Seeing the Nine Birds Stone Plate that was sacrificing Bi Fang, it was slowly turning into quicksand and gray-white powder, but Zhang Shiping looked at another Nine Birds Scholar Plate that painted the Hung Ming Bird for a long time, but there was no change at all.

He couldn't help but sigh, his sleeves brushed across the table, and four stone plates were added to the table, which were arranged side by side with the Nine Birds Sacrifice Plate with the heavy-dark true spirit bird.

Bi Fang, Shang Fu, Kunpeng, Jiuteng, Chongming Bird... Zhang Shiping looked at it one by one, and thought to himself that there were five kinds of stone slabs he had obtained. Among these five kinds of sacrificial stone trays, now only two sacrificial stone slabs carved with Bi Fang were absorbed by this bronze lamp.

His eyes were deep, staring at the beating blue flames of the bronze lamp, and tapping the jade yellow bamboo table with his right index finger, recalling the real supernatural phenomenon that Bi Fang fought with Qinglong decades ago.

It has only been a few decades so far, and it has not been too long in the eyes of the Jindan Yuanying monks. Many monks think of the phantom of the Azure Dragon five or six thousand years ago, and are related to this true spirit fight, thinking about what is the relationship between the two times.

Five or six thousand years is an extremely long period for low-level cultivators, but for their true spirits, it may be just a short moment. Zhang Shiping once speculated that the qi-training cultivators have a hundred years of life, three or four Jiazi of foundation building, eight hundred golden elixirs, and more than two thousand years of Nascent Soul. When the God-Cultivating Cultivator becomes at least four or five thousand years of life, then how long can they live if they reach these true spirits?

Thirty thousand years, fifty thousand years, one hundred thousand years... one million years, can it really be immortal and immortal?

Not only Zhang Shiping thought so, the Jindan monks who had a better relationship with him in the city had talked about this several times in the afternoon of the meal after dinner.

The human race’s view on such true spiritual phenomena is almost like Zhang Shiping and other golden elixir monks. It is just a chat. After all, the gap between the two sides is too big. If the true spiritual body appears in front of these golden elixir monks, perhaps the aura of existence will reveal a little bit, which will destroy the body of the low-level monks.

It has nothing to do with killing or sin, just like when a person walks, he never cares about how much dust he has stepped on.

However, because of the real spirit phantom fight, the relationship between the dragon and some bird monsters of the sea clan suddenly became cold. The demon kings of those tribes had several games, and even several demon kings fell, which made the true king of the Nascent Soul on the tribe look a big joke, but what most of them didn't know was that Venerable Hongyue was carefully controlling the degree of the battle.

In the eyes of the demon clan, this is not just a simple strange phenomenon of heaven and earth. They value the purity of the clan bloodline, which is inherited by ancient monsters and even true spirits. The fighting of true spirits outside the domain naturally affects the relationship between the demon clan. Among them, there is naturally the Red Moon Master who has made secret moves. However, this kind of thing has not spread widely under the control of the God-Transforming Demon Lord.

Originally, Venerable Hongyue wanted to take the opportunity to provoke the conflict between the demon clan and the sea clan dragon with the three-legged golden crows and the blood of Bi Fang Zhenling in his body, which further weakened the strength of the sea clan and the demon clan. However, when he went to find Xuanshan to discuss with Venerable Xifeng, he only found out from the junior of the Nascent Soul of Xifeng Pavilion that these two had left this world without saying a word decades ago.

He was shocked and angry, and wanted to slap the Nascent Soul monks of Xifeng Pavilion to death. Fortunately, Venerable Xifeng left the location of the space crack for the younger generations of the family. When Venerable Hongyue came to search, he handed it over to Venerable Hongyue. Only then did Xifeng Pavilion escape the disaster. Until Xuanshan, Xifeng and the others had left this world, the Nascent Soul monks of Xifeng Pavilion who could be entrusted by Venerable Xifeng, would naturally not talk about this matter.

As for the space crack located at the foot of Yuran Mountain in Baimang Mountain, when Master Hongyue learned about it, he naturally gave up everything and rushed over to check it out immediately. It was just as he expected. However, since Xuanshan and Xifeng passed by, this world has been almost repaired, and it is impossible to accommodate the god-transforming monks passing by. He returned in disappointment.

Without the help of two colleagues, he did not dare to be too unscrupulous. He could only provoke the relationship between the demon clans slightly, lay a few nails for them, and missed such opportunities.

He couldn't do nothing just because Xuanshan and Xifeng left, otherwise he would definitely notice something with Qianmu and Qingjiao's two old guys.

Under the fact that the situation in Nanzhou is still under the control of the Red Moon Master.

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Time passes slowly.

Zhang Shiping looked at the stone slab and had 90% turned into dust. Only a small stone as big as a fist had not turned into dust. After a few breaths, the small stone that was sacrificial stone plate also turned into dust.

The blue-blue flame emitted by the bronze lamp became deeper and deeper, slowly turning into a deep dark blue color. This flame was already seven or eight in color, with the flame color of the Bifang true fire emitted by the Bifang true supernatural phenomena at that time.

Zhang Shiping's eyes were filled with spirit. He immediately took the bronze lamp, turned around and entered the quiet room, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and then used various sacrificial methods to check the changes in the bronze lamp.

One day, two days...half a month later.

A young man in a long green gown in the valley was holding a golden pen with a very serious expression. The pen was stained with some configured cinnabar talisman paste, and stroked one by one on a three-inch long and one inch wide yellow talisman paper. The pen tip was already quite well-organized.

After he drew the last stroke, the aura of the rune on the yellow talisman flashed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly poured in, and the wood-attributed spiritual energy in the talisman paper gradually became rich, but the next moment, the originally calm and calm boy looked towards the valley with horror.

In the quiet room in the valley, I saw a blue flame that just could wrap people floating quietly in the air. There was a faint silver-white flame in the blue flame.

Zhang Shiping sat cross-legged in the air. He placed his hands on his knees, his palms facing the sky, and silver flames continued to appear three inches around his body, fusing with the blue flames, and then turned into wisps of black flames. As he inhaled, he entered his nose and mouth, and with the spiritual energy, it turned into the meridians, and finally returned to the dantian.

A red tower and four green swords were floating in the black flames, and the precious light floated.
Chapter completed!