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

After Zhang Shiping walked through all the insect chambers he had opened up now, he flew towards a small courtyard on the hillside with a calm expression.

His soul dissipated slightly and turned into several divine thoughts. He gently touched the magic array of the small courtyard for a few times. The magic array had ripples and the dark blue light flashed a few times.

Zhang Shiping raised his waist with his hands on his back to the courtyard. After two cups of tea, the magic circle of the cottage split a portal to both sides. Lin Xier, who had not yet fully restrained his magic power, walked out and saw Zhang Shiping's back.

, Yingying called out: "Master."

"Yes." Zhang Shiping responded lightly, then turned around, took out a token that had a little breath from the storage bag that could enter the insect room at will, handed it over to her, and gave it to her a few more instructions.

Then Zhang Shiping left.

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A Gufeng Cliff that is covered with fog and poisonous miasma all year round, two young men wearing gray coarse cloth clothes are from the Stroke Family in Sugu nearby, but they are just mortals without spiritual roots, so naturally they cannot be compared with the monks of the Feng Family.

The two were lying on the edge of the cliff, carefully stretching their heads out, looking at more than 30 feet below, a rock Ganoderma lucidum growing between the cracks of the rocks, and the clouds in the mountains in the distance were blowing. This rock Ganoderma lucidum

Appears and disappears in time.

"Second brother, how about it? This rock Ganoderma lucidum has been more than three hundred years, right?" One of the young men with gray cloth looked innocent. He was excited but lowered his voice.

, said to the young man next to him who was close to him.

The boy was thin and looked a little weak, but he looked extremely firm, giving people a feeling of tough bamboo on the cliff and rocks. He replied "well" and grabbed a piece of stone next to him.

, using the secular practice of martial artists throwing hidden weapons, throwing them downwards.

This small piece of gravel had hit a brown wooden vine a few inches away from the rock Ganoderma lucidum. The wooden vine had a bit of toughness, and the stone thrown by the boy gently talked about it on the wooden vine.

‘Tadada…’ The stone jumped a few times on the mountain wall, then fell into the misty mountain stream, without any echo, and I don’t know how deep the cliff is.

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

"Shh..." The older boy reached his hand to his lips and signaled his third brother not to speak anymore. He got up and walked backwards. After a while, he hugged him.

A dozen stones as big as fists came over and threw them at the rock Ganoderma lucidum. The stones were whistling and dropped one after another. For each throwing one, the younger child's eyelids twitched, fearing that he would be two.

My brother's hand trembled and just hit the Yan Ganoderma lucidum, thus destroying this Yan Ganoderma lucidum that is 300 years old.

As these stones went down, they confirmed that there were really no monsters guarding this rock Ganoderma lucidum, and the two teenagers looked more and more happy.

The older boy stood up and walked to an unknown old tree where the two of them hugged each other. There were two bamboo baskets there, and some flowers and plants were exposed in the bamboo basket. The boy flipped over the bamboo basket.

, He took out a large bundle of rope from inside. He tied the rope to the tree, tightened it, and then tied the rope to his own goal.

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At the bottom of the cliff, in a black pool, a deep black iron pillar dozens of feet high and embraced by more than a dozen people. The iron pillar ended into the thick fog of the mountain stream, and the bottom was deeply pierced. At the bottom of the Black Water Pond.

Several thick iron chains were wrapped around the deep black iron pillars. The iron chains were shining with a cold light, and the other end was completely buried in a hill five or six meters high. Between this hill and the black iron pillars, it grew Two lotus flowers, one as black as ink and the other as white as jade, both exuding a misty glow, appearing gorgeous and colorful, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet black water pool here.

A gray light fell, and Zhang Shiping stood in the Black Water Pond, dozens of feet away. He looked at the black iron pillars, chains, and the two black and white double lotus in the Black Water Pond. He was very familiar with it. Zhang Shiping's eyes were black Sweeping everywhere in the pool, searching for something.

This is the giant turtle in the valley that Lin Xier encountered when she was traveling a year or two ago. At that time, she relied on the talisman given to her by Zhang Shiping, and then she escaped from the hands of the giant turtle.

Finally, Zhang Shiping used his spiritual sense to scan for a while. The black water pool was only about a foot, but he didn't notice the giant tortoise in Lin Xier's mouth. However, Zhang Shiping's mind moved. He held the Firefly Spirit Tower in his hand and recited a few silently. In an instant, a ball of silver flame broke away from Zhang Shiping's body and flew towards the hill that was five or six high, believing that the earth and stones were nothing.

In fact, when Zhang Shiping first arrived here, he had no spiritual sense. With his naked eyes alone, he concluded that this small hill, which was five or six feet high, was probably the giant turtle in the valley mentioned by Xi'er. The reason is very simple. Zhang Shiping looked at the chains on the dark black iron pillar and finally sank into the hill.

As the silver flames penetrated, the small mound, five or six meters high, gradually shaking, and the soil and rocks on the top of the hills also rolled down a little better.

Zhang Shiping stood with his hands behind his back, and with a thought, his pagoda of fire and souls suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain and suddenly changed into a giant tower more than ten feet high. It carried the wind and thunder and suppressed it down, but when it just fell, The whole hill was shaking violently, and the earth and rocks cracked, revealing a dark silver-lustered turtle's back. A silver fire appeared, blocking Zhang Shiping's natal pagoda.

"Silver-Armored Turtle!" Zhang Shiping was a little surprised.

Now, this Firefly Spirit Tower has been used to sacrifice three kinds of golden elixir fairies with silver flames, one of which is even a silver-armored tortoise.

"This fellow Taoist..." The silver-armored tortoise shook the earth and stones on his body, lowered his head, and looked at Zhang Shiping outside the Black Water Pond. Its eyes were very calm, like a wise man who had seen through the world, "Can you know, can it be Stop it first. Anyway, I have been trapped here for hundreds of years, and have been sucked by magic circles day and night, so I have lived enough. I don’t have to hurry to kill fellow Taoists. I have something to say to fellow Taoists.”

"No need, I'll find out later." When Zhang Shiping heard the old turtle's words, he did not stop, but instead input mana towards the Yanyue Ten Thousand Spirit Tower, and the tower body suddenly increased.
Chapter completed!