Three days later, Zhang Shiping completely refined the black seal, went around Shifeng Island, and visited all the 216 formation nodes of the ground-lifting flame formation laid down by Qiu Cong. Hooking them together, completed the last step of the formation, and then hiked to the top of the peak, facing the sea, sitting cross-legged, watching the waves surging wave after wave without stopping.

Zhang Shiping was silent, he saw the wind in his eyes, blowing the trees on the island, the feathers of seabirds, the clouds in the sky, the dust of wild horses, and the breath of creatures blowing each other, a scene full of vitality.

Since ancient times, this vast and endless ancient ocean has seen many monks, and the deep seabed is also the burial ground of many monks. Compared with the small world, the lifespan of a monk for thousands of years is really too short.

It was so short that the practice was not completed, the parents died first, and the friends left halfway, and there was only one person left in the vast world.

Scenes from the past resurfaced in Zhang Shiping's mind, and he seemed to see his parents who were high above him when he was young, the excitement when the eldest sister got married, and the laughter of the second brother who put him on his neck.

When Zhang Shiping grew up a little bit, when Zhang Shiping was still ignorant at the time, the great elder, the patriarch, and his father taught Yin Yin, with hope in their eyes, hoping that the younger generation in the family would be successful in cultivation, and another one would be born. The monk who established the foundation passed on the family.

In this way, one year or two years, from eight years old to sixteen years old in a blink of an eye, for eight full years, a child in the middle corner has grown into a good boy.

Zhang Shiping sighed lightly.

At that time, when he was practicing, although he never had the slightest slack, his cultivation was neither fast nor slow. In eight years, he started from refining Qi, and he could only reach the fourth floor.

The great elders in the clan were quite satisfied with this, but he himself was a little disappointed, and he was still a little confused.

It's just that he kept all these things in his heart and never mentioned them to others.

Later, he obeyed his father's arrangement and joined Zhengyang sect. Fortunately, he got the bronze lamp. After joining the sect, he was helped by Chen Wenguang, Lin Zhiqi, and Xu Youdan. Since then, his practice has become more and more refined. The foundation was successfully built in one fell swoop.

As for what happens next...

All kinds of things from the past came to mind one by one, complicated thoughts, but Zhang Shiping didn't suppress them forcibly, the thoughts came up spontaneously, mixed with sadness and joy, joy and anger.

The sun and the moon have risen and set several times before he stood up, walked to the center of the formation without any waves in his heart, sat down cross-legged, took out the storage bag, and put the elixir in the brocade box After taking it, he sat down intently.

And on the small island dozens of miles away, a black jade-colored skeleton was walking in the forest, and a few gray-feathered birds were resting on its shoulders, chirping non-stop.

All of a sudden, there seemed to be a whistling wind between the sky and the earth. It stopped, and looked at the sky with its eyes filled with scarlet fireworks, and saw clouds continuously gathering towards Shifeng Island.

The cloud that was originally cottony white is slowly becoming thicker and grayer, and is gradually changing towards the ink color.

"Have you started? I hope it will succeed. Don't be like Feng'er." A sigh came from the mouth of the skeleton.

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And thousands of miles away, above a vast sea, a crack in space suddenly appeared.

Qinghe came out of it, and not far away from him, a brown-haired strange animal that looked like a lion was sitting on top of the billowing auspicious clouds, holding a huge pipe in its mouth, and was breathing out smoke, surrounded by clouds and mist Yu Zhou looked very uncomfortable.

"Take a bite?" the old Suan Ni said in a low voice. It's just that it still has the pipe in its mouth and never takes it down.

"You old lion is too insincere, you don't smoke." Qing He attracted a cloud, sat cross-legged on it, and looked at the old Suan Ni.

The old Suanni smiled, glanced down and looked into the distance suddenly, and said:

"The wind is blowing, and the thunder is coming soon. Xuanyuanzong is an outstanding person, but in the past hundred years, there has been a younger generation who once again crossed the catastrophe and broke the pill to become a baby. Is it your apprentice again? Unlike our spirit beast clan, although the blood is inherited from ancient times Ancestor, but in today's small world, it is more and more inappropriate to practice."

"That boy is not my apprentice, he is a descendant of Qin Feng, I am not so lucky." Qing He shook his head and said.

"Qin Feng, no wonder you dare not accept disciples?" The old Suanni suddenly thought of something and laughed.

But after laughing, it sighed heavily and said:

"Red Moon should have left. I saw from afar that his physical body has decayed like a rotten wood. The majestic and pure mana that he has condensed for five thousand years, along with him all the way away, constantly feeds back the world and dissipates into a little bit of starlight. Such an outstanding person, when he came, he came clean, and when he left, he was very clear, but in the end, he didn't even leave a body, which is really a pity. The road to longevity is not easy. Compared with him, we are as humble as ant."

But after hearing this, Qinghe sneered and said:

"You are you, I am me, don't use me as an example. In the small world, whoever seeks to live forever and become a god, which one is not a hero? Hongyue has his choice, I only have my pursuit. The book of longevity It is the greatest desire in the world, the most painful suffering, like the silk cocoon entangled in the body and the heart, one layer after another is broken, thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, just take it easy! But you, an old lion, follow behind , with bad intentions, with Hongyue's temperament, how could he leave his body with you? You called me here today, you probably didn't want to sit with me to discuss Taoism, you just talk about it."

The old Suanni took a few deep breaths of the cigarette, and poured it out. The smoke, along with the aura, gathered towards Shifeng Island.

It's just that with a wave of Qinghe's sleeve, he snatched the smoke, condensed it into beads, and threw it into the sea.

"You're too careful. That junior has practiced "Phantom Smoke Body", and my phantom smoke is a good thing for him. Ordinary monks can't ask for it." With a light move, the old Suan Ni The smoke beads that fell into the sea flew up leisurely, and melted into the auspicious clouds under it~lightnovelpub.net~ Wait for him to survive the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, and use your kindness again. I heard that a descendant of your Suanni family was killed by other monks more than a hundred years ago. Now that so many years have passed, can you find out who did it? That's what you have to worry about. Besides, now that the Demon Lord is coming, all the fellow Taoists are ready to move, so why don't you join in the fun. Otherwise, if you miss this opportunity, it will take another five thousand or eight years for the next one. Can you afford to wait? "Qing He said.

"I can't afford to wait, so I took this opportunity to call you over to discuss it. How about we join forces?" the old Suan Ni said.

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While the two God Transformation Venerables, one person and one demon, were talking, thick clouds gathered over Shifeng Island, with it as the center, covering a radius of more than a hundred miles in darkness, and the Thunder Snake danced silently in the clouds.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a silver-purple thunderbolt that pierced the sky and the earth slammed down towards Shifeng Island.

As for a figure like glazed glass, he stretched out one hand with the palm facing up, abruptly catching the first thunder from the sky.