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

Chapter 276 Fan Tianyin!
The dark golden light in his eyes flickered, and he looked at Hanwang Zhao Ying with burning eyes, and said softly:
"Er Shi Erlu."

Look at King Jing Zhao Zhi again:
"The fat of the people, the ointment of the people."

Then, he slowly swept across the crowd present, and his voice suddenly became severe:

"The common people are easy to abuse."

Finally, looking up at the sky, the whole person seemed to be excited, and said loudly:
"God is hard to bully!"

In his voice, ten thousand years of mana was unknowingly fused into it, and it did not ring in the ears of everyone, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.

The sound of bang when countless instruments fell to the ground continued to resound.

Especially King Jing's party headed by King Jing Zhao Zhi, King Jing's tyrannical and bloodthirsty character probably has a lot to do with their connivance.

Jing Wang Yidang showed a guilty or ashamed expression. Seeing the martial saint riding a dragon standing there, he couldn't help lowering his head, not daring to take a breath.

On the side of Han Wang Zhao Ying, most of them were ashamed, and only a few people who had a clear conscience straightened their backs with agitated expressions.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Zhao Ying, King of Han, slapped his thigh. He had long wanted to change the court officials during Emperor Jiaming's reign. When he heard this poem, he immediately felt a sense of alarm bells ringing in his ears.

He made up his mind that after ascending the throne, the first thing to do is to engrave this poem in every state capital, even all county government offices must be covered.

"Worthy of being a Dragon Riding Martial Saint, not only is he cultivated deeply, but also has a brilliant literary talent."

Although Gu Yuanjun is a martial artist, he also felt his soul tremble when he heard this poem.

Qiu Mingyi was also full of admiration: "It's a pity that the Martial Saints specialize in Martial Arts. If they switch to Confucianism and Taoism, they will be reborn Confucian Saints."

"The sky does not produce martial saints, and the Daxuan literary world is like a long night."

"Only a martial sage has such a heavenly genius, a dual cultivation of martial arts and Confucianism, shocking the past and shining today!"

Everyone at the scene responded in unison.

This was a bit too much. He Ping'an's face was slightly hot. Compared with that Han Li, he was still thin-skinned after all.

No, we want face, Han Li, Lao Yinbi, shameless.
Just as everyone was using their exaggerated acting skills to keep making rainbow farts, a figure quietly retreated under the tower.

His steps were light, his mana was restrained, and he didn't attract the attention of everyone at all.

"Master Kunyang, where are you going?"

He Pingan glanced at the real Kunyang who was about to leave on tiptoe, and smiled lightly.

Seeing that his purpose of escaping quietly was discovered, Master Kunyang let out a loud shout, and his mana swept out, and he did not hide his aura anymore. Then, his whole body flashed with silver light, and he dodged down the stairs.

When the entire moat formation is opened, even Immortal Kunyang, near the imperial city, cannot perform imperial flight.

He had no choice but to use his agility to escape.

He Pingan smiled lightly, raised his right hand lightly, and an invisible force surged out, immediately imprisoning the real Kunyang in mid-air, unable to move.

"Martial Sage Riding a Dragon, I asked myself that I have never offended you, why did you treat me like this?"

Master Kunyang said with difficulty that all the vast mana power was suppressed in the dantian by a dark golden light, and he couldn't move at all.

"Didn't offend me?"

How dare you say that you didn't offend me because you almost exposed my avatar's strength? He Pingan looked at the Kunyang real person with a half-smile, and stared at the real Kunyang real person with a little hair.

I did not offend you. Master Kunyang swallowed this sentence back, and thinking about it carefully, if he offends, there is only one point.

Even after Zhao Zhi, king of Han, got the imperial flag, he even took action to deal with him.
But this is not a sin to death! The Kunyang real person showed a timid look on his face, and begged for mercy: "Pindao really didn't think well, please ask Wu Sheng to see that the poor dao has become a human race, and save the poor dao's life."

"Who said Pindao is going to kill you?"

He Pingan said with a smile on his face, Kunyang real person suddenly looked happy, with this sentence, it seems that at least he will not die today.

After today, I will immediately leave Xuanyang, a place of right and wrong. As a first-rank monk, wherever I go, I will be regarded as a guest of honor, and it is not impossible to become a prince.

When the time comes, lie drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, wake up and hold the power of a state, why not be happy.

