After the Thousand-Eyed Ancient Toad robbed the entire ship, the overall atmosphere on the Canglang suddenly became silent.

The monks went in and out easily, and there were few people even on the normally bustling deck.

In the early morning of the third day, just before arriving at Wangqin Island, the Qu family sent their maids to knock open the stone houses of the guests and give each person a few drops of gourd essence.

Qi training monks were given five drops of red jade gourd essence.

More than thirty foundation-building monks are the essence of purple jade gourds.

"The Qu family understands it well."

Chen Ping smiled slightly, and there was a ball of light purple liquid at the bottom of the vial in his hand.

Although this tiny amount of gourd essence was only worth a few hundred spirit stones, it greatly reduced everyone's dislike of the Qu family.

After all, the Qu family was also the one persecuted by the ancient toad.

It was just bad luck that I boarded this trip on the Canglang.

…

At sunset, a huge black shadow as majestic as the Optimus Pillar appeared in front of the cultivators.

After the spirit ship had traveled dozens of miles again, as the maid's voice sounded, the monks who were here for the first time knew that this was Wangqin Island.

What shocked Chen Ping was that the island was not a flat terrain with an unobstructed view, but a three-dimensional island formed by many peaks merging into one, blocking the sky.

On the whole, it is more appropriate to describe it as a majestic and layered mountain range.

In the distance with blurred vision, a majestic mountain peak stands high in the clouds, as if it is a graceful and outstanding woman, looking forward to it.

The mountains are surrounded by light smoke, looming and shadowy.

From the bottom of the giant mountain to the ferry, there are endless brown hills.

The heights are consistent, and the ups and downs are continuous, just like a peerless Guqin placed smoothly in the misty clouds and smoke, far and near, almost as if it is far away.

The pavilions one after another spread out from the foot of the mountain, dotted between the rolling hills, forming strings that stretched hundreds of miles across, creating an astonishing sight.

On the giant mountain standing like a fairy, all kinds of sword lights and flowing shadows danced together, converging into a light curtain with sword shadows, making the monks unable to see the scenery clearly.

"The huge peaks are like women, the hills are like harps, and the goddess is looking at the harp. Is this how the island got its name?"

Chen Ping's eyes flickered and he murmured to himself.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of the power of the law.

This kind of mysterious terrain formed by an island, even if the golden elixir can move mountains and fill the sea, Yuanying monks are far from able to do it.

As for the legendary power of transforming into gods, maybe you can try it reluctantly.

However, there are obviously no monks of that level in the Yuanyan Islands, a barren sea area where Jindan is respected.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Ye Yingwu is extraordinary."

At some point, Ding Mingyang also walked onto the deck and whispered: "When Ding first arrived at Wangqin Island a hundred years ago, he was as shocked as fellow Taoist Ye."

"Fellow Daoist Ding is not a monk born and raised on Wangqin Island?"

Chen Ping turned his head and asked calmly.

"We, the casual cultivators, have our home all over the world. Wherever is more suitable for cultivation, won't we wander to that place?"

Ding Mingyang pursed his lips, and a deep sadness flashed across his eyes.

Chen Ping smiled and stopped answering.

He only came to Wangqin Island to purchase a batch of resources, and he did not intend to have anything to do with the monks whose origins were unknown.

Ding Mingyang claims to be a casual cultivator on Wangqin Island, but who knows whether he is true or false.

Besides, his attitude was a bit too enthusiastic.

Not to mention that Tang Lilin had given him a piece of information about the Moon Sect at the trade fair organized by Tang Lilin before, but now he took the initiative to approach him, perhaps for another purpose.

However, even though he was just a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, even though he had evil intentions, Chen Ping was not afraid at all.

"Different from the layout of most islands, Wangqin's entire island has a radius of 500 miles and is divided into only two cities."

Ding Mingyang didn't seem to notice Chen Ping's alienation, and still said with a bright smile: "Goddess City under the Goddess Peak, Xianqin City in the Xianqin Hills."

"Among them, the Goddess City is the training area for high-level monks. The two overlords of the island, the Danhui Sect and the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, are based on the Goddess Peak."

"In addition, the three major Yuan Dan forces ranking at the top of the two sects are also within this peak."

"Of course, there are many junior qi practitioners in the Goddess City. They are all core figures from major forces. Fellow Daoist Ye is a monk from an outer island. You must not easily get into disputes with others."

"For foreign foundation builders who arrive at Wangqin Island for the first time, they can directly enter the Goddess City after paying a certain number of spirit stones."

"The Xianqin City below is an area for Qi training, casual cultivation and mortal activities. No fees are required."

"Fellow Daoist Ding."

Chen Ping stretched out his palm to interrupt his words, glanced at him coldly, and said, "Maybe you have something to discuss with Ye?"

"hey-hey."

