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

Chapter 195
At this moment, He Pingan suddenly woke up, how could he suddenly lose his size.

Even if his parents are dead, but he has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world in Yi Dan Pavilion, he should not have the tragic idea of ​​suicide.

What's more, he also has the magic of ghost communication, which can completely summon the dead souls of his parents.

But just now, if the Panlong Jade Pendant hadn't reminded me, I couldn't think of the spirit of Tongyou at all.

Therefore, a bold conjecture emerged in He Pingan's mind, but it still needs to be confirmed.

He Ping'an's spiritual sense swept out and covered the entire mountain village. After careful investigation, he did not find a single problem.

All come to life without exception.

The old Ma's house next door is copying the pure local accent and live broadcasting the goods on a certain treasure.

The old Li's house far away is already
"I bother!"

"It's bright and sunny, don't be ashamed!"

The corner of He Pingan's mouth twitched, and then his figure flashed, and he came to Lao Li's house. Lao Li and his wife were having sex in broad daylight.

"You are."

Lao Li was working hard to cultivate the land, when he suddenly felt a breeze blowing, he saw a handsome young man appearing in front of him, just as he opened his mouth, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he passed out in a coma.

He Pingan put his hand on Lao Li's pulse gate, and suddenly found something abnormal.

"This sorcery is really exquisite, and it turns out to be so lifelike that even my spiritual sense can't tell the truth from the fake."

He Pingan was filled with emotion, and sure enough, it was fine if he didn't make contact.

As soon as he touched Lao Li's limbs, he probed his spiritual consciousness into his body and found that Lao Li was just a mass of black energy without substance.

He Ping'an's body changed, and he appeared in front of several people in succession, only to find that these people were just a cloud of black air.

The conjecture in his heart was confirmed. As expected of a witch fairy, he actually used a double dream.

The first level is in the wedding banquet, the original intention is to let oneself relax vigilance, so the first level of dreams is to allow oneself to break open.

And the second level of dreams is Wu Xian's killer move.

"But, even though I'm sober, how should I get out of this poor place?"

He Ping'an looked up at the sky, and then launched the golden light vertically, and flew towards the sky.

A month later, He Pingan returned to the same place.

After leaving Blue Star, he flew out for an unknown number of miles.

The watery blue stars and earthy yellow planets floated behind him one by one, but until they flew away from this galaxy, there was endless darkness and eternal coldness in front of them.

Although he knew that these were illusions imposed on him by witchcraft, he still couldn't find a way to solve them.

"cut!"

With a thought in He Pingan's mind, the blood light suddenly appeared, and the Heavenly Demon Transforming Blood Sword, as thin as cicada's wings, had already appeared in his hand, and then all the true energy in his body poured into the blood-colored blade, and he cut it out, and the blood-colored sword light cut out for tens of thousands of miles. Far away, but still unable to break through the darkness in front of him.

"I see."

Seeing that the picture in front of him remained unchanged, He Pingan seemed to think of something, and returned to Blue Star from the void.

He seemed to have guessed something. In this dream, the magic weapons he might use were all generated by illusions, and they were just superficial. All the results were just fantasies in his brain.

In addition to the God Refining Art that I have been running all the time, and the Panlong Jade Pendant, it is very miraculous that it can give me certain reminders in this dream.

Back in the courtyard of the two-story building in his hometown, He Pingan began to think hard about where the key to unlocking the dream was.

Everything started here, and it should still end here, and we still have to look for clues here.

At this moment, his consciousness scanned the two portraits placed in the front hall again, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart for nothing.

"right here!"

At this moment, He Ping'an felt blessed in his heart. These two portraits could make him feel sad. Then, the only flaw in the dream might be here.

In the small courtyard, He Ping'an's figure disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already in the front hall.

Looking at the portrait, He Pingan once again felt sad from his heart, but this time, he was already prepared and was not affected by this sadness.

"call"

The breeze blows slowly over the portrait, blowing away all the dust on it.

He Pingan picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully, as if he wanted to imprint the appearance of his parents deeply into his mind.

"Mom and Dad, the child is not filial."

He Pingan said softly to the portrait, as if he was saying something to himself, and then the real energy rolled all over his body, and the golden light flowed, completely tearing the portrait into pieces.

With the shattering of the portrait, the scene in front of He Ping'an was suddenly pushed away like heavy clouds, finally revealing the real world.

At this time, He Ping'an was still the time when Wu Xian made a sudden move, and the one-handed art had just been pinched, but the true essence had not yet been activated.

On the other hand, the witch fairy on the opposite side pointed at He Pingan with his raised staff, which seemed to remain unchanged.

When He Pingan woke up, Wu Xian's complexion suddenly changed, and he vomited several mouthfuls of black and green blood with a "vomit", and his momentum suddenly weakened.

The surrounding ghost soldiers and Beimang cavalry are still fighting each other. It is obvious that the real world has only passed in an instant.

But in the dream, He Pingan has passed hundreds of years.

"Zhuqing, the dream is broken, the feeling of being backlashed by the soul, is it good?"

He Pingan sneered, looking at Wu Xian in front of him, his face was a little livid.

The outside world is just a moment, but he has been trapped in a dream for a hundred years, and he was sentenced to a hundred years in prison for no reason. No one can feel better.

"You came out after all..."

The witch fairy said dispiritedly, his dream is not ordinary, it is passed down from the witch god, besides, he is blessed with a rare treasure in his hand, this one move cost him close to 500 years of cultivation.

He never underestimated anyone, if he didn't make a move, he would do it with all his strength.

So this time, the real body also came here directly. Unexpectedly, this ultimate move, which is enough to kill ordinary transcendent strongmen, was actually resolved by He Pingan.

At this moment, his mind suddenly alerted, without even thinking about it, he transferred all his mana, raised the black wooden staff, and threw it behind him.

"Ding!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clanging, and a blood-colored long knife as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly appeared behind Zhu Qing, blocked by the black wooden stick.

A hint of surprise appeared in He Pingan's eyes. This black wooden staff was extraordinary, and it blocked the Heavenly Demon's Blood-turning Sword without any damage.

"Come again!"

Seeing that the sneak attack was fruitless, He Pingan yelled angrily, and the golden liquid flowed all over his body. He had transformed into a thousand-foot golden giant, and the bloody long knife returned to his hand again, and slashed it down again.

"Shh!"

On the blade of the blood-colored long knife, a condensed, hundred-foot-long blood-colored light suddenly appeared, and the endless blood light illuminated the surrounding area for tens of miles.

There was a trace of fear in Wuxian Zhuqing's eyes, and the wooden stick in his hand drew a circle on the spot, and then a force of space surged, as if he wanted to leave this place.

"Want to run?"

There was a hint of coldness in He Ping'an's eyes. Wuxian Zhuqing took advantage of him twice in a row in the dream. If he escaped like this, he would no longer need to call himself a dragon knight.

"Determine the universe!"

He Ping angrily shouted, golden light radiated all over his body, within a thousand feet around, wherever the golden light touched, the space was as solid as gold soup, and it was impossible to exert the power of space teleportation.

"puff!"

Wuxian Zhuqing spat out another mouthful of blood and used the power of space. For him, it was a bit too strenuous. This is a witchcraft that can only be performed after reaching the realm of witch gods.

Forcibly cast, and was interrupted by He Pingan, his momentum weakened again.

The cultivation base at this time is only enough to maintain the strength of transcending the realm.

There was blood in front of him, and the blood-colored saber had already cut in front of him. At this moment, Wu Xian Zhuqing had no time to think about it, so he forcibly sacrificed the black wooden stick in his hand, and went towards the blood-colored long saber.

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