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

Chapter 66

The cheers and congratulations from the people below were deafening, reaching He Ping'an's ears.

Daxuan has a vast territory, divided into nine states, and one state covers tens of thousands of miles.

Even the largest Jizhou has a radius of 10,000+ miles.

Most of the area is deserted or has a few villages.

In these places, there are generally no official yamen and guards of the Hall of Eternal Life.

Once the demons make trouble, few immortal masters can arrive in time.

Usually it is the monsters who have eaten enough and fled before the immortal masters from the guards of the Palace of Longevity arrive late.

It looks like a scene from a previous life movie
Therefore, among the common people below, although some family members died in the fighting just now.

But more than that, I am glad that I was able to survive and continue to pass on this family.

He Pingan couldn't help sighing secretly, although it was caused by demons, but Emperor Jiaming obviously had a better way to solve these problems.

For example, relocate these people to the vicinity of the big city to reduce the deaths of the people.

Or the officials will come forward to compile martial arts exercises uniformly, make them into pages and pass them on, so that the common people have a way to save themselves.

And so on, methods abound.

Maybe it's because you only care about your own longevity, or maybe it's because you're afraid that the chivalrous people will use martial arts to break the ban. The common people have learned martial arts skills, which will affect their own rule.
In short, this Emperor Jiaming never did this.

It was supposed to be a disturbance by demons, but it turned out to be a man-made disaster!
He Pingan cupped his hands to the crowd below, but frowned on his face. Just now, he felt that mysterious and strange pulling force again.

Even before he cut off the pulling force, the soul of this second-rank ghost cultivator had already been taken away by this force.

He can conclude in his heart that the master of that power is nearby!
Even hidden in the crowd.

The huge spiritual consciousness swept out undisguised, but nothing was found.

Are you overly concerned?

He Ping'an frowned slightly, suddenly a warning sounded in his heart, and when his figure was in a hurry, he suddenly fled a thousand feet forward.

"boom!"

Just as his figure moved away, a huge ghost claw fell from the sky and hit heavily on the void where He Pingan was standing.

The void trembled, and the sky and the earth roared.

Above the ground, mountains and rivers collapsed, earth dragons turned over, and countless spider web-like cracks spread in all directions, covering a radius of ten miles in an instant, and continued to spread in all directions.

He Ping'an was like lightning, flew to the place where the crowd gathered, waved his sleeves, and moved the people tens of miles away in an instant.

Earth Sha 72: Exorcism!

"Determine the universe!"

With a loud roar, He Ping'an activated the Bajiu Xuangong, and his body turned into a giant of a thousand feet, with golden light shining all over his body, like a golden man made of gold, and his feet stepped heavily on the ground.

"Boom"

The 500-year mana has been integrated into the veins of the earth through the feet, and all the scattered veins of the earth have been fixed and restored.

Immediately, the mountains and rivers returned to their original positions, and the ground destroyed by the earth dragon all returned to its original state.

"call!"

After finishing all this, He Pingan breathed out a long breath, looked at the crowd ten miles away with his spiritual eyes, and his spiritual consciousness also poured out.

Just when he was sneak attacked just now, he had already noticed the fluctuation of Yin Qi of the ghost cultivator hidden in the crowd.

"Gone again!"

After some investigation, He Pingan frowned, and the Yin Qi fluctuations that had been leaked just now had disappeared.

The mind instantly communicated with the main body lying flat in Xuanyang City. The mana on the main body spanned more than 500 miles, and all of it merged into the body of the old Taoist Sanlun. Freeze at 2000 mana.

The mana in his body was as vast as the sea, and He Ping'an's eyes were shining with divine light, and his spiritual eyes swept away, and he had locked on a young white-robed Confucian scholar among the crowd.

With another wave of his sleeve, He Pingan moved the crowd a hundred miles away, leaving only the white-robed Confucian scholar still in place.

The crowd around him suddenly disappeared, and the white-robed Confucian scholar's feminine face froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at He Pingan, who was facing the sky, and bowed down.

"Master Immortal, where did Xiaosheng's companions go?"

"Could it be that he was taken away by a demon?"

The words are sincere, if He Pingan had not discovered his abnormality at this time, I am afraid that he would really be deceived by him.

"It's already here, do you want to continue pretending?"

"Does the master of Wanguimen not want any face?"

He Pingan said with a blank face, and at the same time, his spiritual consciousness locked on the white-robed Confucian scholar kneeling on the ground below. As long as the other party moved slightly, he could be discovered by himself.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist's eyes are as bright as a torch, Xiaosheng Song Mi is willing to bow down!"

Seeing He Ping'an's affirmative tone, the white-robed Confucian scholar smiled awkwardly and stood up from the ground.

He knew that he must have been exposed, but he didn't know what the problem was, and he was a little surprised.

