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

Chapter 178 Three Bows

The two gatekeepers died, and the mana of the three mad Taoists was swept away, and the two corpses were instantly wiped out, and there was no trace of the two of them anymore.

Until then, the three crazy Taoists glanced at the snow valley, on the hard black rock, and Taizu used his finger to write the three big characters that are three points into the stone: Heroic Soul Valley!
The three big characters were stained red with the blood of the alien race in Beimang. After thousands of years, they still haven't faded.

He Pingan looked at the book written by Taizu himself, and it seemed that Taizu Daxuan was indignant at the death of thousands of people in the Xuanjia Army. Write these three big characters on the rock.

Every stroke contains Taizu's grief for the Xuanjia Army.

With one stroke and one stroke, it fully shows the true meaning of Daxuan Taizu's majestic martial arts.

He Pingan stood under the Valley of Heroic Souls, not moving for a long time, and seemed to share the same feeling as Taizu Daxuan.

After a long time, He Pingan stretched out his right hand, and according to Taizu's book, slowly wrote the three characters "Heroic Soul Valley" in the void with the index finger of his right hand.

Above the fingertips, golden light shone, and unconsciously, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu began to operate automatically.

Where the sword pointed flickered, the golden light was extremely sharp, and the void seemed to be torn apart.

After finishing writing, He Pingan stood at the mouth of the valley and bowed deeply three times to the words "Heroic Soul Valley".

There are deep meanings in these three bows.

The first bow is to bow to the souls of the dead in the Valley of Heroic Souls.

The second bow is to bow to Taizu Daxuan who opened up a holy land for the human race.

The third bow represents He Pingan, who is going to kill today
After bowing, He Pingan's figure flashed, and he walked towards the garrison camp in the Valley of Heroic Souls.

The Valley of Heroic Souls has been listed as a forbidden area since the Taizu, and a garrison camp of one hundred people has been stationed here for a long time.

But for a long time, in the garrison camp, the howling sound continued, until half an hour later, the sound stopped abruptly.

In the garrison camp at this time, the soldiers at this time fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, and the blood rushed out like bright red rivers, melting the deep snow on the ground, and was frozen into black blood clots again.

In the garrison camp of hundreds of people, only three figures are still standing here.

One of them was the three crazy Taoists transformed by He Pingan.

There was another person, Tan Shoubei, the garrison master of the Heroic Soul Valley garrison camp. It was seen that his skin was not intact, but he was forcibly suspended in mid-air by a powerful force.

Surrounded by a golden knife light, it kept slashing across his body, and every time it was slashed, it brought a deep scar.

"Please, please give me a good time!"

At this time, Tan Shoubei's blood was almost drained, but he was hanged by He Ping'an's magic power. Not only could he not die, but he was even conscious.

Every time the light of the knife flashed, he could feel the pain.

"Impossible, the agreed [-] knives can't be less than a single knives."

A rare cruel smile appeared on He Ping'an's face, and then his men showed no mercy, and the knife light flashed again, bringing another bloody light.

Next to the two of them was a thin figure, dressed in the uniform of a garrison soldier. His young face was covered with scars. Seeing He Pingan Lingchi guarding the adults, there was no pity on his face, and even a little pleasure.

Three hours later, the sky gradually turned dark, and He Ping'an finally finished the [-] knife cut, but with the support of his mana, Tan Shoubei still did not die.

"Ten thousand and one"

He Pingan counted out softly, but Tan Shoubei, who thought it was finally over, felt a sense of despair in his heart.

A full [-] knives, even if there is no bloodshed, the severe pain of the [-] knives alone has already made his soul almost numb.

Another hour later, He Ping'an's heart moved. He felt someone coming from outside the Heroic Soul Valley, and his mana was withdrawn. Tan Shoubei suddenly lost all life and died.

Then the magic power surged, and the illusion was activated, wrapping the entire garrison camp in it, and immediately the entire Vale of Heroic Souls returned to its previous appearance.

