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Chapter 135 Do whatever you want (please subscribe)

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qing appeared in front of He Pingan with an old Taoist who looked like he might be knocked down at any time.

"Senior, near Mian County, within a hundred miles around, there is no grass growing. This junior hurried to Lin County to find such a Taoist cultivator."

Yang Qing said with some embarrassment: "However, only the eighth-rank cultivation base"

It was the first time Senior Martial Saint arranged a task for himself, and he did it like this. He really felt a little ashamed to face others.

"It's okay."

He Pingan waved his hand, and took a look at the old Taoist in front of him. The spiritual light in his body was weak, and the spiritual energy was weak, which was obviously at the end of his strength.

If there is no chance, within three to five years, the life essence will definitely be exhausted.

"Don't know what to call your friend?"

He Pingan raised his hand and made a bow, and asked.

The old Taoist gave He Pingan a look with his dim old eyes. On the way here, Yang Qing had already told him that this sloppy Taoist had an unusual status, so he tremblingly said: "Junior Yuanshou, pay my respects to Senior."

As he said that, he was about to bow down, but He Pingan quickly waved his hands to help him up, don't bow down like this, you twisted your old waist, it would be more troublesome.

"On the way here, Master Yang has already told me everything, the junior will definitely cooperate with the senior with all his strength."

"It's just these hundreds of thousands of dead souls. Forgive me, even a first-rank Taoist cultivator may take a month to fully recover."

"Cough cough!"

After saying these words, Yuanshou coughed violently.

He Pingan nodded and said: "I understand this, you just need to do your best, and I will do the rest."

He is naturally aware of this situation, if there is no other external force to intervene, even if this old man's life essence is exhausted, even these hundreds of thousands of dead souls will not be able to save them.

"Yes, the junior understands."

Seeing that He Ping'an seemed to have a plan in mind, Yuanshou old Taoist said no more, the pure Taoist magic power surged in his body, and then he began to chant: "The Supreme Commander, surpassing your lonely soul"

As his voice fell, a mysterious and incomparable aura was generated in Mianxian County. Under the ground, there seemed to be an ancient gate that opened quietly.

The ancient gate is as wide as the universe, and the ancient meaning is boundless. There are some strange patterns engraved on it, giving people a sense of eerie horror.

Yuanshou Taoist's complexion changed, he had never seen such a miraculous effect when he recited this mantra before.

Only then did he suddenly feel that, at some point, a warm palm had been attached to his back, and the pure Taoist magic power was continuously transmitted from the palm to his dantian, an unprecedented A sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart.

This mana power, like the abyss like the sea, seemed endless, so powerful that it was unimaginable. Yuanshou Laodao never thought that there could be so much mana in his body.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a faint voice suddenly came from his mind: "Be careful and keep reading."

Yuanshou old Taoist's heart shuddered, and he continued to recite the mantra of passing away.

The ancient gate under the ground opened instantly, and endless Yin Qi gushed out from the gate. If you use the technique of spiritual eyes, you can see endless grievances wailing above the gate, trying to break free.

After only one breath, the jet turned into an indescribably powerful suction. Even though the monks present were still some distance away, they also felt unstable, as if they were going to get out of their bodies.

Yang Qing and the others quickly stabilized their minds before resisting the strange suction.

"blow"

The strange suction swept out towards hundreds of thousands of dead souls, and it was about to bring these dead souls into the nether world.

At this moment, above the hundreds of thousands of dead souls, an invisible blood line suddenly emerged from the ghost body, and it was closely connected with the fragments of ancient books that He Ping'an had kept in his sleeves.

Even this strange suction is so powerful that it can't tear off the blood thread. Instead, it attracts hundreds of thousands of dead souls to cry and howl, and the pain of the soul and body pulling is painful.

"Jiejiejie three crazy Taoists, even if you defeat me, these hundreds of thousands of dead souls will still be mine."

"You can kill them, but it's impossible to let their souls return to the underworld."

Among the ancient books, Yin Chuankong's triumphant laughter came.

"is it?"

He Pingan smiled faintly, and the Heavenly Demon Transforming Blood Sword emerged in his hand, the blood-colored blade as thin as a cicada's wings flashed with blood, and at some point, he had already slashed down, cutting towards the hundreds of thousands of invisible blood lines.

