surnamed Wang

After seeing off Li Fang and Taibai, Wang Dingquan came to the former residence of the Holy Spirit, at the foot of Triangle Mountain.

Hundreds of years ago, Wang Biquan fought with Maoshi and cut the mountain in half. If he had paid careful attention at that time, he would have discovered that there was a crystal coffin hidden ten feet below the break.

Now that Wang Dingquan has cultivated the body of the Holy Spirit, all things in the world are just the combination of Yin and Yang in his eyes. He can find Qingzheng's position with just a thought.

The mountain collapsed without any warning, turning into large bouquets of peach blossoms and scattering in all directions. When the villagers saw this scene from afar, they all stopped to watch this unparalleled spectacle.

A crystal coffin was buried among the mountains of petals. Wang Biangquan stepped forward, raised his hand to brush off the peach blossoms on the coffin lid, and looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin, feeling a little lost for a moment.

Thousands of years ago, Zhou Pan used his life-saving technique "One Breath Survival" on Qing Zheng, who was seriously injured and was about to die. The two used their remaining strength to drive the defeated ancient god into Shura, lock him into a space crack, and restart world and added many laws.

Zhou Pan spent his last breath and fell into reincarnation. Qing Zheng was lucky enough to survive due to the protection of magic, but she also fell into an endless sleep.

As a servant of the Holy Spirit, Mao Shi spent thousands of years trying to awaken his master. Although he never succeeded, he guessed one thing right - Wang Biquan, who had been tortured by him for decades, was indeed the only candidate to save Qing Zheng.

Opening the coffin lid, Wang Biangquan showed a gentle smile on his face, with nostalgia and emotion in his eyes, as if he had finally found something precious after countless years.

"Qingzheng, it's time to wake up."

The man's words seemed to contain magic power. The eyelids of the woman who had been sleeping for thousands of years without any change moved slightly. Wang Biquan smiled even more when he saw this, leaned down and said:

"If you don't get up, I'm going to kiss you."

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes cold. The man straightened up and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, but you are still so indifferent."

"I thought you were going to continue to be a coward and never come out."

The transparent coffin turned into a breath of fresh air and lifted the woman up. Although she said harsh words, she still couldn't help but ask:
"How long can you last?"

"I can't hold on much longer. The limit of being able to see you is already the limit."

"Why not replace him?"

"He has his family, his friends, and I have nothing."

After the man finished speaking, he looked straight at the woman, as if waiting for something, but the other woman was unmoved and said calmly:
"Youran has been waiting for you for thousands of years, why don't you see her?"

"The people she needs are always around, but like you, she chooses to turn a blind eye. In this regard, you are very similar. No wonder you can both cultivate the ruthless way."

As he spoke, he looked at the sky. In a few breaths, the aura on his body quietly changed. Just like ten thousand years ago, the two did not say goodbye, but this time they said goodbye forever.

Even if the woman practices the ruthless way, at this moment, her heart feels like a piece of it has been cut out, and she feels empty.

Wang Biquan turned around with a slightly regretful expression, shook his head and said to himself:

"To be honest, even if I become the Holy Spirit, I still can't guess a woman's heart, and I think it's the same with him."

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards the sky.

……

A few months later, a grand platinum palace was built at the junction of the Yangcang and Sanxian realms.

The shrine was packed with nearly a hundred people, and Wang Biquan and Qing Zheng were seated on two exaggerated seats above the towering steps.

Among the hundreds of people below, there were both ancient gods and monks, and there were also many strange things among them. Everyone knelt down and worshiped, waiting for the Holy Spirit to pronounce the sentence. After hundreds of years, Wang Biquan once again experienced the feeling of dominating the world.

He sat on the large chair and kept tapping the armrest with his fingers. After a long while, he finally said:
"You are the worst class of ancient gods I have ever led."

As if he had found the feeling, Wang Pingquan stood up, and the underworld emerged in the sky, and continued:
"Many ancient gods such as Yiyang, Youkang, and Titu have caused disputes one after another and have refused to change despite repeated admonitions. They should be severely punished. Let's go to the underworld to accompany the black-headed dragon."

