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

Chapter 67

Seeing that he was invincible, the master of the Wangui Sect roared, releasing a terrifying yin energy that had been hidden in his body for a long time.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the soaring yin energy seemed to turn into substance. The sky was dark, and the dark clouds were churning endlessly, as if there were blood-colored thunder and lightning looming in it.

A gust of icy cold wind blew by, and a cold phantom suddenly appeared in front of the master of the Wanguimen.

"Little brother, have you gotten into trouble again?"

The cold phantom glanced at the piercing sharp sword light, frowned slightly, and then lightly pointed out with his pale jade fingers.

In an instant, all the cloudy air in the surrounding area gathered on this finger, and as soon as the finger was pointed out, all the sound images were completely silent, and it seemed that only the collision between the sword and the finger remained in the sky and the earth.

"boom!"

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the Jinlin sword flew upside down and fell into He Ping'an's hand.

The scallion-white jade finger was chopped into pieces, but then the Yin Qi gathered, and the finger reappeared above the cold phantom.

The aftermath of the endless wind swept away in all directions, and even the dark clouds that hid the thunder and lightning in the sky were torn apart by the aftermath, dissipating invisible, revealing the bright full moon in the sky.

"Ghost fairy?"

He Ping'an frowned, and with a wave of his sleeve, he put away all the aftermath scattered around, so as not to accidentally injure innocent people.

This phantom has a high level of cultivation, and it seems that he has reached the state of detachment that Changchun Master said. Even with his 8000 years of mana, he is not sure of victory.

Unexpectedly, Qing Leng Xuying on the opposite side also stretched out her jade hand at the same time, and gently grasped it, all the aftermath flew back and fell into her body.

"This fellow Taoist, you and I are fighting, I'm afraid we will hurt innocent people, why don't we just stop here?"

The cold woman's white dress was fluttering, she was as black as ink, and she looked at He Pingan indifferently.

"It's not impossible to give up."

He Pingan paused for a moment, and then said: "The person behind you must be handed over!"

The woman in white turned her head and glanced at Song Mian behind her, with a trace of doubt on her untouched face: "I don't know why this fellow Taoist is making things difficult for my younger brother. If it's not a big deal, how about just exposing it?"

"A million lives, do you think it's a big deal!"

He Ping'an smiled grimly, and the Jinlin sword in his hand whined softly, as if he was already hungry and thirsty.

Song Mi didn't kill a million people, but He Pingan counted all the people killed by Wan Guimen Guixiu on his head.

If there is no him, how can there be this Lao Shizi Wan Guimen?

"A million lives?"

"How is it possible, although my younger brother is a bit naughty"

The white-clothed woman spoke halfway, and she seemed to feel that something was wrong. After all, the other party was also a cultivator in the realm of detachment, and under normal circumstances, she would not talk nonsense.

Mainly disdain!
She turned her head and swept towards Song Xian, and saw that the breath in his body was filthy, the evil spirit was solid, and there were endless grievances lingering in the evil spirit, unable to reincarnate.

The face that seemed unchanged for thousands of years changed color instantly, and he asked sharply: "My younger brother, is what this fellow Taoist said true?"

"Sister, I just ate a few blood food, what's the matter?"

"Snapped!"

The woman in white slapped Song Xian on the face, flying him upside down for dozens of miles before he stopped. Almost all the yin energy in his body was scattered, and his realm instantly fell to the sixth-grade ghost cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, is this enough?"

The beautiful face of the woman in white was covered with frost, and she was obviously furious in her heart.

He Pingan glanced at Song Miao, whose cultivation base of a thousand years was almost destroyed, and said lightly, "Not enough!"

"What else do fellow Daoists do?"

"Don't force people too much!"

The woman in white was clearly on the verge of going berserk.

He Pingan didn't seem to hear the threat hidden in her tone, and said firmly: "Of course it's debt repayment, and murder to pay for life!"

"Since he is already a ghost cultivator, let his soul fly away!"

As soon as his voice fell, all the 8000 years of strength in his body poured into the golden sword in his hand, and he slashed down with a single sword. The sky was full of golden sword shadows, and the target was Song Xian in the distance.

The sword light was like lightning, and it was in front of Song Xian in an instant, and he was about to be wiped out in just an instant.

"Fellow Daoist, show mercy!"

The figure of the woman in white was elusive, and she was clearly in front of He Pingan before, but when she saw him slashing out with a sword, she immediately disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the Jinlin Sword.

The yin energy of the world fluctuated, and all the yin energy in a radius of a hundred miles merged into her green jade finger, and then pointed out again, turning into a cloudy air overwhelming the sky to meet the golden sword light.

In the sky within a radius of a hundred miles, there are only two colors left, half of which is golden sword light, and the other half is gray-black Yin Qi.

The two attacks were extremely powerful, but they were silent. In the sky, for a while, the gray-black yin energy prevailed, and for a while, the golden sword light wiped out the gray-black yin energy.