At this moment, He Ping'an's face suddenly changed, and he said sharply: "The real Kunyang, he doesn't respect the order of the Martial Saint, he is jealous of the virtuous and capable, and abolishes his cultivation, just to imitate others!"

As soon as the words fell, He Pingan's right sword pointed at the real man Kunyang without waiting for any reaction from the real man Kunyang. A ray of dark golden sword light flashed across his fingertips, piercing the dantian of the real man Kunyang in an instant.

"what!"

The joy on Kunyang's face stopped abruptly, and he uttered a tragic cry, clutching his stomach, and fell to his knees.

At this moment, the physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

His dantian was destroyed, and his hundreds of years of cultivation were destroyed.

At this time, even a random ninth-rank martial artist can easily beat him. How could he bear such a huge difference.

What's more, as a dragon guard monk, he had done so many harmful things for Emperor Jiaming before. Now, once his cultivation base is destroyed, countless enemies will come to him.

To say that life is better than death is an understatement.
He Pingan didn't care about his life at all, and turned his head to Hanwang Zhao Ying: "I believe you can handle the royal affairs well, so I don't care about it!"

King Jing Zhao Zhi was very worried when he saw the tragic situation of the real Kunyang, thinking that it would be his turn next.

Unexpectedly, He Pingan actually handed over the matter to Zhao Ying, king of Han, which immediately gave him some hope.

He Pingan glanced lightly at King Jing Zhao Zhi, and said, "But this man's soul, I will take it away!"

With a light stroke of his right hand, Wu Jide's spirit immediately escaped from Jing Wang Zhao Zhi's control and fell into He Ping'an's hands.

"senior!"

At this moment, Jing Wang Zhao Zhi hadn't said anything, but Han Wang Zhao Ying cupped his hands and saluted and said, "This person has taken refuge in the younger generation before, can you hand over this person to the younger generation for disposal?"

He spoke carefully, for fear of angering He Pingan.

"Hehe, are you worried that Pindao will destroy him?"

He Pingan said with a smile, meaning something in the words.

"Senior was too worried, but this junior just felt that senior was too busy to take care of him, so he let him run away."

Zhao Ying, King of the Han Dynasty, hurriedly prostrated himself and said that he had always heard that Wu Sheng Riding a Dragon hated monsters very much, and that he would come upon hearing of any monsters that harmed people in Daxuan territory.

Zhao Ying was worried that He Pingan would kill Wu Jide directly without distinguishing between indiscriminate and indiscriminate.

"Don't worry, Pindao is not a person who can't distinguish between good and bad, this martial arts accumulation, Pindao has other arrangements"

When He Pingan spoke, his voice became more and more ethereal, and his figure gradually blurred, disappearing from everyone's eyes.

"Take them all!"

Seeing He Ping'an leave, Zhao Ying straightened his face at this time, and immediately all the monks under his command took action, controlling all the monks kneeling on the ground.

"Liu Aiqing, since you submit to me, I will give you a chance to prove yourself!"

Zhao Ying raised his hand lightly, and a long knife fell in front of Liu Ding with a "bang".

"Go and kill Master Kunyang!"

Zhao Ying said coldly, what he hates the most is this kind of capricious villain.

Hearing this, Liu Ding picked up the long knife with no expression on his face, walked slowly in front of the real person Kunyang, cupped his hands and said, "Your real person, go all the way!"

Then his face became serious, the long knife in his hand went in with a white knife, and the red knife came out, directly piercing Kunyang's real man's chest!
Kunyang Zhenren let out a muffled groan, and then blood spurted out of his chest, and his whole body was completely lifeless.

Afterwards, Zhao Ying sent people to put all of them, including King Jing Zhao Zhi, in prison, waiting for disposal.

As for the real Kunyang's head, Liu Ding cut it off, hung it on the gate of the imperial city, and showed it to the public.

The first-rank monk was beheaded, and the entire Xuanyang City exploded immediately. All the forces no longer remained neutral, and expressed their surrender to Zhao Ying either explicitly or secretly.

Drug Division, Grass Department.

A dark golden light flickered and slowly emerged.

"came back"

Han Li smiled all over his face and filled a cup of tea for the visitor.

"It's exhausting, I will never do this thankless thing again!"

He Pingan reached out to take the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, without the slightest demeanor of a martial saint riding a dragon.

The result of this dragon fight, although everything was according to his plan, but there were still some accidents in the middle, which caused him to work hard to get back on track.

