night.

Shen Ping could only say that he understood.

Yunshan swamp.

Shen Ping, who was tired of making talismans, called Yu Yan and Luo Qing to go into the courtyard to enjoy the starry scenery.

Come to the backyard.

He got up and went to the wooden shelf on the second floor to buy some puppet materials, and then returned to Qinghe Lane.

Chunmanyuan Yuanying monk's face changed slightly, "Ancestor Jinyang is too impatient, he actually activated the formation in advance!"

And almost at the same moment.

Yunshanfang.

several years ago.

Farewell to shopkeeper Chen.

Anyway.

However, in just six or seven years, he has grown to be a top-grade Talisman Master at the eighth level of Qi training, and he also obtained the Keqing wooden tablet from Zhenbao Tower.

She still wants to maintain this connection.

"Qingyang City."

Shen Ping smiled lightly and said, "Qinghe Lane is very close to Zhenbao Tower, so naturally we have to walk around more."

Shen Ping pondered.

He simply went to the private room on the second floor to drink Huiling Tea. The quality of the Spiritual Tea prepared by Zhenbao Tower was not low, and he was reluctant to buy it.

Shen Ping and Yu Yan suddenly stood up and watched the blood intertwined into patches and spread rapidly.

"Master Shen Fu has been coming to Zhenbao Tower more and more recently!"

Although he had said that he would leave Yunshanfang on the Zhenbaolou flying boat in a few days, after thinking about it, he decided to go there.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or false."

Luo Qing glanced at Shen Ping and asked, "What is your husband's wish?"

"Grapefruit peach..."

The two fingers Mu Jin stretched out last time expressed this meaning.

Shopkeeper Chen standing next to him was surprised, "Master Shen Fu is leaving so early?"

Yu Yan held up half of her arm to support her cheek and said in memory, "My master told me before that the passing of every meteor means the death of a Nascent Soul in this world."

Shen Ping was shocked. Even the foundations of sects like Chen Shurong were in danger. If he went now, it would be difficult to come back.

Mu Jin came to drink Lingcha again.

As he spoke, he silently made a wish in his heart.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out the messenger talisman to send a message to Shopkeeper Ding.

The third floor.

The Nascent Soul monks from various major sects were still thinking of ways to open the bloody stone door in the depths. After receiving the news from the outside, their expressions changed dramatically.

The Nascent Soul Elder of Rakshasa Demon Valley growled gloomily, "Old thief Jin Yang, you are so cruel!"

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PS: There will be at least three more updates in the evening, all of which are big chapters.
Chapter completed!