After three days of wriggling and struggling, the flesh and blood that kept bursting out in the cave finally restrained itself and all shrank back.

In the depths of the cave, a two-foot-tall old toad was covered in curled skin and flesh, and lumps of scarlet flesh were falling from it, but it didn't seem to feel anything.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Venerable stared blankly at the dark cave, and after a long time, it sighed quietly: "It's so dangerous."

The monk is fighting for his life. Over the years, it has taken all the life-extending spiritual things it can get. Hundreds of years ago, it had no choice but to use the ancient longevity method, but it was just drinking poison to quench thirst.

It's just that the strength is exhausted, no matter how mysterious the secret technique is, it is difficult to win the good fortune of the heaven and the earth, and the mystery of invading the sun and the moon. This is only the second time that the thousand-eyed demon master has used this secret technique, and it almost can't survive.

The more mysterious the secret method, the greater the price to pay. With its current state of being transformed into a **** and demon body, it will never be able to withstand the third turn of its ancient spirit. If you use it forcefully, I am afraid that your own deity in the upper realm will be affected.

Thinking that his tens of thousands of years of cultivation would be reduced to nothing, Qianmu Yaozun was a little scared.

There is great terror between life and death, and the longer you live, the more you fear death. Otherwise, the master wouldn't have exhausted all his efforts and sent an incarnation of himself into this world without hiding the truth from many great powers.

"My lord." A long sigh echoed in the cave.

After a long time, a black wind flew out from the cave on Yaodao, where did it go?

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And as early as three days ago, after Zhang Shiping drank Jiang Cang away, the volatility of the two of them fighting attracted the attention of several Zhang family monks on board.

Zhang Hengli took two people from the ninth level of Qi training, first hurried to Zhang Shiping's room, and saw that the door was open, and there was no one inside, so he didn't go in directly, but called the ancestor a few times at the door, After a few breaths, there was still no answer, so he rushed to the deck with people rushing,

I happened to see Zhang Shiping standing alone on the side of the boat rail, the spirit sword flying around his body, there were several people lying not far from the ancestor, he knelt down and put his hands between their noses, and he looked a little, these people had already There is no life, but the body still has some warmth, and it has only been a moment since he died.

It's just a few mortal lives, and it's not a big deal. Zhang Hengli has seen it a lot.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that those sailors who had been resting nearby were gathering together in twos and threes after hearing the sound. They didn't know what happened, and their eyes were a little terrified.

"Old Ancestor, what happened?" Zhang Hengli asked with a slight bow.

Zhang Shiping had noticed Zhang Hengli a long time ago, the four green frost flying swords beside him, with a flicker of spiritual light, shrank into four small swords the size of a palm, and flew into his sleeves one after another.

"There was an old guy who touched the boat just now, but he has retreated now. Hengli, please go down and put away the anchor immediately, without caring about the spirit stone, and move forward at full speed. I am afraid that two golden core monks will die here. Fight, if we have to, let's not go into this muddy water." Zhang Shiping looked at Jiang Cang's leaving direction, frowning deeply, he thought for a while, and told Zhang Hengli that right and wrong should not be left for long, lest unwarranted trouble come to the door , set himself on fire.

The cultivator who can seriously injure Jiang Cang must be at least in the middle stage of Golden Core. If the group of them gets involved in this unnecessary disaster, he can protect himself, but the low-ranking monks and mortals on the ship are afraid that they will be buried in the belly of the fish.

He didn't know that this person had been killed by Jiang Cang, and because of the secret art of "Hypotheosis and Soul", Jiang Cang absorbed all the soul of this guy and his cultivation base, draining the last drop of oil from the cracks in his bones.

"And when we go back, these households will take care of them, let's move up." Zhang Shiping walked a few steps, turned around, left a last sentence, and walked towards his room on the boat.

