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

Chapter 356 Fengdu City!
On the wooden stick, tadpole-shaped innate runes emerged, and as more than ten thousand years of mana poured into the stick, Dao Dao Baoguang lit up on the stick body, and an incomparably mysterious Dao rhyme blessed in the dream surgically.

The 40 ghosts below fell into sleep in an instant.

"call"

He Pingan took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and sank into the dream technique.

Even with his strength, he couldn't hypnotize 40 ghosts at once.

But with the blessing of this black wooden staff, the number of people he can hypnotize with his dream-entry technique has increased several times, and he can barely hypnotize all these ghosts.

But it was also a great pressure on his mind.

After half an hour.

He Ping'an slowly opened his eyes. Even though he had a profound knowledge and a strong spiritual sense, there was still a look of exhaustion in his eyes.

For half an hour, checking the dreams of 40 ghosts at the same time is a bit difficult for him who has the blessing of alchemy.

"Gaba."

Outside the human book world, He Pingan slapped his waist with one hand, and immediately several light blue pills fell into his mouth.

If Master Chongyang sees it, he will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is what He Pingan said, there is only one solid pill!
But he ate them as jelly beans.
After the Gushen Pill entered the body, He Ping'an used the God-refining formula to dissolve all the power of the medicine and merge it into the sea of ​​consciousness. He was immediately refreshed, and his exhausted soul immediately recovered a lot.

After all this was done, He Ping'an's eyes sharpened sharply, he tapped the ghost below with one hand, and yelled, "Death!"

In the pile of ghosts below, there was a sudden commotion, and several ghosts with strong auras even prepared to leave in the air.

However, in the human book world, even the demon gods are powerless to resist, let alone these ghosts who are not even transcended.

As countless blood-colored silk threads appeared in the pile of ghosts, more than a hundred thousand ghosts were entangled by the blood-colored silk threads, turned into the most basic yin energy, and merged into the human book world.

The yin energy in the human book world suddenly increased a lot.

As for the remaining ghosts, He Ping'an followed the gourd drawing, and according to the previous method of dealing with ghosts, those who were willing to stay would stay in the world of human books.

For those who don't want to stay, He Pingan will personally send him into reincarnation.

This time, however, the situation was reversed.

The number of ghosts who are willing to stay in the human book world has reached 20.

But there are only tens of thousands of people who are willing to reincarnate.

As soon as He Ping'an thought about it, he understood the reason for the large contrast between the front and the back, but he didn't care about it. He still sent all these ghosts who wanted to reincarnate into the nether world as before.

The remaining ghosts, as before, were handed over to Meng Huaren.

Now in the city, Tao Zhenren, the self-proclaimed city lord, has not returned, nor is the ghost led by Wei Jinghuan. Meng Huaren is the actual manager of the city.

"23 ghosts, this city is still a little smaller."

He Pingan glanced at the city below. There were more than 3 ghosts living there before, which was more than enough.

But now, a total of 23 ghosts have poured into the city, and this city is not enough.

"rise!"

With a wave of He Pingan's sleeve, the ground around the city undulated, and the gravel formed by countless yin qi was directly broken and reorganized, like long dragons of yin qi constantly surging around the city.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city of the Human Book World was more than six times larger.

Even if all these 23 ghosts are included, it is more than enough.

In particular, many ghosts of plants and trees, some merged into the city, some fell into remote places outside the city, turned into the body, and some turned into towering trees to purify the evil spirit in the Yin Qi.

Some of them turned into blooming flowers, bringing other colors to the previously unchanging gray human book world, embellishing every corner of the human book world.

Others turned into herbivorous beasts, running wantonly on the open ground outside the city.

"This is like an independent world!"

He Pingan looked at his masterpiece below and was extremely satisfied.

In the past, although there were many ghost cultivators in this human book world, it lacked some other creatures, and it always felt like a false world.

But now that the ghosts of these plant spirits and herbivorous spirit beasts have been integrated, it has brought vitality to the world of human books, and it seems to have become more real.

It's just that the space in this human book world seems a bit stretched at this moment.

The huge city alone already occupied one-third of the space.