"You come with me first!"

He Pingan gave instructions to the thin young man.

Then He Ping'an turned around, and under the dumbfounded eyes of the young man, he turned into the dead Tan Shoubei.

After everything was ready, He Pingan took the young man out of the valley.

"whoosh"

It took only a cup of tea, and the sound of breaking through the air came, He Pingan and the two looked far away, and saw a yellow light flying from the sky, the light gradually grew larger, and turned into a spirit boat more than three feet long.

The front is sharp and the back is round, which is the shape of the spirit boat commonly used in the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Haha, Tan Shoubei is really punctual!"

Before the spirit boat came to a complete stop, a hearty voice came from inside the spirit boat.

Then only two sounds of "shua shua" were heard, and two figures jumped out of the spirit boat.

First, a middle-aged man with strong muscles and a square face, dressed in the costumes of the Hundred Households of the Palace of Longevity, with a fifth-rank martial arts cultivation.

Behind him is a gray-haired old Taoist, dressed in a clean gossip Taoist robe, with a sixth-rank Taoism cultivation base.

"Knowing that Duan Baihu and Ding Xianshi are coming, I have been waiting outside the valley for a long time!"

He Ping'an was full of spring breeze, and led the young soldiers to meet him.

At this time, the young soldier had changed his appearance, turning into a soldier who often followed Tan Shoubei.

"Tan Shoubei is too polite, haha, let's go."

Duan Baihu smiled heartily, then walked towards the Valley of Heroic Souls, before entering the gate, he glanced at the two soldiers guarding the gate,

I was a little surprised in my heart, the gatekeeper soldier stood staggeringly.

Now the two gatekeepers stood as straight as javelins.

But he was just a little puzzled in his heart, and didn't say it out.

"No hurry, have the two adults brought the panacea?"

He Pingan smiled and asked seemingly casually.

The two soldiers guarding the gate were transformed from the yellow scarf fighters he summoned with Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers, and their natural energy and spirit were incomparable.

He also wanted to make the two yellow turban warriors look more similar, but unfortunately these yellow turban warriors really couldn't carry out such complicated orders.

"Ah ha ha!"

Ding Xianshi patted his forehead, took out a white jade bottle from his bosom and offered it, and then said with a smile: "If Tan Shoubei didn't remind me, I would have forgotten it. My memory makes me confused."

He Pingan chuckled twice, but his face remained unchanged. He put the white jade bottle in his arms, and led the three of them along a snow-covered cobblestone path to the depths of the Valley of Heroic Souls.

At this time, it was Haishi, and it was pitch black as far as the eye could see, with gusts of wind blowing around, and occasionally the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, if ordinary people were here, they would be scared to death.

Fortunately, the four of them have achieved success in cultivation, and they can already see things at night, and their cultivation and courage are extraordinary, so they don't have much fear.

There was silence all around, only the four people stepped on the snow, making a soft "rustle".

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the four of them came to the depths of the valley, and a faint blue light curtain in front of them blocked the progress of the four of them.

"It's here."

He Pingan stopped and spoke.

Hearing his order, the other three people stopped in their tracks, and then Duan Baihu said: "It's as agreed before, Tan Shou prepares a large formation to send out a hundred souls, and we put them into the ghost bag take away."

Tan Shoubei made an appointment with these two people before, one hundred dead souls in the Valley of Heroic Souls, in exchange for a bottle of panacea.

"No hurry, I want to change the rules this time."

He Pingan said suddenly, his face was a little hideous and gloomy under the light of the faint blue light.

"Tan Shoubei, what do you mean?"

Duan Baihu's complexion changed, the subconscious essence was distributed all over his body, and the light flickered on his hands, ready to strike at any time.

Immortal Master Ding's expression tightened behind him, his mana was agitated, his figure fluttered with the wind, and he was ready to run away at any time.

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