Nanming Island is much larger than Xiaofeng Island. Zhang Shiping saw the black line before, which was a tall and long iron-black wall, which was more than fifty feet high, extending along the left and right, surrounding the island.

In the pavement on the wall, Zhang Shiping could clearly see teams of monks wearing black iron armor walking by from time to time. He counted slightly. There were nearly ten thousand soldiers he saw alone. Under the high wall, there was a portal open every few miles. These portals were large and small. The large could allow giant ships more than 30 feet high to pass through, while the small could only be used by monks.

Zhang Shiping saw the monks in the city walking out of the gate, and then some of them flew up, and some suddenly soared into the air. Obviously, even the Jindan monks could not directly control the air here. They had to go out of the city gate honestly before they could fly away.

Just as Zhang Shiping looked at the black wall, the several auras that came opposite him were quite heavy and extraordinary, and they were obviously all Jindan stage cultivators.

These golden elixir monks flew past Zhang Shiping. Among them, they were flying at the last purple-blue flying rainbow. After seeing Zhang Shiping, he paused for a moment. In the light of the spirit, there was a middle-aged monk in black-clothed. This man looked at Zhang Shiping and his lips moved slightly. Then, at the call of several Jindan fellow Taoists in front of him, he nodded to Zhang Shiping and immediately chased after him.

Zhang Shiping in the escape light also nodded, and flew forward expressionlessly. He casually searched among the many city gates. The city gate looked small before, but when he walked in, it was actually five or six feet high, which was much taller than the city gate in the secular world.

Seeing Zhang Shiping falling down and dispersing the light, a disciple of Xuanyuan Sect who was guarding the city immediately lit up his eyes and ran over and said with great respect: "Disciple Qian Yu pays homage to Elder Zhang."

Then he took Zhang Shiping into the city gate first, and there were several foundation-building cultivators queuing in line, but there was no opinion at all. In the immortal world, the cultivator who was respectful to the city guarding cultivators must be the Jindan stage cultivators. Besides, Zhang Shiping was wearing Xuanyuan Sect's costumes. In this way, no matter how stupid those foundation-building cultivators were, they knew that Zhang Shiping was the Jindan elder of Xuanyuan Sect. Who would dare to say anything without any ignorance?

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Shiping did not go directly to the side of Master Qinghe, but asked the disciple to lead the way, found a cave to check in, and took a rest for a while. Zhang Shiping, lying on the bed, closed his eyes and let the trace of fatigue in his body dissipate.

He didn't expect to meet the former Zhengyang Sect's uncle Zhao here, who was the son of Chang Younian, the former head of the sect. This senior brother Zhao formed a elixir nearly seventy years earlier than him. However, he is still in the early stage of the Jindan stage, and is still a little far from the middle stage of the Jindan stage, and has been rehabilitated by Zhang Shi.

After Zhao Wuxie caught up with fellow Taoists, one of the beautiful female cultivators in yellow clothes asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, have you met an acquaintance?"

He smiled and said, "I know you but I'm not very familiar with you, just say hello."

"I look at the man's clothes and clothes. He is an elder of Xuanyuan Sect. He looks so young, much better than us casual cultivators. As the saying goes, many friends and multiple roads, and fellow Daoist Zhao will also help you introduce him one day. If we can use the light of that fellow Daoist to move a cave with better spiritual energy, at least we can save some spirit stones and life will be much better." Another old man in a macaque said hoarsely.

"Old Liang really loves to joke. If you want to find a top-notch cave on Nanming Island, it would be easier for you." Zhao Wuxie chuckled.

"Don't, I can't stand the constraints, otherwise I would have found a sect to be a guest elder. Besides, if I obey the two sects, what should I do when I encounter danger? I can't escape without escaping. If I escape and anger two sects, I will not be worth it for those small profits." The old man in Mai said with a support to his beard.

Jindan monks live a good life in Nanming Island, but some caves with good spiritual energy are occupied by Xuanyuan and Bixiao sects to serve the Jindan monks in the sect. If a casual cultivator wants to obtain such a cave, he must now be assigned to two sects, otherwise he will not be able to rent even if he transforms many spiritual stones. He can only choose some places with less spiritual energy as a practice cave.

