The Yuanying monk burned the sky and boiled the sea.

The fourth step of sword energy transformed instantly cleared the surrounding sea area.

The pungent demon blood stained the entire sea surface red.

In the area only thousands of miles away from the beast's lair, Tianshou Island, Chen Ping acted openly and recklessly.

The passing of Gong Lingshan did not make him sad in itself.

What makes him unhappy is that until he came back this time, he still characterized this woman as a follower of others.

The result was that it stung him severely.

With his current magical powers and wealth, helping a Yuan Dan monk who had injured his Daoji to recover or even break through the Golden Dan was just a casual act.

He is also ready to take action to save the Taoist companions he met in his youth.

However, Gong Lingshan stopped this process herself.

She wanted to be free.

From Chen Ping's perspective, he still couldn't figure it out.

He has obviously revealed to this woman that he is now the True Lord of Nascent Soul and controls Yanning City.

In a word, Wan Xiu surrenders, which determines the fate of the cultivation world in Yuanyan Islands.

Based on his understanding of Gong Lingshan, this woman should be eager to wake up and break through, and enjoy singing with the help of his background again.

However, the Taoist monk's calm approach to death after his decision overturned everything he had believed.

When there is hope for the road, I am willing to sit down and die.

There are billions of living beings in the world of cultivation. Chen Ping is not sure whether there are such beings.

But at least Gong Lingshan, who was passionate about power and pursuing profit, shouldn't see it through.

"My great-aunt, she has had a very hard life."

Suddenly remembering Gong Jing's sobs, Chen Ping's throat twitched, feeling secretly guilty.

How tired was she that made Gong Lingshan make such a choice?

Is the end point of spiritual cultivation a true immortal being ruthless?

Chen Ping stood in Xuanhai, his eyes slightly confused and complicated.

Immortality is like a huge, seamless trap.

Even though he was rich in gold, he never dared to set his goal on the other side.

In the end, seizing the day will most likely end in failure.

Recalling the bloody storm along the way, the confusion on Chen Ping's face gradually dissipated.

Sitting and watching time go by, looking away from life, is not suitable for him!

Chen Ping is a layman from head to toe.

Refining stronger magic weapons, killing more powerful enemies, and controlling Wanxiu's life and death, he wants to enjoy the process of seeking the path and satisfy his vanity and desire to win.

"Everything is the Tao, and pure and noble love can become an immortal. Why can't I do the same?"

Chen Ping gave a low smile and stood up suddenly, like a bunch of burning fireworks escaping into the sky.

…

Outside Yanning City, there is a huge ferry.

"The Palace Fairy left it behind, you can take it as you like."

An extremely calm sound enveloped the entire island, and then, tens of thousands of first-, second-, and third-level monster beast corpses were seen falling from the sky.

The city gate opened, and a dense crowd of monks rushed out and stood neatly on the spot.

After tacitly following the man in the sky and bowing his head in silence for sixty breaths, everyone began to distribute the corpses of the monsters in an orderly manner.

The Taoist companion of Zhenjun Yuanyan has passed away.

Until thousands of years later, in the records of various forces of the archipelago's human race, the name of a delicate and gentle person still appeared frequently.

…

"Uncle Wen, I will give you a Qingxuhualu Dan with three patterns from the sect and give it to Gong Jing."

In the meeting hall of Pingyun Station, Chen Ping said in a slow tone.

"Okay, Gong Jing is the only one in the family of fellow Taoist Gong who has the opportunity to condense the seeds of Yuan Dan."

Chen Xiangwen nodded, looking sad.

He didn't have much affection for Gong Lingshan at first.

But hundreds of years of fighting side by side against foreign enemies have greatly changed his impression.

Otherwise, I would not have tried to persuade Chen Ping before.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, fellow Taoist Gong still went.

"No matter how high my cultivation level is, I can't save a person who regards death as a piece of cake."

Chen Ping certainly didn't want to take the blame for being cold and ruthless.

"Don't worry, Ancestor, the Alliance will deal with you harshly."

After thinking for a long time, Chen Xiangwen said firmly.

Chen Ping is currently the faith of the archipelago people.

Anything that might affect our prestige must be eliminated.

…

Chen Ping was delayed for two days by meeting the sect's direct descendants one by one.

Pingyun Sect has been established for so long, and Chen Yongzhi is still one of the most talented and spiritually gifted ones.

His swordsmanship also entered the third step early.

Chen Ping favored this son and taught him several swordsmanship skills.

Whether he can break through the fourth step depends on his own luck.

Jiang Peiling had nothing to say.

This woman was so focused on the road that even the Jiang family ignored her.

"Congratulatory gift?"

Chen Ping lowered his gaze and saw the charming Yang Ziyu, and he immediately felt the urge to crush this person.

"Senior brother, please forgive me. Junior brother is very nervous. The gift of five million low-grade spiritual stones will be paid off in two hundred years."

Yang Ziyu said with a smile.

He had already figured out his senior brother's temperament.

As long as you give benefits, the length of time doesn't matter at all.

Chen Ping listened with a half-smile.

Junior Brother Yang copied this routine over and over again, and it seemed that he wanted to hug him firmly.

Let alone five million, even if there was an additional amount, it would not impress him.

"The alliance's War Supervisory Department is still short of a deacon, so my junior brother is keeping an eye on it for me."

"Blow the hot tea," Chen Ping said calmly.

"Yes, junior brother must be so messed up that the sect's interests will not suffer any loss!"

Yang Ziyu said ecstatically.

"Go down."

Chen Ping waved his hand.

Having an interesting bitch around can also improve your dull mood.

…

The last golden elixir to be seen was Ye Mofan.

Chen Ping became a lot more friendly when getting along with him.

The two met in the Fujiyama Island mine when they were practicing qi.

Belonging to true acquaintances.

Therefore, Chen Ping was full of joy when Ye Mofan broke through the bottleneck and lived for several hundred more years.

Under the catalysis of the spirit wine, Ye Mofan gradually let go of his dignity and had a hearty drink with his ancestor.

This man told about the past and the thrills he had on the ore prospecting road, and Chen Ping listened with interest.
To be continued...