Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 55

Xiao Tianfang looked at the black jade-like copybook that radiated light, and couldn't help but read aloud: "The great chivalrous ones serve the country and the people."

Zhou Yong stroked his beard and said: "What a great man, he is for the country and the people. Brother Xiao, what can I do with this picture."

"Get out, this is Mr. Yan's approval of me, how can I transfer it to others."

After finishing writing, Yan Pingling printed it privately.Xiao Tianfang was afraid that Zhou Yong would snatch it away, so he hurriedly stepped forward to collect the copybook.

"Thank you Mr. for giving me the words."

The words to Zhou Yong are, two sleeves are cool, and a whole body is upright.

"The two sleeves are clean and the whole body is upright. Good words, I like this word."

In addition to the Daxiong Palace, the statutory characters also have a sense of compassion, helping the weak and helping the world.

"Thank you Mr. Yan."

After writing to everyone, Yan Ping took out the storage sachet dropped by the ghost blood corpse.

"Guo Chenghuang, this is the storage bag of the ghost blood corpse, and Zhao Shenyu's storage bag is also in it, I will leave it to you to dispose of."

"Thank you, sir."

Guo Ziyi wasn't hypocritical, although everyone volunteered to help him with punches, but it was worth it anyway.

Especially those martyrs who died in battle.

It's a pity that Guo Ziyi's family property was burned down with the fire of Qingyang Yinsi.

Yan Ping's move was like doing him a big favor.

Zhou Yong, Fafa and others respected him in awe: "Mr. Dayi."

"Tie Mulan, from now on you will follow Guo Chenghuang. After one year, if you succeed in transforming into a catastrophe, come to Qingping Mountain to find me."

"Yes, Master."

"Everyone, I still have something to do, so I will take my leave."

Guo Ziyi and others escorted Yan Ping out of the Water God Temple, and as soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw a Confucian monk running over in a hurry.

"What happened?"

Zhou Yong asked his students.

After receiving the ceremony, the young Confucian cultivator said: "Teacher, seniors, there is a dungeon under the water god's mansion, where tens of thousands of martial arts monks and a small number of strange monsters and dragons are detained. The whole dungeon seems to be an evil formation, and all the detainees are evil It has become a trend of cultivating evil."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Yan Ping.

Guo Ziyi said: "Sir, I'm afraid I will delay you for a while."

"It's okay."

Everyone entered Wenshui and came to the dungeon mentioned by the young Confucian cultivator.

Here, the evil spirit is pervasive, and the water flow near the dungeon presents a miserable gray color.

Through the black and gray evil spirit, one can vaguely see figures, monsters, and dragons tied to the pillars.

Zhou Yong said angrily: "This is the evil formation for refining ghost blood and living corpses!"

"The evil formation set up by ghost blood corpses using their own ghost blood as a guide can refine a large number of ghost blood corpses in just ninety-nine and 81 days."

As the old monk said, he stepped forward, dipped some pale gray water, put it between his nose and sniffed it.

"These people, monsters, and dragons have been sacrificed for 49 days."

The old monk had lingering fears and said, "Fortunately, if we were late or lost in this battle, tens of thousands of subordinates would be trained by that ghost blood living corpse sacrifice, and we would be in trouble."

Guo Ziyi said: "Non-Confucian sages can't defeat the formation of ten thousand evils. Fortunately, we fought this battle in time and won it. Otherwise, there will be another smoke of gunpowder in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the lives will be destroyed."

Zhou Yongdao: "These people, the alien monsters and the flood dragon, their souls have not been corrupted by evil spirits, and there are still some people who can be saved."

He bowed and said, "I implore Mr. Yan to take action."

"Mr. Yan, let me help you."

The old monk took out a lotus lamp and threw it forward. The golden light flashed, and golden lotus seeds flew out of the lamp. In the blink of an eye, golden lotuses swayed all over the pond, and the gray evil spirit in the surrounding water was washed away.

"The world-purifying golden lotus from the Lotus Cave!"

Zhou Yong said with incomparable eyes: "Legal monk, how can you, a monk, have the golden lotus of the Taoist priest of the Lotus Cave?"

Legally raised his eyebrows, "Hey, this is a teacher's apprentice gift from my little apprentice."

