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

Chapter 102 The Sword God in White
Is that one small step for you?
With your seven steps, Cao Zhi would have escaped from the city long ago.

I am ashamed to scold you.
He Pingan complained in his heart, but the other party had already lowered his posture and apologized to him. Moreover, Tang Longshan was fighting at this time, so it was difficult to say anything for the time being, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

But I'm already pondering in my heart, it's not rude to come and go, and I'll let you know what social evil is.

At this moment, Lu Wang and Shao Anjing also jumped from a distance and landed in front of He Pingan.

Looking at Wu Fumu, who was trapped in the formation and had already been disfigured, King Lu's heart trembled, and he wanted to speak, but stopped.

"My lord, save me!"

When Wu Fumu saw King Lu coming, he immediately showed joy and asked for help.

When Tang Longshan heard Wu Fumu begging for help from King Lu, his face tightened and he said nothing. He quickly made a formula in his hand, and a faint blue electric light emerged from the clouds.

Wu Fumu couldn't escape from the formation, and with just one blow, she would be easily defeated.

"My lord, save me!"

Wu Fumu's face changed color, begging for mercy repeatedly.

King Lu's complexion changed several times, he sighed softly, and was about to make a move when a thunderbolt sounded, and a faint blue electric light fell on his head, striking at Wu Fumu.

"boom!"

Lightning strikes, splitting the yin energy in the formation in an instant, causing the yin energy in Wu Fumu's ghost body to collapse, and his cultivation is exhausted.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of chanting scriptures, and at the same time, a mysterious and strange pulling force struck in the void, trying to take away Wu Fumu's soul.

'what'

He Ping'an's heart moved, isn't this the soul refining technique of Wanguimen?
Song Qian has already been destroyed by himself, so why does this soul refining technique still exist.

Could it be an elder from Wan Gui Sect?
Or was Song Mian saved by that ghost fairy Song Baihong?

Or is it that the sect master Song Mian is just a puppet, and there are experts behind the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect?

Could it be Song Baihong?

"Where is the evildoer!"

Tang Longshan glared angrily, all the mana in his body gushed out and landed on the four small yellow flags, intending to stop this pulling force.

I saw four small yellow flags standing like pacesetters. A thick khaki-yellow spiritual power emanated from the flags, locking the space inside the yellow flags tightly.

"Stab!"

There was a soft sound of paper being torn, and an obvious crack suddenly appeared on a small yellow flag in the west.

Seeing this, Tang Longshan's heart ached, he squeezed the formula with both hands, and quickly put away the four small yellow flags.

As soon as the small flag was put away, the inexplicable pulling force wrapped Wu Fumu and escaped into the void.

In an instant, it disappeared into the void.

With a flash of inspiration, Tang Longshan's flying boat chased to the west for more than ten miles, and finally heaved a long sigh, turned around and turned back.

It's not that he doesn't want to chase, it's that he can't catch up at all. He chased for more than ten miles, and the inexplicable force has escaped for nearly a hundred miles.

Seeing that Wu Fumu was rescued, King Lu felt relieved. The lives of more than a hundred people were involved. If the Palace of Eternal Life got a confession, he would not be able to take a copy in front of Emperor Jiaming.

The culprit was not caught, Tang Longshan looked gloomy, threw the bodies of Nading Weishan and his wife into the flying boat, and took He Pingan and the two back to Lu County in the flying boat without saying a word.

Lu Wang and Shao Anjing looked around and found nothing unusual, so they also returned to Lu County.

In the void, there are gusts of wind.

But within an hour, that pulling force had already taken Wu Fumu for nearly three thousand miles.

At this moment, in the void in front of him, a white-clothed swordsman with a stern face suddenly flashed out.

"Zheng!"

With a swipe of the sword finger towards the void, a cold white sword light lit up in the night sky, and just one sword cut off the mysterious pulling force.

Wu Fumu's soul fell into the hands of the swordsman in white.

It was the clone left by He Pingan.

Discovering that Wu Fumu's soul had been taken away, the strange force quickly multiplied, and rushed towards He Pingan with overwhelming power, intending to crush him on the spot.

With a thought in He Ping'an's mind, a long black sword flashed out of his hand, called the black sheath.

"cut!"

Following his faint voice, the crow scabbard sword slashed down, but what was slashed was white sword light, and the fierce sword energy directly submerged the strange force and chopped it into pieces.

Another effect of the Longevity Jue that he recently tested is that the seven kinds of spiritual power in the body can be converted into each other. At this time, He Pingan used the Qi of white Gengjin to sharpen the flying sword.

After slicing the alien force, He Ping'an's figure kept moving, and the black light escaped in the night, as if invisible, and flew quickly to the west.

Three hours later, He Pingan flew away with all his strength, and had flown nearly [-] miles, left Zhongzhou, and came to a remote place, but the light did not stop at all.

"Amitabha!"

With the sound of the Buddha's horn sounding from all directions at the same time, a thousand-foot-tall golden Buddha suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. The glazed Buddha's light flowed on the golden body, and the golden golden wheel of merit at the back of the head emitted a golden light, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime. .

A huge golden hand, hundreds of feet tall, descended from the sky, and grabbed the black light.

The black light was not noticed for a while, and was directly caught by the big golden hand.

On the big golden hand, the Buddha's light circulated, and the swastika appeared, directly suppressing the black light in the hand, unable to escape.

Then with a pinch of his big hand, the black light suddenly shattered.

"cut!"

At the same time when the black light shattered, He Ping'an's figure suddenly appeared behind the golden Buddha, his face was extremely indifferent, and the black long sword in his hand grew hundreds of feet according to his intention, and he cut it out with one stroke.

The white sword light was like a torrent of fierce white sword energy, slashing towards the golden Buddha.

"chi chi."

Countless white sword lights slashed on the golden light on the surface of the Golden Buddha, making a chaotic sound, leaving several deep sword marks on the Golden Buddha.

On the golden body, the golden liquid flows, and the golden wheel of merit turns, instantly repairing the sword marks.

He Pingan frowned, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already showing his figure thousands of feet in front of the golden Buddha.

"Who is the benefactor?"

The golden Buddha looked solemn, looking at He Pingan in front of him, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Buddhism was introduced to Daxuan thousands of years ago, and it was separated from the Buddhist realm by the Daxuan government. It was under the jurisdiction of the Daxuan government and worked for the Daxuan government.

It just has the name of Buddhism, but it is not subject to the order of Buddhism.

So a hundred years ago, he was ordered to sneak into the Netherworld and founded the Myriad Ghosts Gate, just to spread Buddhism through the Netherworld to human holy places like Daxuan.

But in the past hundred years, he has never seen a sword cultivator with such strength in Daxuan.

What happened to Daxuan?
First, the martial saint riding a dragon appeared, and almost knocked his puppet sect master, Song Mi, out of his wits.

It is said that Song Baihong, the eldest sister of the ghost fairy, used endless Yin Qi to gather Song Mi's remnant soul, and did not hesitate to expend her original source to bring Song Mi back to life.

Then this white-clothed swordsman appeared again, and his strength was basically on the same line as his own.

This person must not stay.

Otherwise, the grand plan of the Buddha realm will be affected.

With a thought, he sent a piece of news while asking questions.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

He Pingan gently spit out the name of the legendary sword god in white.

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