"It's useless, this invisible blood line has been locked tightly by human script, even a true immortal can't cut through this blood line."

Yin Chuankong's triumphant laughter came out again, but was interrupted immediately.

"Zheng!"

There was a slight sound of the knife, and the invisible blood line that Yin Chuankong said was absolutely unbreakable was cut off tens of thousands by the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Sword.

Losing the traction of the invisible blood line, these tens of thousands of dead souls were immediately sucked into the nether world.

"clank."

More than ten consecutive saber sounds sounded, and all the invisible blood lines pulling hundreds of thousands of dead souls were cut off, and all the dead souls fell into the netherworld.

When hundreds of thousands of dead souls fell into the nether world, they still didn't forget to turn their heads and pay homage to He Ping'an and Yuan Shou.

I don't know if it's He Ping'an's hallucination or what, but I always feel light on my body, as if something is blessed above my soul.

Some truths that I couldn't figure out before seemed to suddenly become clear at this time.

As all the dead souls fell into the netherworld, He Pingan withdrew his palm, Yuanshou Laodao suddenly felt empty and weak in his body, and he no longer had the feeling of being powerful and incomparable before.

"Yuan Shou Yuan Shou, I really shouldn't die"

He Pingan smiled and looked at the old Taoist Yuanshou, and nodded slightly to him.

Old Daoist Yuanshou was still wondering why He Pingan said that, when Yang Qing came over and said, "Old Daoist Yuanshou, you haven't thanked Senior Martial Saint yet."

Hearing this, Yuanshou Laodao's heart moved, and he looked at some of his hands, and found that the dry and old palms had clear lines at this time, and there was even a little luster on the palms.

In Yang Qing's eyes, Hua's hair turned black, and his trembling body was full of strength. He was obviously decades younger, and looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

This is me. Yuanshou old Taoist suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned his head and bowed: "Thank you for your kindness and virtue, senior, this junior Yuanshou will never forget it."

"It's okay, if you do more good deeds in the future, you will be blessed!"

He Pingan waved his hand to Yuanshou Laodao, and then flew towards Hanning County.

Yuanshou Laodao became dozens of years younger in an instant. On the one hand, it was because He Ping'an's mana remained in his body for a period of time, even if only a trace remained, it was infinitely beneficial to Yuanshou Laodao.

In addition, the merits of saving hundreds of thousands of dead souls are immeasurable, even if most of them fall on He Ping'an, or a little fall on Yuanshou Laodao, they will be subtle and have immeasurable benefits to Yuanshou Laodao.

He Ping'an estimated that if all goes well in Yuanshou Taoism, he will at least be able to cultivate to the fourth rank of Taoism in the future.

A coincidence, nothing more than this.

An hour later, the Hanning County prefecture.

He Ping'an's body was blurred, sitting cross-legged above the yamen.

Below the yamen, Yang Qing and Liu Yue'e were sitting at the head, ordering the prefect of Hanning County to gather all the officials of Hanning County into the yamen.

The prefect of Hanning County felt a little uneasy. Although he was under pressure, he acted both hard and soft, and refused to implement it.

Just after the two of them explained that this was the order of the Martial Saint, the prefect of Hanning County remained the same, and said with a straight neck: "Your cultivation base is great!"

Here, before Yang Qing could speak, Liu Yue'e was furious, her brows stood on end, her true energy surged, and she struck out suddenly.

The martial arts second-grade cultivation base came out through the body, and the martial arts will smashed mountains and broken rocks, and easily scattered the righteousness of the Hanning County prefect's bodyguard.

Liu Yue'e then raised her palm falsely, snatching the official seal carried by the prefect of Hanning County into her hand like a bag.

By the way, he gave the prefect of Hanning County a punch, which hit the bridge of the nose directly, and scarlet nosebleeds flowed out immediately.

After getting the official seal, Liu Yue'e threw the big seal to Yang Qing and asked him to summon all the officials in Hanning County to gather at the Yamen of Hanning County in half an hour.

Otherwise, kill without mercy.

After doing all this, Liu Yue'e cast a sideways glance at the trembling prefect of Hanning County, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry, I have a high cultivation level, and I can really do whatever I want!"

(End of this chapter)