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Chapter One Thousand and Thirty Similar Roads

After more than a month.

Zhang Shiping walked out of the Chaotic Wind Secret Realm and flew down to the Green Fire Valley. He saw Du Yu sitting in a stone pavilion on the mountain. There was also a golden nanmu coffin placed outside the pavilion.

He walked over slowly, put his hand on the coffin lid, then walked into the pavilion without saying a word and sat down.

"Thank you very much."

"No need to be polite."

The two said hello and then fell silent.

for a long time!

"He worked very hard, but he was seriously injured during the qi refining period for his family's Dantian, and it took too long." Zhang Shiping said calmly.

"You have tried your best. Two Zihua Pills are beyond the reach of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators." Du Yu responded.

"It's too late. In fact, I can do more. The Golden Crow Fire Spirit Yun may be able to help him, but I have never tried it!"

These people all have selfish motives, let alone something that is necessary for the cultivation of one's own skills. Without this fire spirit accumulation, the "Liujia True Strategy" would be incomplete from the beginning.

"It's just a possibility. Who can know such a thing? A monk missed an opportunity and fell behind in practice. Many great monks fell before the threshold of becoming a god. This is also a common thing. The impermanence of time makes people grow old, and everything in the past will eventually

Will pass away!" Du Yu poured a glass of wine for the other party and said slowly.

"Yes!" Zhang Shiping sighed and drank all the wine in the glass.

Then he stood up and put away the coffin outside the pavilion, and walked slowly towards the outside of Qinghuo Valley.

At this moment Jiang seems to be waiting outside.

"Let's go."

"Master, don't be sad!"

Hearing this, Zhang Shiping shook his head. He had no idea what sadness was a long time ago. Nowadays, it is just emotion.

A master and a servant are walking in the mountains. Through the overlapping leaves, you can vaguely see the monks' royal weapons passing by in the sky from time to time. The city is still very prosperous, and this world will not stop because of someone's departure.

moment.

No matter Zheng Hengyun or Hong Yue, no matter what happened in life, they will gradually disappear after death. From the body to the soul, from the memories of others to the words engraved on the calligraphy stone, everything will eventually pass away.

After walking forty or fifty miles, at dusk, they reached the hill where the Zhang Family Cemetery is located in the Chongling Mountains.

Zhang Tianwu, Zhang Bixing, Zhang Tianming, Du Mingan, and Xu Su had already been waiting in front of the stone archway that was the only way to climb the mountain and enter the mausoleum.

After meeting the five people, Zhang Shiping nodded and said lightly: "I'm interested."

Then he passed by everyone, climbed the stone steps, and walked all the way to the cemetery, where a new grave was built next to his father Zhang Tongan's grave.

In the past, when Zheng Hengyun came to Zhang Family's Baiyuan Mountain, Zhang Tongan raised and taught him as half son and half apprentice.

Only by treating each other with true love can the other party know that he has a bright future, but when faced with the enemies of the Zhang family coming to his door, he still refuses to give up and fights to the death.

In front of the new grave, a stick of incense was lit and a glass of wine was poured into the grave.

Zhang Shiping turned around and left, leaving only a few juniors to pay their respects here.

At the foot of the mountain, he looked at the afterglow disappearing into the sky and sighed: "We are all walking on a similar road, but we always mistakenly think that we are amazing. Maybe in the end, we are all the same."

After saying that, he transformed into a burst of fire and disappeared in the dusk, leaving only Jiang Si where he was.

"Birth, old age, illness, death, the meeting of resentment and hatred, the separation of love, the five yin raging, and not being able to ask for anything, these are the eight sufferings of life. Those bald donkeys were not wrong." The latter sighed and turned into a gust of yellow wind towards Bi.

Go to Hu Island.

There is a tiger monster that is hundreds of years old, but it is still ignorant and does not know why it is practicing.

Maybe in a few hundred years, it will be able to have a tiger skin as a cushion.

Of course, this is just a joke. Although a big demon that is currently in the middle stage and may be in the late stage in the future is worth a lot of money, Jiang seems to understand the character of this master and will definitely not do this.

In fact, even it itself is not confident that it can stay with its owner for a long time.

After all, it is more than four hundred years older than the latter.

Now Zhang Shiping is more than 840 years old. It seems that in a few decades, after refining the Bifang Mu Lingyun, the later stage will be a matter of course. However, the transformation into a god is a threshold, and countless geniuses have been ruined on it.

Qinghe also became a great monk before he was a thousand years old, but it took more than a thousand years before he took that step.

The two of them are actually pretty much the same, and that's how it should be.

But after transforming into a god, I don't know how much time it will take to find the counter-spiritual passage.

If you are lucky, this kind of thing may only take a few hundred years. If you are not lucky, you may not find it in thousands of years.

It’s not like there are no god-transformation monks who die of old age in the small world!





Two hours later, in the chaotic wind secret realm.

A burst of fire came and transformed into Zhang Shiping. He glanced at the hillside covered with purple grass, and walked into the small courtyard of the hut with an indifferent expression. The door opened amidst the creaking sounds.

Go up and isolate the figure from the outside world.

The river of time flows like water, and the never-ending howling of the wind in this secret realm never stops for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, another sixty years passed quietly.

Thirty years ago, news came from the sect that Bai Yuheng of Shuiyueyuan had died of old age on the vast ancient ocean.

Ao Xun originally wanted to snatch his body, but he was wrapped in the moon and gold wheel and disappeared suddenly.

Not long after, news came out that the new head of Shui Yueyuan was actually Weng Yukun, who had been promoted for less than two hundred years.

Among the five sects, this man was born in the same group as Yi Changqiu, but the former was more than a hundred years older than the latter.

After he took over, he announced that Shuiyueyuan would be closed for three hundred years and would ignore foreign affairs during this period.

After hearing the news, Zhang Shiping was at a critical moment in his practice and had not even stepped out of the secret realm. He only sent Zhang Bixing to bring gifts to congratulate him.

Once this incident was over, he immersed himself in spiritual practice for another thirty years.

At this moment, Zhang Shiping finally refined Bifang Mu Ling Yun, used the Yin Mu Ling Essence to condense a spiritual bone, and used this majestic spiritual opportunity to push his own cultivation from the middle stage to the late stage.

At that time, he was just over 900 years old. When his magic power becomes more powerful in the future, he can already expect to become a great monk.

And just when he completed the second volume of "Liujia True Strategy", the golden light mirror that had not seen any movement for a long time finally had some changes. The god in the mirror released the restriction on the spiritual treasure and accepted a ray of Zhang Shiping's soul.

Branding is a recognition of the master.

And the eight-door golden light array method that comes with the mirror is also manifested from it.

However, Zhang Shiping can still feel the weakness of the gods. This is the suppression of the world beyond the limits set by this world, which prevents the other party from using all its power!

But for him, even if this mirror is far inferior to the spiritual treasures inherited from ancient times by the Five Sects, White Horse Temple, Beiming Xuan Palace and other forces, if the god of the Golden Light Mirror is fully revived, then the other party will have to use the inherited spiritual treasures in his hands.

Also wake up, otherwise in the same realm, this person will definitely die because of this.

As long as there is this method of restraint, it is completely sufficient.
Chapter completed!
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