Ding Mingyang was stunned for a moment, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "Fellow Daoist Ye misunderstood, Ding has no ill intentions."

Then, he cleared his throat and whispered: "Ding bought a hilltop at the foot of Goddess Peak a few years ago, intending to open up a small force for casual cultivators like us to rely on. Brother Ye has a high level of cultivation, and Ding wants to

If I win you over to join, the treatment will definitely satisfy you, but I wonder how it will be with my friendship?"

"Feel sorry."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and refused: "Ye is from a family, not a casual cultivator."

"It doesn't matter, I can hire Brother Ye as the honorary deputy sect leader."

Ding Mingyang said without giving up: "The offerings will be distributed as usual, you can come and go freely, and you can also save a fortune in expensive accommodation in the Goddess City. There are many benefits."

"You got the wrong guy."

Chen Pingping slashed him in the face expressionlessly, and then left the deck with a puff of sleeves.

"hiss……"

Being stared at by him, Ding Mingyang couldn't help but gasp, and an eerie cold feeling slowly rose from his dantian.

…

"Woo"

"Woo"

Finally, after half a quarter of an hour, the Canglang slowly stopped and leaned in front of the ferry at Wangqin Island.

The embankment made of large gray stones on the pier, like a natural promontory, divides the ferry into many docking areas surrounded by stones.

Looking from a distance, in the misty fog, the water on the seaside of the pier shone like a rainbow, and the spiritual boats lay quietly inside.

Near the third-level island Wangqin Island, small spiritual boats are no longer visible, and even medium-sized spiritual boats are very few. The docked ships are mainly large spiritual boats and small spiritual boats.

"Wangqin Island has arrived, all fellow Taoists, please disembark and land on the island as soon as possible."

Suddenly, Qu Moqi's slightly old voice sounded through the Blue Wolf Horn.

In fact, there was no need for him to say more, as the escaping lights from the upper floors of the pagoda cabin had already left the spirit ship and flown towards the Goddess City.

Chen Ping took a closer look and saw that three people including Tang Lilin were also there.

Some of the foundations did not fly directly into the island, but jumped onto the pier. It seemed that it was the first time to visit Wangqin Island, and they were looking around to choose a guide.

There were nearly a thousand guides gathered at the port.

As soon as the Canglang docked, a large group of people immediately rushed in, everyone gearing up and pushing forward as hard as they could.

"Hello seniors, I am Wang Deshun. Eighteen generations of my ancestors have lived in Xianqin City. All the juniors on the island are well aware of it. The seniors only need to pay ten spirit stones a day, and the juniors will be yours!"

"Master Immortals, little Gu Daguang has an elder brother practicing in the Goddess City..."

"Fellow Taoists from outside, don't be fooled by them. I'm cheap, eight spiritual stones a day..."

The quarrel among dozens of guides was very lively and lively.

Chen Ping scanned around and found that these guides included both low-level Qi-training monks and ordinary people with no cultivation experience.

Then, without stopping, he flew towards the Goddess Peak with the escaping light.

Standing hundreds of feet high in the sky, Chen Ping looked down from time to time and saw rows of buildings of different shapes and sizes the size of matchboxes, extending all the way to the ferry, with extremely small gaps between them.

The chessboard is full of stars and dazzling.

It is true that Wangqin Island is a third-level island, but the area is roughly the same as that of Jinrui Island.

However, there are ten times more creatures living on this island than on Jinrui Island, which creates a densely crowded scene.

However, there is only the peripheral Xianqin City at our feet, and the Goddess City where high-level monks live should not have such an exaggerated number of people.

Otherwise, even if Wangqin Island has two third-level spiritual veins, it will not be enough for practitioners to meditate.

After half a stick of incense, until he approached the Goddess Peak, Chen Ping slowed down his speed of escaping light.

Because he was not the only one flying through the clouds in the sky around him.

Several or more than a dozen lights of various colors appeared in all directions, all heading towards the Goddess City.

Chen Ping sighed inwardly, Wangqin Island's prosperity was worthy of its name.

In just this short meeting, there were as many as 20 or 30 foundation-building immortal cultivators flying away from his vicinity.

Among them, there are also several masters of the Dzogchen realm.

The foundation-building monk is an elder-level figure who can dominate the Chen family's sea area.

In Wangqin Island, it seems to be very common.

After continuing to fly forward for more than twenty miles, the light in the sky became even brighter.

There are even groups of spiritual horses and spiritual cattle caravans on the several trails on the ground, dragging long lines and marching slowly.

"The water shadow horse and the wind cow of the earth demon bloodline."

Chen Ping opened his pupils and sighed in surprise.

More than 20 monster beasts with more than 10,000 spirit stones appeared at once, and the ones who controlled the giant beasts were only little guys in the Qi training realm.

