"Fellow Daoist Weng?"

Seeing Weng Fuhong's dull expression, the big man in yellow robe felt nervous, and when he followed his gaze, his face suddenly turned pale.

An avenue of pure fire several feet wide shone from the sky outside the city.

Connecting the sky and the earth, it is like the natural phenomenon of heaven and earth.

Hundreds of city guards looked away, either wary or shocked.

At this time, a monk in blue shirt had appeared at the end of the fire path.

He didn't even see his feet moving forward. He just flashed a few times and came to the city gate, slowly floating. ??

"Haichang...real person?"

The big man in yellow robe was so frightened that he trembled all over and felt great fear in his heart.

His conversation just now was not so polite, and there was a faint complaint that Senior Chen did not care about the overall situation and only wanted to be comfortable...

What a coincidence, Master Haichang is actually nearby.

With the strength of his soul, he must have clearly heard what he just said.

It’s over!

Thinking of the nicknames of Haichang Master that had been widely circulated, the yellow-robed man felt as if he was dead.

"Since you are on-duty guards, you work hard. How can you face the zombie clan with a trembling grimace?"

After looking around, Chen Ping scolded him calmly.

This sound was low and subtle, but it hit every monk's ears like thunder.

After that, Chen Ping waved his sleeves, and Wang Fuhong was lifted up by a cloud of fire and shot into the city together with him.

"Senior didn't cause trouble for me?"

The big man in yellow robe lowered his head in ecstasy, with a look of escape from death.

"Master Haichang is here to help us!"

"Senior Chen has endured thirty-eight breaths in the hands of the Bird Corpse. Now, no matter how rampant the Dragon Corpse is, he is no match for the two ancestors!"

"Hey, you don't know Senior Chen. It is said that every time he disappears for a long period of time, his strength will increase by several percent. Yu feels that the dragon corpse may not be the enemy of Senior Chen alone."

"Friend Yu, what you said is an exaggeration. Ten years is just a blink of an eye for a Jindan monk. How can he develop any great magical powers?"

"We'll see, Yu is just talking casually."

The originally solemn city guard team all beamed with joy after Chen Ping appeared, and they were all talking about it.

It seems that whoever knows Haichang better is more knowledgeable.

…

"Fu Hong, why did you come to the Nether Fire Gate sea area?"

As Hongyun was galloping, Chen Ping asked casually.

"Senior Chen doesn't know what he is doing. It was an order from Lord Shu Zhen. She dispatched a hundred Yuan Dan from each city of Fuyou and Yanning, and built thousands of foundations to go north, and divided them into various corpse-suppressing armies."

Not daring to delay for a moment, Weng Fuhong hurriedly answered.

"Haichangfang... no, fellow Daoist Jiang Peiling from Pingyun Sect, and senior junior disciple Yang Ziyu were also transferred here."

"It's just that they were assigned to the Moon-Langing Sea Area and are not with the younger generation."

Weng Fuhong then added.

"That's right. Everything Shu Zhenjun does is for the people of the archipelago. I express my deep support."

After hearing this, Chen Ping nodded slightly, without showing any dissatisfaction.

If Pingyun Sect wants to stand for generations and be passed down like the four Inner Sea Sects, it must take protecting the entire ethnic group as its own responsibility.

What's more, Jiang Peiling is talented but lacks experience.

This clan war may further help pave the way for her.

"How is Mu'er doing?"

Chen Ping smiled and asked gently.

"Thank you, Senior Chen, for your concern. Quan Zi broke into the Yuan Dan realm three years ago, but he suffered some injuries from the thunder tribulation and is still in seclusion."

When mentioning his only son Weng Mu, Weng Fuhong also had a smile on his face.

His life is short.

Weng Mu is his only concern.

At this point, Weng Fuhong sincerely thanked Chen Ping.

Unfortunately, as Chen Ping's cultivation level improved, he could no longer bring him any help.

"It's Yuan Dan!"

Chen Ping sighed and said mockingly:

"My master is very incompetent. I haven't provided much resources for such a big thing as my disciple's elixir condensation."

"Senior Chen's words are wrong. Quan Zi serves as the shopkeeper of Haichangfang and is a disciple of senior. Nowadays, the forces in the city have to sell some face."

"The Three-Way Pattern Clear Void Transformation Pill that Mu'er took when he broke through was obtained from a certain pill sage by virtue of the senior's reputation."

Weng Fuhong said gratefully.

Try your best to put the credit for Weng Mu's Jieyuan Dan on Chen Ping.

Then, Weng Fuhong knew that he had not returned to Fuyou City for a long time, so he gave a detailed and appropriate report on his current situation.

Leveraging Chen Ping's reputation, Haichangfang has grown into a large force in the Shuangcheng sea area over decades.

Not only did it open three more branches in Fuyou City.

Even Yanning City has established a new branch.

Of course, there is special care from Wei Xueling here.

It is worth mentioning that after Jindan Sanxiu Gu Lupu disappeared for so long, the outside world believed that he had died.

With its backer fallen, the Yushou Sect took advantage of the situation and took refuge in Haichangfang.

Later, Jiang Peiling, Guan Ni'er, and Weng Mu condensed Yuan Dan one after another, completely establishing the ascendancy of one party's hegemony.

"Girl Ni'er also has Yuan Dan?"

Chen Ping's heart moved and he thought about it secretly.

This woman is a hybrid of the Hai tribe and the Jindan tribe, and her identity is mysterious.

However, now he is not afraid at all.

With his magical powers, it would be easy to deal with the Pipa Girl.

Haichangfang's momentum is developing rapidly, which makes Chen Ping feel a little relieved.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

A very realistic sentence.

A beam of sword light he throws at will can kill dozens of Yuandan.

Even an ordinary golden elixir cannot make a move in his hands.

When one's magical powers reach this level, one already feels like he's not feeling the cold at high places.

At least this is the case in Yuanyan Islands.

…

There are no streets or lofts in the makeshift town.

Simply divided into two areas.

Mortals and Qi-training monks live together on a plain.

High-level monks gathered in a mountain range to recharge their batteries and prepare for the next battle.

High in the sky, Chen Ping's body stagnated slightly after he looked down with his consciousness.

The plain below is simply purgatory on earth.

Nearly a million mortals crowded together, wailing and screaming in pain endlessly.

Weng Fuhong obviously knew the reason and explained in a low voice:

"These mortals and low-level juniors are all creatures saved by Zhenren Liang from various islands."

"The appearance of the new Yin Spirit Tribe was so sudden that we barely had time to react before letting the evil spirit erode the area for thousands of miles."

"Those who are far apart are lucky, but those who are close will be in a dead place by the time Zhenren Liang arrives."

After hearing this, Chen Ping remained silent.
To be continued...