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

Chapter 347
He Pingan watched the two of them fighting with the two ghosts separately, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

The cultivation base of these two people is indeed considered to be the top level in the Daxuan Xiuxian world, but unfortunately, because they have not made a breakthrough for a long time, their mentality has gradually become unbalanced.

To be precise, it is a bit petty.

Guessing that he would not be able to break through the Transcendence, he only guarded his one-acre three-point land and did not think about making progress.

Especially in Liu Sheng, it is more obvious.

Reject other monks except Confucianism, and only seek benefits for their own Confucianism.

Even in Emperor Jiaming's time, they watched the people of Daxuan being trapped in the fire and water, and the two remained indifferent.

This kind of mentality does not have much impact on ordinary monks in a short period of time.

But for these two half-step transcendent monks, even the slightest change in their state of mind will affect their breakthrough.

This kind of mentality seems to be small, but it affects their state of mind silently, but they themselves don't know it.

"You wish for good fortune. If you don't understand the artistic conception of being inclusive of all rivers during this great war, your life may stop here. '

He Pingan said silently in his heart, seeing the countless attacks coming towards him, raised one hand, and sacrificed Nanming Lihuo again.

"Damn it, Dragon Rider Martial Saint, you still want to use this trick to humiliate my grandma!"

Seeing that He Pingan was so entrusted, the locust tree demon immortal still used Nanming Lihuo to deal with him. It seemed that he had been greatly insulted. The trunk shook suddenly, and countless branches and roots swelled several times, like sharp swords, towards He Pingan To stab.

Wherever it passes, the void trembles slightly.

"Hehe, you are not worthy of my other tricks!"

He Pingan smiled slightly, looking into the void in the distance seemingly unintentionally.

"Did he see us?"

In the void, Qiongqi demon god saw He Pingan glanced here, and couldn't help asking the nine-tailed sky fox next to him.

"Impossible. My illusion is the avatar of the Lord Demon Emperor. I couldn't tell it apart for a while. How could it be discovered by him?"

The nine-tailed celestial fox looked shocked, and glanced over, only to find that He Ping'an's eyes had moved elsewhere, and he calmed down in his heart.

Seeing this, Qiongqi Yaoshen nodded slightly, and then asked: "But having said that, are we really not going to do anything this time?"

"If we join forces with that tree demon, maybe we have a great chance of winning."

Qiongqi, the demon god, has been succumbing to the human race continuously, and he has been patient with the demon race, and he can't bear it.

"The Lord Demon Emperor's avatar has sent a decree, just wait and see what happens, and wait for him to enter Wuxian Ridge!"

"This time, just observe his fighting skills and see what other hidden methods he has."

The nine-tailed sky fox turned its eyes, looked at He Pingan below, and said quietly.

"Besides, we may be able to win, but with just the three of us, it's hard to keep him!"

"Could it be that you forgot that the Human Sword Immortal was flanked by us, and even though he was seriously injured, he still escaped from the Southern Wilderness?"

Qiongqi demon god nodded silently, and had to admit that what the nine-tailed sky fox said made some sense.

Once a monk breaks through the demon god realm, he can escape extremely fast, especially since they all have their own life-saving supernatural powers, it will be extremely difficult to keep them.

Worst of all, the soul is out of the body, and unless there is a move from the Demon Emperor Realm, it is absolutely impossible to keep it.

Of course, it's another matter if someone like He Pingan has fragments of books in hand.

He turned his eyes and saw the living soul of a colorful tiger demon among the ghosts below, gloating and said: "It's true, that locust tree was just a fluke to become a demon fairy, and now it has absorbed the ghostly yin energy, and its breath is mixed. Even Huangpao Mountain can't leave, is it worthy of joining us?"

Seeing that the attack was approaching, He Pingan shook his head slightly, expressing that the locust tree demon was overwhelmed.

Gently touch the Nanming Lihuo in his hand, and the flames will rise against the wind. In just a few breaths, the palm-sized flames turned into a circle of fire wrapped around He Ping'an's body.