I am a first-rank ghost cultivator, and the yin energy in my body has been completely restrained. If I don't fight with others, few monks can find abnormalities.

What's more, there is still a wisp of the elder sister's original magic power hidden in her body, even a peak monk of the first rank, even a half-step true immortal can hardly find it.

"Master Song, a ghost king, didn't stay in the nether world, why did he come to the world to make trouble?"

He Ping'an's face was cold and stern, and the Jinlin sword in his hand let out a soft moan, ready to cut it down at any time.

"Fellow daoist, why should you be angry about these ants? It's just some blood food. If you don't like it, you just don't show up in Yanzhou in the future."

The master of the Wangui Sect smiled, and his figure rose slowly, flying to the same height as He Pingan.

In his opinion, He Pingan in front of him is just a recluse old monster.

It has been almost 200 years since there has been a true immortal in Daxuan Kingdom, and this old monster is at most a first-rank monk.

For the sake of these insignificant blood food, he retreated far away and did not show up at his place of pure cultivation. As a monk of the same level, he had already given He Pingan enough face.

"Get off!"

He Pingan was extremely displeased that the other party referred to the human race as a blood eater, his complexion changed, and the Jinlin sword in his hand had been slashed off.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it slashed at the master of the Wangui Sect.

"It really gives you a face!"

There was a gloomy look on the face of the master of Wanguimen, he had promised to stay away, but the other party dared to make a move, and if he didn't teach him a lesson, he really thought that he, the master of Wanguimen, was just made of paper.

Opening the folding fan in his hand, there are hundreds of beauties with thousands of poses painted on it, dressed in light gauze, dancing out of the folding fan.

She has a graceful figure, and her frown and smile are alluring.

Meiyin hits the ears, making one's blood rush.

"Mesmerism?"

He Pingan frowned, and the magic power in his body gushed out and merged into the Jinlin sword. The blade suddenly increased several times, and the golden light was as solid as it was, and included all the hundreds of beauties and the masters of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect.

The sword energy was raging, and the hundred ghosts were cut off with one sword, and their souls returned to the underworld. Even the master of the Wangui Sect had no chance to recall their souls.

"not good!"

The master of Wanguimen suddenly discovered that the coquettish technique in his beautiful picture had no effect on He Pingan at all.

Moreover, the opponent's strength is completely different from the previous fight with that second-grade ghost, and it seems that there has been a world-shaking change.

Invincible!

His figure suddenly turned into a phantom, and he retreated ten miles away in an instant.

These hundred ghosts are all beauties of various colors carefully selected by him during his stay in the world for nearly a hundred years, absorbing their yang energy into a cauldron, and refining them into this folding fan that can store the soul.

When it is not in use, open the folding fan, and there will be hundreds of beauties with different expressions and attitudes.

If you want to favor a beauty, you can open the folding fan, and with a thought, the beauty will fly out automatically, and you can do whatever you want.

He called it a stunning hundred beautiful pictures.

It can be said that it was his century-old painstaking efforts.

But it is destroyed in the present day.

The master of Wanguimen was heartbroken, but he had no time to curse.

Because after the terrifying sword light cut across the stunning Baimeitu, it didn't stop for a moment, it crossed ten miles away in an instant, and cut across the sky towards him.

"woooooo"

A burst of howling ghosts and wolves came from the mouth of the master of Wanguimen, directly piercing through the void, and rushed into He Pingan's ears, trying to influence his mind.

"break!"

He Pingan let out a cold snort, and a huge spiritual consciousness came out of his body, directly extinguishing the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Seeing that the spirit attack had no effect, the pale face of the master of Wangui Sect turned from white to blue, and a voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou resounded from his mouth: "The Nether Ghost Claw!"

As the sound fell, he spread his five fingers, and a huge black ghost claw descended from the sky, covering dozens of miles around, and grabbed the Jinlin Sword.

Before the ghost claw fell completely, a terrifying aura spread from the ghost claw, and the surrounding space seemed to be affected by this aura, becoming somewhat distorted.

With a thought in He Ping'an's mind, all the mana in his body was poured into the flying sword.

"Buzz!"

The Jinlin Sword let out a clear sword cry, and the sword light soared, piercing directly into the ghost claw.

"Shh!"

It was as if the Jinlin sword had pierced a piece of rice paper, pierced through the ghost claws of the ghosts, and slashed at the master of the Wangui Sect without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing the Jinlin sword approaching in an instant, the master of the Wangui Sect showed a trace of panic on his face, and his whole body was filled with yin energy. In an instant, his figure turned into hundreds of ghosts, and he was about to flee in all directions.

"boom!"

As soon as the ghosts left the body, as if they had hit an invisible barrier, they bounced back into the body one after another. The master of the Wanguimen suddenly turned ashen and shouted in despair:
"Big sister, save me!"

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