In the end, he still went down to save the scene.

Although there is no danger of fighting with demon gods, it consumes a lot of mental and physical effort.

It also allowed him to see people's desire for power, that is, martial saints are hanging in the air, as long as they don't appear in front of them, they still dare to fight.

"I said, if you get the benefits, don't act like a good boy?"

Han Li joked: "When those people praised your literary talent just now, I saw you smiling like a flower."

Hey, you saw through it. He Pingan quickly covered up his embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Brother Han, why have you been reluctant to show up?"

Just before that, He Pingan actually wanted to hand over all the fight for the dragon to Han Li, and act as a shopkeeper himself.

After all, he is the ancestor of the Daxuan royal family, no matter what he said, he has more right to speak than himself.

Unexpectedly, this guy was unwilling to show up, so He Pingan had no choice but to reluctantly agree, "happily".

"I haven't cleaned up my karmic fire yet. If I show up, it's easy to be chased by my enemies."

Han Li took a sip of tea and explained.

"In this world, is there anyone you are afraid of?"

He Pingan curiously said that although Han Li hadn't returned to his peak, he should have [-] to [-]% of his strength.

"This world is far more vast and powerful than you can imagine."

Han Li was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

In his mouth, He Pingan knew that Taoism transcended the realm, in addition to the real immortals, golden immortals, and immortal emperors, there was also the legendary realm of the ancestors of Taoism.

From ancient times to the present, there is only one Taoist who has reached this level.

In addition, there are Buddhas, demon ancestors, Confucian saints, ink saints and so on.

However, since the drastic changes in the world, not to mention the ancestors, even the immortal emperor has been hidden from the world.

Therefore, golden immortals and demon gods are the highest realms in this world.

And when Han Li killed the Gu Immortal, he was besieged by four demon gods, and even a demon emperor clone appeared nearby. Although he didn't make a move, the invisible and intangible pressure penetrated his body out.

When Han Li was dealing with the four demon gods, he had to be distracted to guard against the sneak attack of the demon emperor's avatar, which was why he suffered a disastrous defeat.

"Otherwise, with my strength, even if I lose, I won't be seriously injured."

Han Li straightened his body, and an innate self-confidence immediately spread from his body.

"So, you are in the realm of the Golden Immortal?"

He Pingan thought about Han Li's cultivation realm in his heart. Now it seems that Han Li's heyday was at least in the realm of Jinxian.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to calmly face the four demon gods.

As for the realm of the Demon Emperor, it is impossible at all, otherwise he would not be defeated by the Demon Emperor's avatar and the four Demon Gods.

Not to mention being quietly poisoned by Emperor Jia Ming.

This guy's combat power is very strong! He Pingan thought to himself, even if he faced the interference of four fellows of the same rank and the clone of the demon emperor, he wouldn't dare to say that he would be able to retreat unscathed.

This made him deeply curious about Han Li's true strength.

"That's right"

Han Li's face froze, he didn't expect that he had slipped his mouth for a while, and this fellow deduced his true cultivation level in just a few words.

"Have you ever met those monks who are immortal emperors and above?"

He Pingan asked curiously, he was still a little curious about this world, where are these powerful monks hiding.

"The Dao ancestors are all the top fighters in this world, even I have never met."

Han Li's eyes flickered with longing. Ever since he broke through the Golden Immortal Realm, he has been looking for higher-level monks.

I haven't seen it before, so you are a bird. He Pingan cursed secretly in his heart, but he knew in his heart that what Han Li said was true, because he had seen some frightening monks in Yidan Pavilion during the test of medicine .

These monks turned their hands into clouds, turned their hands into rain, moved mountains and seas, and all kinds of magical powers emerged one after another.

"However, I know that once I break through to the realm of the Immortal Emperor, I will be able to transcend heaven and earth, and will no longer be limited by my lifespan. Longevity and long-term vision will no longer be a dream."

Han Li explained.

"So, only those above the Immortal Emperor can be called innate monks."

He Pingan immediately understood that what Guo Jianzheng said about the innate monk back then originally corresponded to the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

The two chatted for a while, and through Han Li, He Pingan learned a lot about transcendent monks who had never been clear before.

It wasn't until Han Li said he had nothing to say and was completely hollowed out by He Pingan that he was let go.

Alchemy Division, Pill Room.

The scorching high temperature filled the entire alchemy room, and the raging flames released endless power under the alchemy furnace, enveloping the entire alchemy furnace.