He Pingan is like a god of fire descending to earth, walking among branches and roots, and wherever he passes, whether it is a branch or a root that strikes him, it is directly turned into fly ash.

The leaves floating in mid-air were roasted into ashes and disappeared before they even approached He Pingan.

"how can that be!"

The locust tree demon let out a miserable howl, and couldn't believe everything in front of him.

My cultivation base at this time has already infinitely approached the demon god realm, but I can't even stop He Pingan from approaching.

"nothing is impossible!"

A sternness flashed in He Ping'an's eyes. After years of nurturing and many upgrades, Nanming Lihuo was close to complete body.

Especially after swallowing the red lotus fire, it also comes with some of the abilities of the red lotus fire.

Not to mention that the locust tree demon fairy is only close to the demon god realm, even if he is a real demon god, he dare not let Nanming Lihuo touch his body.

Otherwise, it is immortality.

While speaking, He Pingan had already landed beside the main body of the locust tree demon fairy.

At this time, the branches and leaves of the locust tree demon fairy were almost completely burned by He Pingan, leaving only a bare trunk, which was extremely ugly.

He Ping'an's eyes turned, and he saw countless human and demon corpses lying under the trunk of the huge locust tree.

Some corpses are extremely fresh, and some corpses, as the high temperature hit, directly turned into fly ash, obviously it has been extremely long.

These are all human race monsters who have been devoured by the locust tree demon over the years. Their corpses fell under the tree trunk and turned into endless nourishment, pushing the locust tree demon to the transcendence step by step.

The gigantic body of the locust tree demon immortal kept shaking, apparently extremely afraid of Nanming Lihuo, but he didn't dare to run away.

This place is his lair, relying on the dark yin energy, his strength can approach the demon god realm, if he leaves the lair, his cultivation base will immediately fall to the middle stage of the demon fairy, and he will not be able to escape the palm of He Pingan.

"Let me go, I am willing to be the pioneer of the human army!"

The locust tree demon begged for mercy, and when it was time for life and death, he had long since cast aside the respect of the demon race.

Moreover, at this time, he is no longer a complete demon clan.

"Tell Poor Dao, who opened this ghost passage for you?"

"He Pingan restrained Nanming Lihuo for the time being, and only formed a thin circle of fire in front of him.

"Tell you, can you spare me from dying?"

The trunk of the locust tree demon swayed slightly, and a sound came from the middle of the trunk.

"No, but you can die"

Before He Ping'an finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from behind him. Before he could turn around, a slender spike pierced through the back of his heart.

Above the spikes, green venom gushed out like a spring, continuously seeping into He Ping'an's body.

This is the back needle of a scorpion demon!

"Hahaha, Martial Sage Riding a Dragon, you didn't expect that there will be today."

The locust tree demon laughed wildly, and the huge demon body kept shaking, driving the slender spikes, and threw He Ping'an's body to the ground.

The needle on the back of the scorpion's tail is so poisonous that even demon gods would not dare to be stabbed.

Once stabbed, it is difficult for immortals to heal.

Daoist Chongyang and Liu Sheng over there were originally no match for the two ghosts in front of them. At this moment, they suddenly saw He Ping'an injured and screamed again and again.

He wanted to rush forward, but was blocked by two ghosts, and a hole appeared in his defense immediately. He was beaten back by two ghosts and suffered serious injuries.

He Pingan came to the Yi Dan Pavilion in a trance.

He had already felt the sneak attack of the locust tree demon fairy just now, but he was hit by it on purpose.

The picture in front of me flew around, but three kinds of pictures appeared.

One kind of picture seems to be Wuxian Ridge in the Demon Realm.

There is another picture, which is in Huangpao Mountain.

The last picture, in which the golden light is shining and the Sanskrit sounds are bursting, is the Western Buddhist realm.

With a thought in his mind, He Ping'an sank into the realm of Buddha.

(End of this chapter)