Chapter 86 of the main text of the True Immortal Haoyu: The pile of magic weapons collected by Tao Tianqi, the concubine of the Great Dao, also contained two small pure blue beads.

"Image beads."

Chen Ping took a photo and took a look. He couldn't be more familiar with this thing.

暫欝暓. Photo beads are a kind of rare treasure.

Its function is to record a period of images and sounds, lasting about half an hour.

It has a wide range of uses.

Before passing away, many monks will use photo beads to record their cultivation experiences.

Selling a copy of the exercise can often add a lot of value if it comes with a photo recorded by a senior.

Because the images are much more vivid than the rigid textual descriptions in the jade slips.

Of course, the image beads have this special effect and are not cheap. One piece costs about two thousand spiritual stones.

These two photo beads are still brand new.

He planned to store it first so as not to use it.

"Well, this is it?"

In a corner, Chen Ping saw a bright and flawless jade plate.

No, to be precise, it should be half a piece.

This plate is crystal clear and exudes a faint glow like moonlight.

However, the jade plate seemed to be split in the middle, and the other side was missing.

Chen Ping's mind moved and he took the jade plate to the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, an additional piece of information came to mind.

"The inheritance of the mantle left by the Golden elixir monk?"

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, looking extremely interested.

The information transmitted from the jade plate was not complicated. It only briefly introduced the life of the owner of the object, ancestor Hongyun, and a map.

This big man actually needs no introduction, Chen Ping also knows a lot about him.

Because his name is so well known in the Yuanyan Islands cultivation world.

Master Hongyun, a famous high-level power from 1,500 years ago.

He cultivated to the perfection of the golden elixir throughout his life, and his magical powers shook hundreds of thousands of miles of sea nearby.

His starting point was not very high, he was originally just an ordinary disciple of a small Yuan Dan Sect.

In the second year after he broke the foundation, the sect suffered a disaster. From the Yuan Dan ancestor to the Qi training disciples, they were almost wiped out.

Only Hongyun and a few foundation-building deacons escaped.

Later, Master Hongyun had another chance and cultivated all the way to the Golden Elixir realm, whereupon he wiped out all his enemies.

Master Hongyun, who was accustomed to wandering around, did not rebuild his sect, but chose to become a free and independent practitioner.

Hongyun Zhenren was also nicknamed "the great bastard" by later generations.

Why does it have this alias?

Hongyun only had a middle-grade spiritual root, but after building the foundation, he gained momentum and advanced to a higher level every hundred years, and soon became the ancestor of the golden elixir respected by thousands of cultivators.

This is all due to his extraordinary luck, which is unmatched by others.

In his life, he found more than a dozen treasures left by powerful predecessors, and various small opportunities came one after another.

There are rumors from the outside world that the ancestor of Hongyun is either encountering an opportunity or on the way to encounter an opportunity.

As for comparing him to "the great concubine", he is not as good as the "great legitimate son", because he eventually stopped at the realm of the golden elixir, enjoyed it for thousands of years, and then passed away.

The cave where Master Hongyun lives has always been a mystery.

Countless descendants searched for clues throughout the Yuanyan Islands, but to no avail.

Tao Tianqi and Master Mingxi actually found the residence of Master Hongyun, but I don't know how credible it is.

According to the description in the jade plate, Master Hongyun left eight other mansions in total.

Each palace contains a rare treasure, as well as this jade plate.

The complete jade plate records the exact location of Zuihua Cave.

Unfortunately, there is a high probability that the other half of the jade plate will fall into the hands of Master Mingxi.

"I think the secret treasure of Beppu is also at Mingxi Old Road."

Chen Ping's eyes burst out with a cold and harsh light.

According to Yao Yueshang, she carried Tao Tianqi on her back and fled away that day. After a while, Master Mingxi also flew out of the sea.

His injuries were equally serious, not far behind Tao Tianqi's.

After seeing Yao Yueshang, Master Mingxi fled in the opposite direction.

After getting Beppu's secret treasure and half a jade plate, I guess that guy wouldn't be stupid enough to return to his lair to recuperate.

The Yuanyan Archipelago is so vast that it will be impossible to find out for a while.

Putting this matter down, Chen Ping began to count the gains from this battle.

Yao Yueshang's most valuable items are two top-quality magic weapons, and the other bits and pieces add up to about 10,000 spiritual stones.

As Tao Tianqigui was a master of foundation building, his net worth was much richer.

Including talismans, ores, spiritual herbs, storage rings and other miscellaneous items, the total value is as high as 50,000 spiritual stones.

It seems that Tao Tianqi has been the deputy leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance for decades and has made a lot of money.

Of course, the price Chen Ping paid was particularly heavy.

Even if the Earth Flame Sword is destroyed, the three years of life and ten drops of blood consumed by the Demonic Blood Explosion Technique cannot be recovered with just a few spirit stones.

But he didn't have any regrets either.

Yao Yueshang had evil intentions and sprinkled soul-breaking powder on him. For this reason alone, Chen Ping would not let his master and apprentice go.

Secondly, a foundation-building monk was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced. This opportunity was once in a lifetime.

The only surprise was that Tao Tianqi's magical power was much better than he expected.

Cultivation of immortality is contrary to nature and is inherently cruel and realistic.

If one day Chen Ping falls into the hands of someone powerful, there will be nothing sad or sad about it.

If skills are inferior to people, there will never be equality.

…

Ten days later.

During this period, Chen Ping briefly refined the Nanli Wheel and the Nawu Stone Ring, which allowed him to exert 50% of their power for the time being.

Spiritual weapons can be different from magic weapons.

It takes at least several months for a foundation-building monk to perform his first sacrifice.

Hengshan Island lacks spiritual energy and can only stop here.

The subsequent refining took too long, so I had to wait until I went to Jinrui Island to figure it out slowly.

Since the Nanli Wheel is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, Chen Ping can only use one strike, which will consume all his spiritual power.

The black stone ring can be activated about twice.

But this is already outrageous.

After all, spiritual weapons have always been exclusive to foundation-building monks.

Chen Ping's magical power is strong, especially the power of his soul, which is comparable to that of foundation building. Only in this way can he barely control the spiritual weapon.

Otherwise, this first level of sacrificial training would have blocked 99% of the Qi practicing monks.

After applying a dust removal technique, Chen Ping changed into a clean blue Taoist robe.

Then with a flash of thought, the ring originally worn on the index finger of his left hand slowly disappeared.

"Shading technique" is a small function of the storage ring.

Generally, people whose spiritual power is lower than his are unable to see the true form of the storage ring.

"Bang!"

Chen Ping tore open the bark of the tree with one palm and jumped out of the hole.

Grab, grab, grab. At a height of more than ten feet, the green shadows intertwined and landed steadily.

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard some noise.

When he focused his gaze, he saw a few miles away, more than a dozen strong men holding iron forks, running towards them like crazy.
To be continued...