However, the divine sense of 5,000 zhang only means that he can compete with the monks of the early Yuan Dan in terms of quantity.

Once he was enveloped by the Dan Domain, his divine soul would collapse like an iceberg, and he would be defeated in an instant.

To put it bluntly, even if Chen Ping encounters the weakest Yuan Dan monk now, there is only one way to escape.

Unless you take out the golden-veined magic leaf that records the third layer of the Taiyiyan Divine Method, and learn the method of attacking the divine soul of the upper level of the Heavenly Grade, you can match the coercion of the Dan Domain head-on.

However, high-grade ores are materials for refining Dao weapons, psychic Dao weapons, and even spiritual treasures, and it is indeed extremely rare to see them in ordinary times.

"Well, is it really a sacrifice?"

Chen Ping's brows furrowed, and he saw a gray conch floating three inches in front of his chest, quietly levitating.

The outer edge of the inner hole of the conch was covered with an extremely powerful layer of divine sense defense prohibition, and Rao couldn't penetrate it with his current strength.

However, this conch can trigger a violent reaction of the gold bead.

Compared with the ice smoky stone, the vibration brought by the red rainbow heart stone is like the difference between warm water and boiling water.

Chen Ping had a faint hunch that sacrificing the gray conch would most likely be exchanged for the third layer of the Taiyi Yan Divine Method.

"I don't know if the gold bead covets the conch itself, or the treasure in its inner hole."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a deep groan appeared on his face.

The divine soul defense ban on the conch, Chen Ping felt that it was not arranged by the Terran overhaul.

Because that divine consciousness was even denser, every inch was exuding a fierce coldness, and there seemed to be wisps of strange energy mixed in between.

He couldn't tell where this energy was coming from.

If he's right, the Grey Conch is a Space Treasure similar to a Storage Ring.

Of course, the level must be much higher than the storage ring.

"The alien storage magic weapon contains a few high-grade ores, which is why the gold beads are revealed."

Chen Ping's eyes were burning, and he sketched out a most realistic answer in his heart.

If the conch is really a magic weapon for storage, he must not be in a hurry for a while, lest he be indiscriminately melted by the gold beads, and it will be a loss of money.

However, if the pressure given by Jin Zhaoheng and the Shattered Star Gate is too great, he will definitely not hesitate to sacrifice the gray conch to Jin Zhu, and increase his huge strength in a short period of time to compete with him.

……

Out of the City of Goddesses, Chen Ping identified the direction and flew to the southeast.

It is where the city of Wangqin Island is located.

The cultivation world divides the Fang City into four levels: primary, intermediate, advanced, and top-level.

And Wangqinfang City is a very famous intermediate market, which is much more prosperous than the Fang City in Haichang Island and Jinrui Island.

Looking at the endless sea ruled by the Lanyue Sect, only Lanyuefang City can match it.

Due to the rich and diverse resources of the elixirs produced by the two major Dan sects, Wangqin Daofang City was even more popular, attracting tens of thousands of miles of scattered cultivation and cultivation forces in the vicinity.

It is rumored that even the Three Peerless Halls of the Jindan Sect, which is good friends with the Lanyue Sect, will send disciples here every few years to purchase in large quantities.

Wangqin Daofang City was built in a valley between the Goddess City and Xianqin City.

Chen Ping flew for a quarter of an hour and arrived at his destination.

Landing at the entrance to the valley, he cautiously walked forward.

According to the general rules of the cultivation world, flying is not allowed in the Intermediate Fang City and the surrounding five miles.

Otherwise, it will be treated as a malicious hostile cultivator.

There is only one entrance to the market that is three zhang wide.

The monks who entered the valley lined up in a long line, patiently waiting for the inspection.

On the hillside next to her, there was a red-robed Taoist aunt with an average appearance but a cold expression.

As soon as she saw a newcomer lining up to enter the valley, she immediately divided a trace of her sense and came towards Chen Ping.

"Chu Bingniang, an early stage monk of the Yuan Dan Realm."

