These valuable things that can be measured by spiritual stones are not as important as one ten thousandth of the gold beads.

Ever since the powerful wizard with colorful gauze appeared, Chen Ping was as anxious as a spark to uncover the secret of the golden beads immediately.

Before, he wandered around the dojo for half a month to buy materials, all because he had restrained himself.

After all, he had just entered the dojo for a day at that time. If he went out immediately, it would send a very strange signal to Yin Xianyi.

Which of the Golden elixir cultivators is not a person who has matured with age and is crystal clear in all directions?

He stayed in Fuyou City for several years and never once opened the golden beads to understand the Taoism. It was simply because he was afraid of the spiritual detection of the golden elixir monks.

Navigating the boat with caution is the principle that Chen Ping has always adhered to.

…

After calmly leaving the city gate, Chen Ping flew overseas.

Seeing that there was no one around, his flight speeded up again, and the same seascape quickly retreated. After more than ten hours, he came to the top of a small island.

This place is already more than fifteen thousand miles away from Fuyou City.

With his spiritual consciousness sweeping around, Chen Ping fled to a small hill that was no more than ten feet high.

After a day's work, the hillock was surrounded by circles of colorful light, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

In a simple cave in the heart of the mountain, Chen Ping closed his eyes tightly, and the light in his hands kept changing.

This set of thousands of colorful arrays is a third-level illusion array he collected in the volcano, which has the effect of blocking the detection of spiritual consciousness.

Even if Yin Xianyi breaks the formation with his own hands, it will still take several breaths of time, which is enough for him to adapt.

The next moment, Chen Ping's eyes suddenly opened and his face quickly darkened.

He clearly remembered that there was mineral essence in the golden bead space. According to usual experience, the soul could come in and out at will.

But just now, he had recited the mantra silently at least a hundred times, but he still couldn't enter the Golden Pearl Space.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping pinched a piece of fourth-grade ore and placed it on his Dantian.

Invalid, Jinzhu did not show up!

Then, there was another piece of fifth-level ore, but it still didn’t work!

Chen Ping began to feel uneasy, and with a backhand shot, he placed the gray conch against his Dantian.

This time the results were still the same.

The golden beads seemed to have escaped from his body long ago. No matter how many methods he used, he could not find any trace of them.

Chen Ping's expression finally became extremely ugly.

This is the second time this situation has occurred in decades.

Back then, Yu Yuanliu offered a fourth-level Mi Yue stone in exchange for his skills.

Jinzhu had no reaction that time, and it was not until several months later that he inexplicably returned to normal.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Chen Ping suddenly had a guess.

Could it be that the golden beads helped him withstand the disaster, thus exhausting his power and needing to recover slowly?

However, this idea is somewhat fanciful.

This time he could understand that the golden beads prevented him from the malicious soul search by the golden elixir monks.

So what was the reason for the first time?

I remember that for more than ten years at that time, he had been refining the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword on Fuge Mountain, and it seemed that he had not encountered any danger to his life.

Chen Ping paced back and forth, racking his brains to recall the whole night.

Fortunately, the monk's memory was extraordinary. After patiently combing through it, he gradually found a clue.

Could it be related to Ding Hongyou and Meng Yan?

Counting several golden elixirs was the only dangerous move he made.

"Senior Jinzhu, if you have any errands, just ask me. I will do my best to help."

Chen Ping clasped his hands together and said with great sincerity.

Previously, the old man in colorful gauze said "my disciple Chen Ping" and was about to announce his name, indicating that Jinzhu obviously had an independent consciousness.

Could it be that the powerful old man who taught the Dharma was the weapon spirit of Jinzhu?

According to common sense, it is indeed possible for such powerful treasures to give birth to weapon spirits.

One breath, five breaths, ten breaths, Chen Ping waited persistently for half an hour, but did not receive any response.

Maybe he is not worthy of communicating with Jinzhu, or maybe he has fallen into a deep sleep and cannot sense the outside world at all?

For a moment, Chen Ping's mind was in chaos, and the feeling of being out of control really made him feel on pins and needles.

To be honest, he sincerely did not want Jin Zhu to have self-awareness.

Chen Ping felt a chill in his neck just thinking about walking around the world of cultivation with a powerful person who had experienced the world and was being monitored at all times.

However, remembering that Jin Zhu had saved him time and time again, his knot in his heart suddenly eased a lot.

Compared to Jinzhu, he is just an ordinary human being.

Even if it has an agenda, since it has chosen him among billions of creatures, he should not complain or be wary.

At least for now, he will regard Jin Zhu as his closest "partner".

"Hey, if you are walking on the edge of a cliff, you will fall into an abyss if you are not careful."

Chen Ping was secretly glad that he did not continue to take advantage of the old man's power to control Yin Xianyi.

Otherwise, without the protection of the golden beads, he will be no different from a flashy embroidered pillow in front of the golden elixir monk.

With an expressionless face, Chen Ping took back the formation flag and drove the spirit ship back to Fuyou City.

…

On the top of a certain hill deep in Landu Ridge.

Three rays of light of various colors flew in from the northwest, and stopped nearby in the blink of an eye. Then the light dimmed, revealing a total of three monks, two men and one woman.

Except for the leader of these people, an old woman in purple robe who is in the late stage of foundation building, the other two male cultivators are in the early stage of foundation building.

Judging from the uniform purple brocade costumes they were wearing, they must be disciples from the same sect.

"Senior Sister Qi, someone has actually arranged a lightning-attribute formation on this mountain, and the little aura it releases makes me, junior brother, frightened. It must be a third-level formation. We should leave immediately and go back to report to our ancestors. He will

Make your choice!"

Behind him, an older male cultivator saw that the old woman was silent and couldn't help but said anxiously.

"The ancestor has just been promoted to Yuandan. I'm afraid he is still consolidating his cultivation and has no time to summon us."
Chapter completed!