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

Chapter 222 Unlimited Harvest
"I can't promise that I will save Qingxue"

King Tuntian's complexion kept changing, and his voice was intermittent, but he resisted He Ping'an's temptation.

"Save Qingxue?"

He Ping'an's eyes sharpened, he didn't expect this toad to be so infatuated, and he resisted his temptation just because of his obsession to save Qingxue.

To recognize the master of the monster race, the master must be absolutely voluntary by the demon cultivator in order to succeed in recognizing the master.

"Just you?"

With a sneer on his face, He Pingan couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Third-rank demon cultivator, once your lifespan is exhausted, it is impossible to break through the Transcendence Realm."

"Besides, if you don't recognize me as the master, do you think there is still a chance to save Qingxue?"

King Tuntian looked gloomy, knowing that what He Pingan said was the truth, but he still refused to agree.

Even if He Pingan threatened death, King Tuntian still stuck his neck, as if he would rather be beheaded by He Pingan with a sword than become a traitor of the Yaozu.

"I think you can't cry without seeing the coffin!"

"Even if you really find out the news and come back, aren't you afraid that like this picture, Qingxue will turn into nine heads in the end?"

Seeing that he still refused to agree, He Pingan pointed his wrist, and a mana projection appeared in front of the two of them.

"I still want"

Only a disgusting sound was heard, King Swallowing Heaven saw himself in the picture, heavily imprinted on Nine-Headed Insect's mouth.

"This picture, in the dream, turns out to be you!"

King Tuntian's complexion changed, as if he had thought of something terrible.

This man can even manipulate his own dreams
"Yes, it's me."

He Pingan chuckled, and then said: "It just so happens that Pindao has nothing to do recently, so I went to southern Xinjiang to spread this scene widely in southern Xinjiang. What do you think?"

"you"

King Tuntian's pitted face turned pale, and when he thought of the hot-eyed picture being spread all over southern Xinjiang, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.

If Qingxue saw this scene, she might say: "It turns out that you actually like him"

"Senior, please, this junior is willing to recognize the Lord."

King Tuntian's complexion changed drastically. Thinking of this terrible scene, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Human monks are too cunning and vicious.
He Pingan smiled with satisfaction: "Oh, that's right."

"Master please take a drop of my blood essence."

King Tuntian can only pinch his nose and admit that he is unlucky, so if he recognizes the master, he will recognize the master.

Look at the man in front of him, his cultivation is unfathomable, maybe, if he follows him, he really has a chance to break through the transcendence and rescue Qingxue from the Nine-Headed Insect.

He Pingan pointed like a knife, and tapped on the center of the eyebrows of King Tuntian, and suddenly a ray of bright red blood oozed out from the center of the eyebrows.

Scrolling with mana, using this wisp of blood as the pen and ink, the pen follows the dragon and the snake, and it is done in one go.

The blood light suddenly appeared, and a mysterious power of heaven fell on He Pingan and King Tuntian, and the blood contract was completed.

As King Swallowing Heaven imprinted on the blood contract with his divine consciousness, He Pingan suddenly felt a sense of blood connection, which spread into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Lord is done.

Until this time, the high-quality imitation binding immortal rope tied to King Tuntian was slowly loosened, and he returned to He Ping'an's dantian.

"Little Tun."

"Since you have recognized the Lord, right now, I have a very important thing for you to do."

He Pingan looked at the Tuntian King in front of him, as if looking at a rare treasure, which made the Tuntian King feel cold all over, and always felt that something bad was about to happen.

However, he had already recognized the Lord at this time, and there was no room for him to refuse. To him, He Ping'an's words and words were like the rules of heaven, as long as he asked, he could only agree.

"Yes, Master!"

King Tuntian agreed abruptly.

"Okay, you first restore your body and lie on the ground."

A gleam flashed in He Pingan's eyes, and he ordered.

"Yes"

King Tuntian did as he said, and a black light flashed in front of his eyes. King Tuntian had recovered his body, but he was very smart to control his body to a size of one foot.

"it is good"

He Pingan looked at the dense pustules on King Swallowing King's back, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and his voice was full of longing.