Chen Ping remembered the records in the century-old literature.

This woman is one of the ancestors of Caiweimen, and her status is noble.

And she appeared at the entrance of Fang City, presumably on a mission.

There are a total of six immortal cultivation forces that have invested in Wangqin Daofang City.

Including the Lanyue Sect, and the five Yuan Dan forces of the Goddess City.

In addition to the Lanyue Sect, the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, the Danhui Sect and other five families have to send two Yuan Dan monks to sit in Wangqin Daofang City one mile and one away, and each round will serve for ten years.

Chen Ping respectfully hugged his fist at Chu Bingniang, and then generously let her check.

This woman's divine sense is only a few hundred zhang higher than him, and she can't see through the camouflage of Ziwei's breathing technique and face changing technique.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Bingniang withdrew her divine sense and turned her scrutinizing gaze elsewhere.

"Hey, hey."

Chen Ping was silent all the way, and after paying the entrance fee of ten spirit stones, he successfully passed the interrogation of several people of the same level outside the valley.

As soon as I walked a few steps inside, I met many monks passing by in a hurry, among which most of them were juniors who practiced qi, and occasionally there were one or two foundation building monks.

After a little further walking, at the end of the line of sight, a complex of tall and low buildings finally appeared.

Wangqinfang City is huge in scale and is divided into two districts, east and west.

The eastern area is full of splendid pavilion shops.

If you can occupy a store in the East District, it is enough to prove that the capital and connections are extremely strong.

According to Chen Ping's understanding, an ordinary shop with a radius of fifty zhang in the eastern district is sold for more than 100,000 spirit stones, and the price will be doubled several times in an excellent location.

Moreover, financial resources alone are far from enough, and without a hard background, wanting to keep the industry in the valley is tantamount to a child holding money to go to the city.

Compared with the noble and elegant East District, the West District Fang City is much more ordinary and close to the people.

There are thousands of stalls of scattered people.

After paying a rent to Fang City, any cultivator who cultivates can sell items in the West District.

Before the fork of the two areas, Chen Ping did not pause and ran straight towards the bustling East District.

The items he wants to buy are of good quality, so it's better not to waste time in the West End.

……

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Chen Ping walked unhurriedly on the street, looking around.

There are thousands of shops in the East District, along a clear river that winds for dozens of miles, and it is distributed on the left and right, which is quite distinctive.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to take a boat tour? Ten spirit stones can be walked from the street to the end of the street. ”

By the river, there are dense boats of magic vessels.

Driving one of the purple bamboo rafts was a handsome and mighty young man in white, who raised his arm and shouted loudly at Chen Ping, who rushed in.

Yu Guang glanced at him, and then his figure flickered, and Chen Ping was already sitting on the bamboo raft.

"Tsukiki senior!"

The young man in white's eyes lit up, and his expression became respectful.

"Send me to the Moon Pavilion."

Chen Ping didn't bother to pay attention to his mental activities, and said expressionlessly.

"Okay."

The young man in white nodded in agreement, pinched the trick with both hands, and the bamboo raft flowed down the river to the depths.

"Are you a member of the Danhui Sect?"

Chen Ping glanced at the elixir pattern tattooed on his cuffs and asked lightly.

The symbol of the Danhui Sect has a very deep meaning, which is a red four-pattern clear void leakage pill.

In the history of this sect, there was an extremely talented alchemy wizard.

That senior had just been in contact with Dan Dao for thirty years, and he had become an alchemy master who could refine the Zhuji Dan.

Then, when he was one hundred and twenty years old, he even refined a furnace of Clear Void Leakage Pill by himself.

The pinnacle of his life's Dan technique was to release a four-pattern Clear Void Leakage Pill.

Since then, that senior has been named "Wangqin Dansheng".

In order to cherish the memory of Dan Sheng, the descendants of the Danhui Sect changed the pattern of the sect and replaced it with the four-pattern Clear Void Leakage Pill that it refined.