After lying in the cave for a while, Zhang Shiping sent a disciple from the sect to deliver a letter to the True Lord of Qingyu, saying when he would officially come to the door tomorrow. After doing this, Zhang Shiping suddenly patted his forehead and suddenly thought of the rosy dove that had encountered the rosy dove halfway.

He came to the front hall of the cave, a relatively wide place. Then he took out a storage bag on his white jade belt, untied the laces, and a white and misty light burst out. A dove with gray hair immediately appeared in front of Zhang Shiping. A little closer, under the light of the moon stone in the cave, the doves flashed with various colors like a dream, and the gorgeous and beautiful beauty made Zhang Shiping, who had not thought about it, stayed silent for a while, thinking in his heart that no wonder the dove colored clothes were so popular among those Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, no matter how gorgeous the rosy feathers were, they were just external objects. Zhang Shiping waved his hand and released a green light, and easily peeled off the rosy feathers without any flesh and blood. Then Zhang Shiping raised his hand and released several sword lights. He removed eight pieces of the remaining corpse in a few seconds, and clearly divided the flesh and internal organs. Without a fireball, he burned the rosy feathers to ashes.

Although this turtle dove is as powerful as a big monster who has just entered the third level, it is still the second level after all. It has no golden elixir in its body, and there are not many inspirations in its flesh and blood. At least for Zhang Shiping, a middle-level Jindan cultivator, it can only be regarded as a desire for the mouth. However, if it were other foundation-building cultivators in the Zhang family, these demon birds will be no less flesh than some nourishing spiritual objects, which can increase their magic power.

After putting away the hundreds of kilograms of flesh and blood, Zhang Shiping slapped the beast-controlling bag on his waist and released three locusts the size of a millstone, covering his body with red shells. Judging from his breath, it was already in the late stage of the second-level.

Since Zhang Shiping obtained the Phantom Ghost Locust, it took more than a hundred years and took a lot of effort to cultivate more than a hundred second-level Phantom Ghost Locusts. He also used the method of raising Gu to set up a blood array to drive them to swallow each other, and finally raised these three Phantom Ghost Locusts.

He expected that among the three ends, he would pick the strongest and most potential, let him swallow the other two ends, and then let him overcome the tribulation in one fell swoop. If so, he would also have a third-level insect demon, and the hard work over the past hundred years would be rewarded.

But now, he is not ready to improve it.

As soon as they came out, they started to buzz and whirl against Zhang Shiping's thigh, which was extremely intimate.

"Eat." Zhang Shiping pointed at the pile of bones and internal organs of the fujiu, and three illusion locusts rushed to it.

Zhang Shiping sat next to him, looking at him expressionlessly. Soon after, he supported his head with his hands and closed his eyes to think about why the Qingyu Ancestor called him.

After half a stick of incense, he suddenly heard a clanging sound, and Zhang Shiping opened his eyes.

“Buzz…”

One of the magical ghost locusts was biting a black thing, the size of two fists. It seemed a little confused. Why couldn't it break it into powder?

It bit it a few more times, and when it saw that it could not bite, it spit it out, turned its head and bit it at a bloody bone.

Zhang Shiping chuckled when he saw this. The jaws of the illusion locust were extremely powerful, and even the stubborn stones could gnaw it into powder. Since that ball of black objects could withstand it, perhaps it was some of the spirit ore iron stones that the rosy dove swallowed.

He waved his hand and wanted to take it and take a look, but the object was still motionless.

"Huh."

Zhang Shiping stood up and walked to the black object, took out a handkerchief, bent down and grabbed the bloody thing on the surface.

It was quite heavy and warm, and Zhang Shiping wiped off the blood on the surface and tapped it gently, and the sound of metal and stone sounds came out.

Zhang Shiping activated his spiritual sense again, and suddenly his face looked a little strange. He was clearly holding it in his hand, but there was no black stone in his spiritual sense, as if it did not exist.
Chapter completed!