King Tuntian felt that He Pingan's gaze was like a thorn in his back at this time, especially in his current posture, this master, there would be no evil intentions.
"What are you thinking!"

He Pingan slapped King Tuntian on the head, and he could feel what King Tuntian thought in his heart. This guy, his thoughts are so dirty, he deserves to have grown up in a muddy pit.

King Tuntian was in pain, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Is your back full of poison?"

He Pingan narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"Well, the toad family is born with a strange poison on the back and behind the ears, which is extremely difficult to decipher."

King Tuntian wanted to brag about himself, but suddenly thought of the person in front of him, who had removed his strange poison with a wave of his hand, couldn't help but paused, and said with a flattering smile: "Of course, it's nothing to the master."

He Pingan didn't speak anymore, a golden light flashed in his hand, and it turned into nearly a hundred sharp knives at the same time, piercing the generous back of King Swallowing Heaven.

"what!"

King Tuntian uttered a shrill scream. Just now he felt that He Pingan's gaze was like a thorn in the back, but now it is really like a thorn in the back, and, with one thorn, there are nearly a hundred.

Who can stand it?
King Tuntian's limbs twitched and he struggled constantly, but He Pingan firmly controlled him under him.

Nearly a hundred golden lights wrapped the milky white venom, which was slowly sent out from the broken small cauldron and fell into He Ping'an's mouth.

Reward for five years of Taoism and four years of Taoism
The rewards kept shrinking, and in the end, the five-year practice turned into a five-day practice.
He Pingan felt the ever-increasing Taoism in his body, and in a short period of time, the Taoism increased for more than 40 years.
In this way, within ten days at most, he can practice Taoism for thousands of years.

A smile flashed in He Ping'an's eyes as he looked at the Tuntian Demon King, whose eyes were closed tightly and who had stopped twitching and seemed to be in a coma.

"Don't pretend to be dead, what you think and think now can't escape my perception."

Hearing this, Tuntian Demon King, who had fallen into a coma, rolled his eyelids, opened his eyes, and cried: "Master, Xiao Tun will never dare again."

He thought that this was He Pingan's punishment for refusing to recognize the Lord before retaliating against him.

"Take care of yourself, I will come back to get poison again."

He Pingan ignored the cries of the Tuntian Demon King. He could feel that the damaged pustule of the Tuntian Demon King was slowly recovering over time.

At most ten days, it can return to normal again.

No matter how small the ants are, they are still meat. After ten days, they will come to harvest again.

In the eyes of the Tuntian Demon King, endless despair suddenly appeared, and he could already imagine that his own misery would happen in the days to come.

The phantom of He Pingan's mana slowly dissipated, and the last voice came slowly: "From now on, you don't need to call me master, just call me son."

King Tuntian agreed feebly, he was puzzled, this old thing is disrespectful to old people, even at such an advanced age, he still asked me to call you son
Outside the broken small cauldron, He Pingan looked at the Tuntian Demon King who fell asleep, with a moment of thought in his eyes.

As early as the first time I saw the Swallowing Demon King in Mowu Mountain, I could tell that it had a pure aura and had never devoured a human race.

After catching him, he found that the Heaven Swallowing Demon King seemed to hide a powerful bloodline in his body, even He Pingan was secretly startled.

It's just that his current cultivation base is too low to activate that bloodline power.

The bloodline is abnormal and the potential is astonishing. If it was an ordinary ogre, He Pingan would have cut it with a sword, so as not to grow up in the future and become the enemy of the human race.

But the Heaven Swallowing Demon King has never devoured the human race, and instead caused him trouble. It seems that it is not in line with his original intention to kill him directly.

But if you let it go and wait for it to grow up, even if it doesn't devour the human race, it will eventually become an enemy of the human race because of its different positions.

After much deliberation, it is most appropriate to accept him as a spirit beast.

No matter how amazing the potential is, it will only become your own help, not resistance.

It's just a little depressed in my heart. Other people's spirit beasts are all fox girls, rabbit girls, and no matter how bad they are, there is also a cat girl.

The spirit beasts I collected are either snakes or toads.
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