Zhou Yong: "..."

Yan Ping was also hot-eyed.

The world-purifying golden lotus purifies all gases and all filth in the world. It is the best magic weapon for monks to practice.

After purifying the water flow around the dungeon, a pool of golden lotus floated towards the dungeon, one by one flew up and landed on the head of the bound person, golden silk threads fell down like willows and pierced into the human body. Wisps of evil spirits were forced out.

"Sir, I will lend you this Haoran gold pen temporarily."

Zhou Yong took out a gold pen made of asparagus bamboo.

Yan Ping did not refuse, and stepped forward with a gold pen.

While exhaling arrogance, he wrote sage articles with a pen.

Yan Ping didn't use cursive script, nor did he write cursive script. Cursive writing is fast, but it's not upright and peaceful enough to bring out the awe-inspiring uprightness and firmness to the extreme.

Whether it is to punish evil or suppress evil, the square and upright regular script font is the most suitable.

Yan Ping writes with ease, every word is square and upright, exuding the brilliance of suet jade, she is like a round beauty.

An hour later, Yan Ping stopped writing when he felt exhausted.

There was a soft white cloud in front of his eyes. Looking closely, the white cloud was composed of densely packed small characters.

Yan Pingning calmed down, breathed out a breath of arrogance, and finally wrote four big characters.

"All evils retreat!"

With a wave of the sleeve, the four big characters are like generals leading a group of small characters to rush towards the black and gray evil in the dungeon.

Wherever he passed, not a single blade of grass grew, and every bit of evil was strangled in the cradle.

Suppressing evil spirits, the characters that are still round and jade-like are attached to the bodies of people, monsters, and dragons, sucking out and purifying the evil spirits in their bodies like a vacuum cleaner.

The legal old monk said with emotion: "I have to admit that you Confucian monks are better at dealing with evil things."

Zhou Yong stroked his beard with a smile and said, "Evil can never prevail against good."

After meditating for a quarter of an hour, Yan Ping got up and continued to write until he had written [-] words before stopping.

Yan Ping handed the Haoran gold pen back to Zhou Yong, and said to Guo Ziyi: "These people, monsters, and dragons have evil spirits entering their bodies, and it will take about three days to completely eradicate the evil spirits in their bodies."

"Sir, you've worked hard. Leave the finishing touches to me and my students."

Zhou Yong made a salute.

The same goes for Guo Ziyi and others.

"The mountains are high and the water is long, and there will be a period in the future."

"Congratulations, sir."

After a stick of incense, Yan Ping returned to the spirit boat with the No. [-] and other sword cultivators.

There was a strong smell of blood on the boat, Yan Ping frowned, and found Sima Qingwei: "Someone is coming from Jianyu Building, you have been seriously injured."

Sima Qing nodded slightly: "Two Nascent Soul Sword Immortals came, and I beat them away. The one with a lower cultivation level was disabled, and the one with a higher cultivation level was seriously injured."

"Thank you for your hard work. You should be useful for this."

Yan Ping took out the demon pill of the old turtle demon and handed it over.

The inner alchemy of the ninth-level demon king consummated the turtle demon.

It was the holy medicine for healing that she urgently needed right now.

Sima Qingwei was not hypocritical, after accepting it, he went to retreat to heal his injuries.

Three days later, Sima Qingwei recovered from his injuries and left the customs.

"Xiaopingzi, come, come, fight me..."

Sima Qingwei suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, staring at the sky, he poured out his fists, shattering the white clouds in a radius of ten miles.

"Ang Ho~~~~~~!"

Amidst the sound of the dragon's chant, a ten thousand-foot black dragon approached in an instant, transformed into a man in black robe, overlooking Yan Ping and the others.

Transforming God True Dragon!

Yan Ping and the others were startled and frightened.

When meeting a real dragon in Jishui, it can only be Jishui Longjun.

Standing beside Jishui Longjun was a pretty little girl in white clothes, staring at Yan Ping unblinkingly with big black and bright eyes.

"Daddy, it's him!"

Sima Qingwei and others subconsciously looked at Yan Ping.

You gentle beast, what did you do to this little dragon girl?The father even came to the door.

Yan Ping looked bewildered.

I, I don't know her!

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