I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 133 They Are My Family!
"The condition for answering the question is equivalent exchange."

"Answer me first, who are you?"

He Pingan frowned, flew up, and instantly reached the level with the dead soul of the Taoist priest.

In his spiritual eyesight, the cultivation level of this Taoist dead soul is a bit weird, it seems to be between a ghost fairy and a first-rank ghost king.

But the strength seems to be much stronger than the clone of Song Baihong I saw.

"This seat is the Nether Ghost Immortal—Yin Chuan Kong!"

The soul of the Taoist priest did not hide it, and replied directly.

"Sure enough, it's from the nether world!"

He Pingan had already guessed in his heart, so he wasn't very surprised, but this Yin Chuankong was clearly not a ghost, but he put gold on his face, probably because he wanted to use the name of a ghost to scare himself away.

What happened to the Netherworld? It's fine that Song Baihong's majestic ghost can break through the barriers between the two worlds and appear in the human world. Why can such a half-step ghost enter the human world?

You know, even though there were wandering ghosts who came to the world in the past, they were all under the cultivation base of ghosts and immortals.

After reaching above the ghosts and immortals, they are bound by the two worlds instead, unable to descend in real body, at most they come from a separate body.

And this Yin Chuankong was able to infiltrate the world with his real body, which is unbelievable.

"You haven't told me yet, how did you find me?"

Yin Chuankong frowned and looked at He Pingan. Behind him was a dark air, covering a radius of a hundred miles, and the entire sky became cloudy.

"because of"

While Yinchuankong was waiting for the answer, He Pingan suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Yinchuankong.

With a punch, the golden light was generous, and immediately tore a crack in the dark clouds that covered the sky, and the golden light burst out.

Feeling the power of He Ping'an's punch, Yin Chuankong had a strange smile on his thin face, and instead of dodging or evading, he went to meet him.

A trace of surprise appeared on He Ping'an's face, and the speed of the punch in his hand was a little faster, and it hit Yin Chuankong's ghost body, but it seemed to hit the air, and he was powerless.

Yin Chuankong held a hundred miles of dark clouds and surrounded He Ping'an in it. Suddenly, ghosts and wolves howled between heaven and earth, and the wind gusts of darkness.

"This trick again!"

He Pingan showed helplessness. These ghost cultivators seem to have this kind of magical power to transform the body into a void, and they always feel that this method can achieve miraculous effects.

"cut!"

He Pingan let out a soft drink, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, a shining small sword came out of his body, and directly slashed towards Yinchuankong, who was hiding in the dark clouds.

This small sword of spiritual consciousness can tell where Yin Chuankong's real soul is hiding, and when the sword is cut out, it immediately leaves a deep scar on Yin Chuankong's soul.

"hiss!"

Yin Chuankong's soul was beheaded, and he let out a cry of pain, and the ghost body immediately fled into the dark clouds, keeping a safe distance from He Pingan.

"That's why I found you!"

He Pingan didn't say it until then.

At the moment Li Yuanming disappeared just now, He Ping'an's spiritual sense was keenly aware of the fluctuation of the soul near Yin Chuankong.

After trying it out, I found Yin Chuankong's problem.

As soon as the words fell, He Pingan transformed himself, activated the Bajiu Xuangong, and immediately turned into a golden giant standing between the sky and the earth.

The golden light radiated from the surface of the body, sweeping away all the dark clouds surrounding it.

Above the sky, it is divided into two colors. On the one hand, the black clouds are rolling and gloomy, and on the other hand, the golden light is generous and mighty.

"Fellow Daoist, we don't have a life-and-death enmity, why don't we let it go, how about it?"

Yin Chuankong saw that He Pingan was not easy to deal with, and intended to shake hands with He Pingan to make peace.

The blow to his consciousness just now was heart-wrenching. Although he was not injured, it also caused a certain psychological shadow on him.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart that his luck was bad. If he was given another three years, he would be able to swallow all the dead souls in Mian County and directly enter the realm of ghosts and immortals.

"Shake hands and make peace, you ask so many dead souls below, will they agree or not!"

He Pingan looked at the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in Mian County below with a stern look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, is it for these ants?"

Yin Chuankong was surprised and said, in his opinion, not to mention the detached powerhouses, even the monks who have reached the third rank feel that they are no longer at the same level as ordinary people of the same race, and how many people will go to war with the same rank for the sake of ordinary human races .

"They are not ants, they are my kin!"

He Pingan said in a serious tone, and then punched out, the power contained in it shook the mountains and shook the mountains, causing tremors in the void.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Well done, since you are here for your fellow clan, let these fellow clans come to meet you!"

Yin Chuankong let out a sly smile, and then saw the dead souls below him, wrapped in dark clouds, soaring into the sky, becoming the ghost soldiers in the front row of Baili Yinyun.

Seeing this, He Pingan frowned, and retracted the blown fist.

Yin Chuankong can actually manipulate these hundreds of thousands of dead souls, which is really a bit troublesome.

"Children, go, go and swallow the flesh and blood of your fellow clan!"

Following Yin Chuankong's order, hundreds of thousands of dead souls rushed towards He Ping'an like ants.

Some dead souls with low strength, who can't even reach the ninth rank of ghost cultivation, were irradiated by the golden light and turned into fly ash before they could reach the golden man transformed by He Pingan.

He Pingan frowned. At this moment, he found that with the disappearance of some dead souls, Yin Chuankong's strength seemed to be stronger.

He can absorb the yin energy of these dead souls!

I am a hot hand to cut off all these dead souls, but to improve Yin Chuankong's cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you just pretend you didn't see it and just leave?"

Yin Chuankong also seemed to see his hesitation, and the ghostly voices bewitched He Pingan to give up.

In fact, if He Pingan really slaughtered these hundreds of thousands of dead souls, he would not dare to devour them all, otherwise the impact of hundreds of thousands of dead souls would make him fall into a deep sleep.

This is also why he has been slowly refining the souls of the dead in Mian County over the years.

The cultivation base has also reached the current half-step ghost immortal from the second-grade ghost cultivation at the very beginning.

"Sprinkle beans into a soldier!"

Just when the soul of the dead was about to rush in front of He Ping'an, with the flash of a hundred golden lights, a hundred warriors in gold armor, yellow scarves, and golden halberds appeared on the field.

Each golden warrior emits streaks of yellow light from his body, each trapping thousands of dead souls.

As soon as these dead souls entered the yellow light, they suddenly fell into a quagmire and struggled.

There is no need for the yellow turban wrestlers to act, just stop these dead souls for a moment.

As long as you don't get close to He Pingan, you won't be able to bother him naturally.

Seeing the golden warrior suddenly appearing on the field, Yin Chuankong froze for a moment, and was about to attack to destroy it, when suddenly he was alerted, and before he had time to think, the ghost's body turned invisible, so he wanted to dodge.

"cut!"

With a stern voice, a crystal clear little sword of spiritual consciousness suddenly appeared near Yin Chuankong's divine soul, and cut it down with one strike.

"what"

Yin Chuankong let out a shrill howl of ghosts and wolves, his soul was in severe pain, and his ghost body appeared.

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