As the medicinal liquid in the pill furnace slowly took shape, five golden pills appeared in the midair of the pill furnace. With a wave of one hand, He Pingan immediately put the burning flame into his sleeve robe.

At this time, it was the critical moment for the golden elixir to refine evil spirits, and suddenly lost the support of the spiritual fire, and above the golden elixirs, evil spirits suddenly overflowed, filling the entire elixir furnace in an instant.

Countless evil spirits rushed out of the alchemy furnace with a whistling sound.

"receive!"

He Pingan waved his hand and made a spell, and Wannian Daoxing poured into the pill furnace forcefully, and took out five pills.

I saw that the five pills at this time had changed from the golden color just now to a scarlet black color, and the evil spirit was lingering on them, making whistling sounds continuously.

"What kind of treasure can I get from this elixir refined from the Fairyland Dragon Ball?"

"It's best, it can be the two swords of Tianlei!"

"It's better to let Han Li know that Daxuan Sword Immortal is not his monopoly."

He Pingan swallowed one of the pills into his stomach with a hint of longing.

The pill liquefied water, and the evil spirit entered the body, and He Pingan fell into a trance immediately.

The soul went straight to the sky, and when the soul stabilized, it had already appeared in the Yi Dan Pavilion.

Putting the elixir into the scale, the picture in front of him slowly emerged, and soon it was like watching flowers on horseback, passing through the life of Dragon King Prince Ao Jia.

With the bullying up and down the scale beam, the scale gives out the weight: nine taels and one money.

Get the reward: Pantianyin!

Nima, it wasn't the fairy sword He Pingan's palm, a square "brick" that looked like a stone or jade suddenly appeared in his hand.

At the bottom of the bricks, there appeared three quaint characters, Fan Tian Yin!

As the "brick" appeared, his upper body was suddenly staggered by the small brick, and he almost fell to the ground.

It wasn't until the dark golden light shone on He Ping'an's body and the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu was running that he stabilized his figure.

But the bluestone ground under his feet has been crushed by his feet.

"What a horrible weight"

He Ping'an was horrified. The brick looked ordinary, but its weight should not be underestimated.

As he poured his consciousness and mana into it, the information of Fan Tianyin gradually emerged in his mind.

Fan Tianyin, with great power to cover the sky and sun, and small power with mustard seed mustard, change invisible, send and receive freely.

Under the infusion of mana, Fan Tianyin radiated dark golden rays of light, which changed in size at will according to He Ping'an's will.

He Ping'an's figure flashed, and he appeared thousands of miles outside Xuanyang City.

I saw him shouting loudly: "Big!"

The entire Fantian Seal suddenly turned into a huge monster with a radius of hundreds of miles. On the body of the seal, a rich and magnificent dark golden light spread out, and it was clearly visible even thousands of miles away.

"Could it be that a strange treasure was born?"

Startled by the golden light, many monks immediately turned into a series of escaping lights, flying towards this place from outside Xuanyang City.

"fall!"

Following He Ping'an's order, Fan Tianyin fell down in an instant, and the land within a radius of a hundred miles suddenly collapsed and the ground cracked, and the entire ground sank thousands of feet downward.

The earth was cracked, and countless ground fires spewed out from the cracks, just like the end of the world.

Such a terrifying power made He Ping'an look happy. The power of this Tianyin is much stronger than that of the Heavenly Demon Blood Transforming Sword.

However, at this moment, his expression suddenly tightened, his complexion changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand to touch the sky seal: "Take it!"

Fan Tianyin shrank rapidly, turned into a dark golden light, and fell into his hands.

"However, a random strike with the Fantian Seal actually used up [-]% of the mana in my body."

But at this moment he was surprised, looking inside his body, the mana in his dantian was less than [-]% at this time.

I'm afraid that if he does it with all his strength, he will use up to [-]% of He Pingan's mana.

However, the power is quite strong.
After understanding the basic situation of Fantianyin, He Pingan suddenly realized, isn't this just a brick?

He couldn't help thinking sadly that he was getting farther and farther away from the road of sword immortality, and instead, he became more like a vulgar martial artist
He weighed the Fantian seal in his hand, and he couldn't help but think of the classic saying, No matter how good your martial arts are, you will be afraid of kitchen knives;

Today, this brick came.

In the future, the entire world of cultivating immortals will also tremble under this brick.
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