In fact, he still has a sentence "after all, poor people" that he didn't say. The identities of the two parties were too disparate, the so-called politeness should not be inferior to ordinary people, since boarding the ship, no ordinary person dared to speak in front of Zhang Shiping.

Seeing Zhang Shiping approaching, everyone bowed their heads and moved to make way for a passage.

After Zhang Shiping left, a middle-aged man wearing only a brown short coat, with a weathered face, looked at Zhang Hengli, hesitated for a while, and when he was about to say something, Zhang Hengli frowned, and turned to the old man , opened his mouth and said:

"Old Changtou, carry the corpses of Heiyu, Tongzi, and Wang Wu to the barn, and freeze them with ice first, and then bury them in the ground for safety when they go back. As for the pension, the ancestor said that it will be a little later, so let's do it Second-class pension, everyone, be quicker with your hands and feet, didn't you hear what the ancestor said, there will be two real people fighting to the death, those who don't want to feed the fish, hurry up, don't dawdle."

A few young and strong men behind the old Changtou walked over quickly and carried the three people on the ground away.

As for the other sailors, they all showed envy when they heard that the pensions of the three were second-class. The pensions of the second class of the Zhang family are enough to allow the parents, wife and children of the family to live in peace and stability for twenty years. , and have a stable job, which is much happier than running across the sea and boat by yourself.

For a moment, the panic-stricken people seemed to have taken a reassurance,

Following Zhang Hengli's instructions, as well as the command of several qi-training monks, the seventy or eighty sailors on the ship started running one after another, busying themselves with their own affairs, winding up the ropes, putting away the iron anchors, and hoisting the sails. …

Zhang Hengli flew the imperial weapon towards the magic circle in the cabin, and quickly sacrificed it.

The sea boat braved the wind and waves, and sailed towards Nanzhou in the night.

In the distance, Zhang Shiping didn't directly return to the room, but there was the dark ocean waves, the edge of which could not be seen. Motivated by Zhang Shiping's spiritual thoughts, he checked the movement within ten miles to prevent Jiang Cang from leaving and returning.

Even though Jiang Cang seemed to be seriously injured, he was not sure of keeping him. The trapped beast is still fighting, and who knows if he is deliberately showing weakness to the enemy.

Zhang Shiping leaned on the railing to watch the waves, the waves were roaring, he tapped on the iron-wood railing, a flash of warning flashed in his eyes, and he was somewhat self-deprecating. In the final analysis, my cultivation base is too weak, and my family is still too weak~lightnovelpub.net~ Otherwise, there is no need to be so cautious and look forward and backward.

But practice this matter, don't be impatient! How many monks have gone astray and lost their hearts. If he could improve his cultivation just by thinking about it, then why would he have to practice hard day and night for decades or hundreds of years.

Zhang Shiping didn't return to the room until the sky turned pale and nothing happened all night.

Another seven days later, when the ship entered the port, Zhang Shiping was one step ahead and flew back to Cuizhu Valley.

Once back in the valley, Zhang Shiping saw several sound-transmitting talismans in the formation, took out the silver token, read a few formulas softly, and rolled these sound-transmitting talismans into his sleeves.

On the way from outside the valley to the courtyard in the middle of the valley, Zhang Shiping took the time to check these jade slips, most of what was said in them were useless news.

There is only one jasper-colored sound-transmitting jade slip, which was left by the nearby real Bibo, saying that he wanted to exchange a piece of third-grade Yuzhu in his valley with a spiritual object.

It is very common for Jindan monks to exchange spiritual objects with each other. These spiritual bamboos are not needed by Zhang Shiping yet, if he can exchange for some fire attribute spiritual things that he needs, that would be great.

"Greetings to the ancestors." Just as Zhang Shiping was walking towards the valley, several young members of the Zhang family came together, and when they saw Zhang Shiping, they bowed and saluted.

Zhang Shiping nodded, and saw a new face among these people, it was Zhang Tianwu who he had taught for a few days before.

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