The Beast Tide War concerns all human races in the archipelago.

As one of the giants of the clan, Chen Ping should have cooperated with the Nine Sects without hesitation and killed the high-level monsters.

But who told him that what he gained in the secret realm this time was enough to make Jindan of the Archipelago extremely jealous!

First of all, the disappearance of the eclipse buds for no reason has already made Gu Sixian suspicious. ??

How can the cultivators allow him to enjoy such a valuable treasure that can greatly increase the level of physical cultivation?

Secondly, the property of Jiang Yang, Shangguan Xi and others fell into his hands.

The Sword Cauldron Sect will definitely negotiate with him to take back a few storage rings.

But with Chen Ping's temperament, how could he be willing to spit out the food he put into his mouth?

Therefore, he thought for a long time and decided to give up participating in the war.

In the secret realm, although the human race of the archipelago suffered heavy casualties, they still had the ability to protect themselves in the face of the Sky Beast Island.

After all, the fallen golden elixirs are not the top ones.

The weakening of overall strength is not that exaggerated.

After spending half a day on the seabed, Chen Ping used the emerald land in the golden bead space to restore the soul that was on the verge of decomposition to its original state.

After his mana was restored to 80%, a beam of cyan light immediately rushed out of the sea and flew further into the eastern sky.

…

Secret place, medicine garden.

It is full of devastation and gloomy clouds.

It has been several hours since the human race and sea race escaped.

Zhou Riao stood motionless in the huge pit.

Wrapped in four vines and with a dull expression, at first glance, he looks like a puppet that has lost all life.

The next moment, his eyes finally opened slightly, and his aura was three points stronger than before.

"How are you doing?"

A caring and sweet female voice came from Zhou Jiao's mouth.

"Thanks to the fusion of your secondary soul with mine, you won't die for the time being."

Suddenly, it turned into a slightly aged man's voice.

After a pause, the man said with lingering fear: "That boy is practicing at least an intermediate level divine soul technique, maybe even a treasure level. If I hadn't been a Nascent Soul monk, the purity of my soul is far above it.

I’m afraid it has long been destroyed by ashes.”

"Are treasure-level skills very precious?"

"You are not a human race, so you don't understand what the treasure technique represents."

After a pause, Jian Zhenjun's remnant soul said in a solemn tone: "As far as I know, most of the god-forming forces do not have the inheritance of treasure skills, let alone the more rare soul secret skills. After searching the entire Haoyu Sea, it is estimated that

Very few.”

"The ancestral trees of the Holy Ruins have chosen him. It seems that the human race boy has a good status."

Shen Ya was silent for a while, then changed the topic and said angrily: "No matter who he is, but he took away my body that I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, I will definitely kill him until his soul is gone and he will not be reincarnated!"

"Right now, we are restricted by the seal and cannot get out within a thousand miles. You'd better think of something more practical."

Jian Zhenjun poured a basin of cold water on him unceremoniously, raised his head slightly to look at the crack in space, and said nervously:

"Has the consciousness of Sky Vine not been erased yet?"

"The Secret Lotus of Sakyamuni, which has an immortal soul, was once one of my companion spiritual herbs. I didn't expect that the Sky Vine actually inherited its magical power. Even Master Weapon Spirit couldn't do anything with it for a while."

There was a hint of worry in Zhou Jiao's expression.

The main soul of Shen Ya has merged with the soul of Tian Qiong Vine.

Even if the weapon spirit comes to rescue, it is difficult to separate.

"If Lord Qi Ling can break free from the Immortal Broken Chain, neither the human race nor the sea race can escape!"

Jian Zhenjun gritted his teeth and said.

"The Heaven-Breaking Immortal Chain contains very little power of rules. To break through its seal, Master Qi Ling must have at least a sixth-level magical power."

Shen Ya sighed, and then said:

"The Sky Vine will be handed over to Lord Artifact Spirit. The two of us will follow the original plan and attract high-level blood eaters from the outside world to rescue the demon soul first."

After listening, Jian Zhenjun nodded, then frowned and said: "After those people get out alive, our plan must have been exposed. The fifth-level creatures, especially the human Nascent Soul, their greed for the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure far exceeds yours."

imagination."

"It's not surprising that it even attracts the gods. With Master Qi Ling and you and me in our current state, we simply can't handle it."

"So, I suggest that the secret realm be sealed for a hundred years. Only after you completely occupy the body of Tianqiong Vine can you have the magical power to fight those Xiao Xiaoxiao."

Then, one person and one bud ended the conversation.

As Zhou Jiao's figure gradually sank into the ground, everything around him returned to calm.

…

Fuyou City Dojo.

At this moment, there was a bustling weapons refining workshop.

Dozens of apprentices and several masters of weapon refining shuttled through the pavilion, entertaining the monks who came to refine the treasures.

It seems that this store's business is really good.

Everyone looks extremely busy.

"Hey, when Master Yan passes away, the business of this pavilion will be reduced by at least 30%. Most of the fellow Taoists will still come because of his reputation."

While taking a break from his busy schedule, a master of weapon refining in the foundation building stage said with emotion.

"Yes, even if Master Yan has swallowed a variety of spiritual objects and elixirs to extend his life, his life span is now less than ten years, right?"

Standing next to him was also a foundation-building monk.

"I hope that a few disciples of Master Yan can support the weapon refining workshop, otherwise it will not be unusual for me to find another job someday."

The two weapon masters exchanged words with each other and chatted lazily for a while.

It wasn't until a senior who was in the early stage of Yuan Dan crossed the threshold that the two of them cheered up and went forward.

What they didn't know was that Master Yan, who was about to pass away, was in a secret room in the backyard, staring blankly at a purple cauldron.

"The old man is about to die."

After a long time, Yan Jing suddenly stood up and laughed at himself helplessly.

Although he is a Yuandan monk, he is too old.

My physical strength and memory are not as good as before, and I often fall into long-term thinking about one thing.

Just now, he was thinking about when that person, no, that senior would come to him to refine weapons.

It is true that there are still more than four years left before the agreement was made back then.

But what he didn't expect was that in the past two years, his condition had plummeted.

It seems I can’t wait that long!

"If Senior Chen doesn't come after another half year, Yan will summon several other fellow Taoists who master the fire method to open a furnace and refine weapons!"

Yan Jing muttered to himself, with a helpless smile on his face.

It has always been his last wish to create a masterpiece before his death.

Although the whole process and the quality of the magic weapon could be improved to a higher level with the help of a fire-attributed golden elixir monk, he really didn't have time to wait any longer.

Yan Jing slowly lay down with a slight squint, and at the same time threw a Bigu Pill into his mouth.

As his vitality faded, he felt hungry more and more frequently.

I lay there for half a day.

As the darkness fell, Yan Jing seemed to have fallen asleep, breathing steadily and with a faint smile on his face.

He dreamed that he had created a spiritual treasure.

Several golden elixirs and even Yuanying monks came eagerly to buy it and said all kinds of good things.

However, beautiful

Before the dream ended, he was awakened by a low shout.

"Master Yan's life in his later years seems to have been very comfortable."

On one side of the secret room, the silhouette of a young man suddenly took shape as the space became violently blurred.

Yan Jing hurriedly jumped up, the horror in his heart clearly showing on his face.
To be continued...