It seems that Wangqin Island is far superior to other sea areas in terms of its cultivation environment and level of cultivation.

The cultivation circles of Lanyue Island and Shuangcheng, which are a little more prosperous than it, I wonder what kind of grand situation it will be like.

What's more, the Yuanyan Islands are just a small corner of the eastern part of the Haoyu Sea, collectively known as the Fancang Sea.

The Jade Sea is vast and boundless, and the world outside is even more wonderful.

In short, this is a cultivation world that is not inferior to the Tianyan Continent in the previous life.

"The more prosperous the better, in this way, my journey to enlightenment in the Haoyu Sea will be much smoother."

Chen Ping shook his head. During the operation of the technique, he controlled the speed of light escape and kept it within the reasonable range of a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

There is a Yuandan monk on Wangqin Island, and he wants to avoid exposing magical powers that are different from those of the same level, so as not to cause trouble.

After a hundred breaths of time, Chen Ping arrived at the foot of the Goddess Peak.

I saw a ring of towering stone walls forty feet high, along the ground, surrounding the entire giant peak.

Looking at it from a close distance, the colorful arm-length flying swords are engraved on the stone walls of the city wall. They are so ingenious that they give people the illusion that they have cut the void into pieces and then repaired them in an instant.

"Ten Thousand Swords Pantomb Formation."

Chen Ping's heart trembled suddenly as he recognized the base of the great formation that enveloped the Goddess City.

Ten Thousand Swords Pantomb Formation, a prestigious fourth-level formation.

This formation also has a vivid nickname, "Taotie Swallowing Spirit Formation".

Taotie is one of the ancient giant monsters. It is vicious and greedy and will devour everything. It is said that it must devour hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones in one day before it is satisfied.

It can be seen from this that the Ten Thousand Sword Panzhong Formation consumes resources at a terrifying speed. If it is fully activated for one day, it can bankrupt a small foundation-building family.

Naturally, the power of this formation is considered to be at the top level among all fourth-level formations, and is already approaching the fifth-level formation.

"If you look at the two elixirs of the piano, you can pick them up and embrace the moon. This is true."

Chen Ping grinned and fell from the sky.

The attack of the Ten Thousand Swords Pantomb Formation is so powerful that ordinary Jindan monks can hardly parry it. He broke in without permission and was no different than a moth rushing to the flame.

Under the endless city wall, six identical spacious portals were built within only fifteen miles.

In front of each city gate, there are more than ten monks queuing up.

Chen Ping chose a smaller team, folded his hands on his chest, and waited quietly to enter the city.

…

The night was fading, and the stars in the sky were twinkling with light, echoing the night pearls inlaid every three feet along the street, reflecting the huge Goddess City like daylight.

In Xianwen Inn, at the end of the passage on the top floor, there is a secret room made of thousand-year-old pear wood.

This is one of the three most expensive rooms in the inn.

For each day of stay, a rent of twenty spirit stones will be collected.

In addition to the normal rent, the customer also has to mortgage one thousand spiritual stones to the shopkeeper.

Once a monk damages the decoration and layout of the house, the equivalent amount of spiritual stones will be deducted from the deposit.

"Expensive, really expensive."

Opening the window of the secret room, Chen Ping tried hard to take a breath of the spiritual energy filling the outside world.

Goddess City is the origin of two third-order spiritual veins. Even if Xianwen Inn is only built in the sub-core area of ​​the spiritual veins, the cultivation environment there is much better than that of Fuge Mountain.

If he meditates here for a long time, he can definitely enter the state of Dzogchen two years in advance.

However, the high prices of everything in Goddess City are heartbreaking.

I entered the city before and paid a fee of one hundred spirit stones, and was told by the foundation-building monks guarding the city that I could only stay in the Goddess City for one year.

As for how to judge whether the person entering the city intentionally exceeded the deadline, it is actually very simple.

When entering the city, the Ten Thousand Swords Panzhong Formation intercepted a trace of his mana.

Even Yuandan monks cannot escape the tracking of this formation.

If the one-year period expires and he is still in the Goddess City, he will need to pay three times the amount of spiritual stones.

This Xianwen Inn was also randomly chosen by Chen Ping.

According to the shopkeeper, the quality here can only be considered average.

The best temporary place to stay in the city is the Baodan Cave opened by the Baodan Chamber of Commerce.

It is said that as long as the spiritual stone is in place, Baodan Cave Heaven can provide maids or male servants for the foundation period.

Looking down, in front of the inn is the bustling main street.

Even late at night, there was a lot of traffic, monks were coming and going, and the flow was endless.

In a dozen breaths, some monks passed by on foot, some sat on the shoulders of the golden demon ape, some rode a centipede puppet, and there was even a female monk lying on a huge bright peony. The petals flickered and then moved forward.
Chapter completed!