More than a dozen ancient gods who were tied up with ropes were thrown into the underworld by strong men. Some asked for mercy, while others cursed, but Youkang pursed his lips and said nothing, looking straight at the young man above.Wang Biquan raised his hand to stop the strong man behind him, "You Kang, it seems you are not convinced?"

"I really don't accept it. Over the past tens of thousands of years, I have done so much. Have you ever been satisfied or given me a good look?"

"That's right. I am not a qualified Holy Spirit and I have neglected to discipline you, so I deserve to go through this reincarnation for ten thousand years. But do you think I am really willing to be so harsh?"

Wang Pingquan said, raised his eyes to look at everyone below, and said slowly:

"I have created so many ancient gods, each of which is unique and unique. I have given you names and responsibilities, hoping that one day you can support the entire ancient god world.

You are very lucky to be born with supreme power. I hope you will make good use of it instead of being pretentious and relying on it to do evil and take pleasure in killing creatures.

To be honest, this Holy Spirit is not only annoying to you, but I have done enough for a long time. Even if there is someone who can compete with me, I will give up my position.

But you haven't succeeded in killing the ghost, and you haven't cultivated the Holy Spirit like Youran. From the beginning to the end, you will just behave like a bunch of children. Even if you can really drive me into eternal damnation, at least you can be ruthless. "

The more Wang Biquan talked, the angrier he became. In the end, he was exuding a terrifying pressure. The newly built shrine hall was trembling, and some of the thick white jade pillars even had cracks.

The Holy Spirit was angry, and no one dared to refute. His tone of hatred seemed to hit everyone's heart. Many ancient gods lowered their heads in guilt. Only Pu Wen, who was familiar with him, had a strange expression on his face. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. .

Wang Biquan glared at the other party vaguely and continued:
"If there is no doubt, just shut up and accept the punishment, Ning Ji. From now on, hell is under your control."

The Empress of Netherworld, who was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, stepped forward to receive the title. Youkang was beaten into silence and allowed the warrior to throw her into the underworld. As for the rebellious Yiyang, she had already been raped and taught a lesson when she was captured. Pause, I am still reflecting at this moment.

The guilty gods accepted the punishments one by one. Wang Pingquan cleared his throat and continued:

"The traitor god who did not participate in the Shura War has completed his ten thousand-year sentence and can be released and return to the throne of god."

The saint's kindness is kind and his words are followed. Regardless of the evil spirits in the space cracks or the ancient gods in the Shura world, the chains around him are shattered and turned into smoke. The originally twisted and weird body returns to its original shape, and finally emits the unique light of the ancient gods.

"The ancient gods such as Bai Hao and Lu Feng have performed meritorious service in protecting the spirits. They were promoted to godhood and given the title of God King, giving them a higher status."

As soon as Wang Pingquan finished speaking, a slightly jumpy female voice sounded from below:

"Isn't this too stingy?"

"Ji Meng, don't mess around." The fertility god next to him said quickly.

Wang Pingquan waved his hand and said with a kind smile:
"Ji Meng, right? Do you have any good suggestions?"

"I heard that there are a lot of fun things in the mortal world. Please allow us to descend to the mortal world."

"If I remember correctly, you were following Yiyang and others to join in the fun before?"

The little girl stuck out her tongue when she heard the words and didn't dare to speak.

Wang Biquan had never been as knowledgeable as the girl. After thinking for a while, he turned to look at the woman on the throne, "This suggestion is not impossible. I wonder what Qingzheng Shengsheng wants?"

"Whatever." The other party was as cold as ever.

"Okay, sure! But you are not allowed to fall in love with a mortal."

"why!?"

Ji Meng, who was still the youngest, spoke with a tone of surprise and reluctance, as if her hidden thoughts had been exposed.

Wang Pingquan had an expression of "I knew it" and began to continue awarding rewards.

... (end of this chapter)