In addition to the few secret realms set up by He Pingan, and the Valley of Heroic Souls, there are only half of the remaining places.

"It seems that after the settlement of the southern border war is over, this ghost should also go for a walk."

He Pingan thought of Yin Changsheng who tried to come in from the Nether passage that day, and the other party seemed to have half a volume of human books in his hand.

As long as this human book is snatched, the world of this human book will naturally expand a lot.

Meng Huaren was a Confucianism cultivator before his death, and he was good at handling the division of labor between personnel, but in just a quarter of an hour, he arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Seeing that He Pingan was in a good mood at this time, he boldly came over: "Senior Martial Saint, there are many ghosts in this city now, the city cannot remain anonymous for a day, please give it a name!"

"Name?"

He Pingan glanced at Meng Huaren with great interest, and then looked at the vibrant human book world. A light flashed in his mind, and he pointed his sword at the gate of the city a little far away.

On the towering city gate, two simple characters suddenly appeared: Fengdu!
"From now on, this city will be called Fengdu!"

He Ping'an's voice reached Meng Huaren's ears from afar, but he had already arrived at the place where the tree demon's grandmother was imprisoned.

At this time, the tree demon's grandmother had already keenly sensed the abnormality in the Valley of Absolute Yin, but no matter whether she guarded her mind or kept her Yin Qi tightly locked, the Yin Qi in her body was still continuously leaking out.

In a short period of time, the yin energy in her body was less than half of what it was at its peak.

Seeing He Ping'an approaching, the tree demon's grandmother's eyes sharpened, and she shouted angrily: "Wu Sheng Riding a Dragon, what do you want to lock up my grandmother here?"

He Pingan ignored him, and with a single move, Fa Ming, who was beside her, couldn't help himself, and fell into the valley of absolute darkness.

Seeing He Pingan in front of him, Fa Ming let out howls of ghosts and wolves, and rushed towards He Pingan.

He Pingan frowned, pointed his sword at Fa Ming's soul, and a sharp dark golden sword light flashed, cutting off the connection between Fa Ming's soul and the tree demon's grandmother.

The spirits of Faming and Scorpion King were cultivated by the tree demon's grandma, so they were more deeply controlled by them.

It is difficult to wake up on your own.

After the connection was cut off, a trace of confusion flashed in Faming's eyes. He kept looking around and asked in a low voice, "Who am I?"

"where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

He Pingan just looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

After a few breaths, a trace of pain flashed across Faming's eyes, and then the expression on his entire face became ferocious, as if he remembered the scene where he devoured countless human races.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"I didn't kill them."

"Don't force me"

Fa Ming murmured, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes gentle.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Fa Ming finally returned to normal, his gaze fixed on He Pingan above.

Only then did He Pingan speak slowly, "Fa Ming, do you know your mistake?"

Hearing this, Faming's eyes flashed with sternness: "What's wrong with this poor monk?"

"They forced me to do what happened back then!"

"Up to now, you still don't know your mistakes!"

He Ping'an's voice suddenly became severe, and with a finger point, a light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Fa Ming.

On the screen is the scene where Faming was scolded by the human race.

Those few people who were the first to speak out against Faming, each of them had an extremely slender tree root hidden under their feet, which penetrated into the soles of these people's feet from under the ground.

control the behavior of these people.

At that time, however, Faming was blinded by the dryad's grandmother and didn't notice it at all.

"This is impossible!"

When Fa Ming saw this scene, he backed away in shock. He never thought that when he was completely reduced to a ghost slave, he would still have such a secret.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask her!"

He Pingan pointed with one hand, and it landed on the tree demon's grandmother.

The dryad's grandmother saw it clearly in the Valley of Absolute Shadow, and let out bursts of ridicule: "So what if I did it?"

"This stupid monk has a stubborn personality. If he doesn't use some means, how can he submit to me?"

"It's ridiculous that the human race claims to be the master of all spirits, but it is played by this grandma."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The tree demon grandma laughed wildly. At this time, she knew that it was useless for her to hide it, so she might as well say it more happily.

(End of this chapter)