of the Blackwater Pool.

A few thick iron chains were wrapped around the dark iron pillars, the iron chains glowed with a cold light, and the other end was completely submerged in a small hill with a height of five or six feet. Between this hill and the black iron pillar, there are two lotus plants, one is as black as ink, and the other is as white as jade. Added a touch of anger.

A gray light fell, and Zhang Shiping stood in the black water pool, tens of feet away. He looked at the black iron pillars, the chains, and the two black and white double lotuses in the Black Water Pool, which he was very familiar with. Zhang Shiping looked around in the black water pool, searching for something.

This is the giant tortoise in the deep valley that Lin Xi'er met when she was traveling a year or two ago. At that time, relying on the talisman Zhang Shiping gave her, she managed to escape from the giant tortoise's grasp.

In the end, Zhang Shiping scanned for a long time with his spiritual sense, the black water pool was only about ten feet long, but he didn't find the giant turtle that Lin Xi'er was talking about. But Zhang Shiping's mind moved, he held the Yanyun Wanling Pagoda in his hand, and muttered a few words silently, a ball of silver flames broke away from Zhang Shiping's body in an instant, and flew towards the five or six high hill, regarding the earth and rocks as nothing .

In fact, when Zhang Shiping first arrived here, he didn't use his spiritual sense. He concluded that this small hill with a height of five or six feet is probably the valley that Xi'er mentioned. giant tortoise. The reason for this is very simple, Zhang Shiping looked at the chains on the dark iron pillars, and finally sank into the hill.

As the silver flame sank in, the small mound, which was five or six feet high, gradually shook, and the earth and rocks on the top of the hill also rolled down quite a bit.

Zhang Shiping stood with his hands behind his back, and with a thought, his pagoda suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, and immediately transformed into a giant tower more than ten feet high, carrying the force of wind and thunder, Huang Huang suppressed it, but just when it fell, The whole hill shook violently, the soil and rocks cracked, revealing a dark silver turtle's back, and a silver fire emerged, blocking Zhang Shiping's natal pagoda.

"Silver turtle!" Zhang Shiping was somewhat surprised.

His current tower of flames and spirits had previously been refined with the blood sacrifices of three golden core goblins with silver flames, one of which was a silver-armored tortoise.

"This fellow Taoist..." The silver-armored tortoise shook the earth and rocks on its body, lowered its head, and looked at Zhang Shiping outside the black water pool. Stop. Anyway, the old man has been trapped here for hundreds of years, day and night being sucked marrow and soul devoured by the magic circle, he has already lived enough, fellow daoists don’t have to rush to kill me, the old man has something to say to fellow daoists.”

"No need, I'll find out later when I search my soul." Zhang Shiping didn't stop when he heard Lao Gui's words, but poured mana into the Yanyun Wanling Pagoda, and the tower suddenly swelled a circle.

The silver flame emitted by this silver-armored tortoise could have caused great damage to the spirituality of the monk's magic weapon, which is almost unfavorable to other monks, but it just happened to lose its effectiveness in front of Zhang Shiping, and was suppressed by Zhang Shiping's magic weapon. Restraint, not only can't damage its spirituality, but adds a bit of power to the silver flame.