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

Chapter 183 Prisoners will be punished even if they are far away
After all this was said, Wang Wei closed his eyes and began to practice witchcraft, chanting some strange pronunciations in his mouth, which seemed to be the spells of witchcraft.

With the circulation of the true essence and the chanting of the spell, strange energy fluctuations began to emerge in the front hall and tried to extend outward.

A strange light flashed in He Pingan's eyes. He had never felt this strange energy before.

Let go of the divine sense quietly, and after probing, I found that this energy is somewhat similar to the breath of demon cultivators and ghost cultivators, but it is also somewhat different.

The demon cultivator is tyrannical, and the ghost cultivator is dead and silent, but in this witchcraft, there are both dead silence and tyranny, as well as some unknown negative emotions such as sadness, unwillingness, and despair.

After a while, Wang Wei suddenly opened his eyes, and said with a surprised face: "No, my witchcraft can't communicate with the great witch. There seems to be some weirdness in this place, which imprisoned my witchcraft."

After He Pingan heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed in his heart. The strangeness in Wang Wei's mouth was actually the formation and talisman restrictions he had arranged in the front hall.

Thinking about it this way, he felt more at ease.

From this point of view, the essence of witchcraft is also a kind of energy in the world, as long as one has the means to restrain it, that would be the best.

I'm afraid that there is some kind of weird spell that I can't resist at all, which is embarrassing.

He Pingan slowly withdrew a five-element formation, and then ordered: "Try again, it may be because of the formation I arranged just now!"

Wang Wei Mung Dou glanced at He Pingan with small eyes, showing a hint of disbelief: "Your formation can actually imprison my witchcraft?"

He Pingan asked with a smile, "Is this unusual?"

Wang Wei nodded, and said seriously: "It's really strange."

"Daxuan's formation is rarely able to restrain witchcraft."

When Wang Wei said this, the light in his eyes was extremely proud, as if He Pingan and others in front of him were like ants in front of witchcraft.

Then he added: "You can imprison witchcraft communication, there is still some way."

Several prisoners murmured in their hearts, he is more than just a master, he is a majestic Dragon Riding Martial Saint.

But they didn't dare to say this in public. He Ping'an had just sent a message to order that if anyone dared to reveal his identity, he would take action himself.

After saying this, he began to manipulate the skull again, and began to communicate with the great witch.

After a while, Wang Wei opened his eyes, stared at He Pingan and said, "Master Xuanyu, did you forget to withdraw the formation?"

He Pingan touched his nose when he heard the words, then smiled and said, "Hehe, I seem to have forgotten."

After speaking, he withdrew another formation and said, "Try again."

His move was not meaningless. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

If I want to support the human race, I will definitely run into the witch fairy head-on. At this time, I have such a good opportunity to test over and over again what methods I have to restrain witchcraft, why not use it?

After going back and forth like this for more than ten times, Wang Weixiu's base is low, his mental strength is weak, and he is not a pure wizard. He used the communication witchcraft so frequently, and his eyes were suddenly in a trance, and his mental strength was already a little too much.

He secretly made up his mind in his heart, the last time, this is the last time, if it doesn't work again, he can only give up.

Just when he recited the weird syllables again, his mental power followed the magic weapon, floating out of the way, and slowly escaped from the front hall.

Then the sky was high and the birds flew, and in an instant, the mental power spanned a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles and entered the vast snowfield.

"Witch Immortal. Witch Immortal"

Entering the vast snowfield, Wang Wei encouraged his mental strength and kept calling in his mind.

Just when he called for the third time, a tall figure holding a black wooden stick and hiding his whole body in a black robe suddenly rose up, like a mountain, appearing in front of his spiritual power, preventing him from continuing In-depth way forward.

After twenty breaths, Wang Wei withdrew his mental power, rubbed the center of his brows, and said wearily: "I have already contacted Da Wu, and he agreed."

A gleam of joy flashed in He Ping'an's eyes. He not only wanted to catch the moths in Daxuan, but also eliminated the enemies outside the territory one by one.

It is necessary to let the enemies of the race know that those who commit crimes against the race will be punished no matter how far away they are.

"When will the deal be?"

He Pingan asked with a smile on his face.

"Three days later, at the junction of Daxuan and Beimang, a hundred miles north, Xuanwu Cliff!"

Wang Wei said.

"it is good!"

He Pingan clapped his hands and smiled, and told him some details of the transaction.

Only then did he open his hand, and his magic power surged, and he took Wang Wei into the dilapidated small cauldron, and then told Hai Qing, who was the only one present who was free to move freely: "When the governor of Jizhou comes, ask him to meet me in the Valley of Heroic Souls!"

Then a strand of true energy fell into Hai Qing's body, and then his body flickered, and he had already left here.

An hour later, the figure of He Pingan flew out of the camp of the Zhenbei Army and headed for the Valley of Heroic Souls.

But after a while, in the big tent of the Zhenbei Army's central army, the roar of Zhenbei Lord came out: "Chuan Tang Rongfu, and others, come to my big tent immediately."

A quarter of an hour later, on the flagpole outside the Zhenbei Army camp, there were more than ten bloody heads with hideous faces.

Returning to Heroic Soul Valley again, He Pingan directly smashed through the formation of Heroic Soul Valley and fell into the formation.

In the big formation, there is another scene.

It was already daylight at this time, but the entire formation was covered with dark clouds. Standing in it, He Pingan could feel the wind blowing, the air permeated, and the falling snowflakes were covered with a little gray and black. color.

This is because the yin energy in the formation is too strong, and it has already affected the real objects in the valley.

"Give me back my son!"

At this moment, a sound like a thunderbolt sounded, and then the picture in front of He Ping'an's eyes changed suddenly, as if he had come to the scene when Beimang and Daxuan were fighting.

Surrounded by stumped limbs and broken arms, corpses were everywhere, and the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, and the land of a hundred miles was filled with blood. .

Opposite him, a general in silver helmet and black armor held a long knife and slashed fiercely, a white cold light piercing the sky and earth shone in all directions in an instant.

Beside General Silver Helmet, there were nearly ten thousand soldiers charging towards He Pingan, their murderous aura soaring into the sky, condensing a solid black long knife in mid-air, and slashing towards He Pingan.

Compared with the white cold light, the power is not weak at all, and even increased.

"good."

A flash of approval flashed in He Ping'an's eyes. The two knives in front of him already had the strength of a late-stage monk.

Especially those ten thousand ghost soldiers, although their strength is not strong, under the battle formation commanded by General Silver Helmets, their yin and energy are condensed into one body, and they can exert their combat power no less than that of a first-rank monk.

He stretched out his hands slowly, urged by mana, and immediately turned into two big golden hands, facing the two long knives respectively.

"die!"

The silver-helmed general's face flashed fiercely, and all the yin energy of more than a thousand years of hard work was poured into the long saber. The two long sabers, in no particular order, slashed at the two big golden hands almost at the same time.

"Fuck!"

The two long knives were slashed on the big golden hands respectively, and instead of making a sharp cutting sound, they made a tooth-piercing loud noise, and then they were pinched in the hands of the two big golden hands, unable to cut any more. .

A flash of surprise flashed across the face of General Silver Helmet, and then he roared: "Boys, help me!"

As the sound fell, the long swords of Yin Qi above the heads of the ten thousand ghost soldiers suddenly disappeared into nothingness, and all the Yin Qi flowed into the body of General Silver Helmet.

Immediately, General Silver Helmet's strength stepped from the late stage of the first rank to the peak of the first rank.

"Come again!"

General Silver Helmet suddenly gained confidence, and raised the long knife in his hand again.

(End of this chapter)