After ten breaths, the golden lin sword radiated great light, cutting off the gray-black yin energy with a single stroke, the sword light swept across, and half of the white-clothed woman's phantom disappeared into nothingness.

The Jinlin sword was exhausted and flew back into He Ping'an's hand.

"Friend Daoist's mana is profound, Bai Hong is ashamed to be inferior."

The cold woman waved her hand to condense her yin energy, and the half of her body that was cut off returned to normal, but her figure became a little transparent and empty: "However, it is not easy for you to keep us, so why don't you just let it go, Bai Hong promised to strictly discipline you in the future, He is no longer allowed to set foot in the world, what do you think, Fellow Daoist?"

He Pingan was noncommittal, secretly wondering if the white-clothed woman disappeared instantly just now, was it just a flash?

If it was teleportation, it would be really difficult to keep Song Mi's life today.

No, not teleportation!
He found that although the woman disappeared in an instant before, she dispersed her Yin Qi and reappeared because Yin Qi is everywhere in the world.

All you need is a thought to gather the Yin Qi again in another place.

In this way, although it is not teleportation, it is close to teleportation.

Knowing how she disappeared instantly, He Pingan had a way to restrain himself.

The Jinlin sword in his hand was put into the dantian, activated by the Bajiu Xuangong, and turned into a golden man of thousands of feet, standing in the void, like a golden god.

With a thought, the golden light filled the sky, covering the entire hundred miles nearby.

Within a hundred miles, the sky and the earth were clear, and all the yin energy was dispelled by the golden light.

"Come again!"

He Pingan punched out violently, and the power of his body was activated to the extreme. The golden punch was like a round of rising sun, and wherever it went, even the void was rippled.

The cold woman's complexion changed, and only then did she realize that He Ping'an's use of physical strength was much stronger than that of a sword.

For the first time, a cautious look appeared on her face, the white skirt on her body silently changed into a silver bone armor, and a long bone sword with a faint cold light suddenly appeared in her hand.

"break!"

The cold voice resounded through the world, the bone sword suddenly fell, a white light piercing the sky and the earth flashed, and the power of endless killing surged. In the eyes of everyone, only the white light penetrating the sky and the earth was left, and no other eyes could be seen. anything.

When the white light came into contact with the golden fist strength, it didn't explode as the cold woman imagined.

Looking intently, after the golden fist strength, He Ping'an's figure has been lost.

A ray of golden light converged and flew towards Song Mi in the distance.

"Shameless!"

The cold woman let out angrily, and with a thought, she wanted to repeat the old trick and gather Yin Qi around Song Mian.

However, he found that the Yin Qi within a hundred miles had been dispelled by the golden light, unable to condense the phantom at all, and for the first time a trace of panic appeared on his always cold face.

At this time, He Pingan's triumphant voice came faintly: "Soldiers never tire of deceit."

The cold woman was anxious, her crescent eyebrows stood upright, and her thoughts instantly communicated with the body of the nether world. A powerful and terrifying Yin Qi penetrated the void, and opened a strange dark red vortex channel ten feet wide in the void beside Song Xian.

There were bursts of howling ghosts and wolves coming out of the dark red passage, and countless evil spirits struggled to climb out of it, but they were pulled in by the strange suction in the vortex, and Song Xian's ghost body was also pulled in, constantly Fall into the channel.

"Don't think about it!"

He Pingan let out a roar, and the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu was running to the extreme, the golden liquid flowed on the thousand-foot golden body, the golden fist shadow blasted out, a golden sun rose above the head, and the void trembled.

The dark red vortex channel also seemed to be suppressed by this powerful punch, the vortex stopped rotating, Song Mi's face was full of fear, and the ghost body floated in the channel without falling.

Just as the golden fist hit near the dark red passage, a white phantom suddenly flashed from the side, blocking the dark red passage, and in a hurry, the white sword light cut down and greeted the golden fist shadow.

"boom!"

The golden fist shadow fell, and the white sword light that was hastily fighting was shattered.

"Old Taoist priest, I, Song Baihong, remember you!"

The white phantom uttered an angry shout, and then it shattered like glass, and was completely submerged by the golden fist shadow.

The golden fist shadow was blocked for a moment, and the vortex of the dark red nether channel took the opportunity to resume operation, sucking Song Mi into the nether world.

But most of the aftermath of the fight still blasted into the Netherworld along the dark red passage. Song Mian was swept by the aftermath, and the ghost's body was shattered immediately, and he should not be able to survive.

Then the golden and white light faded away, and above the sky, a dark red passage was rapidly shrinking.

As long as ordinary people take a look at it, they will feel dizzy and their souls will fly out of their bodies.

In just one breath, that channel was completely closed and disappeared into the sky.

Only He Ping'an's thousand-zhang golden body was left standing above the void.

Faint bloodshots emerged from the corner of his mouth, it was a bit of backlash from the blow he had just had with Song Baihong, but it was not serious.

As long as you adjust your breath for a while, this clone can be restored.

On the contrary, he gained a lot from the battle with Song Baihong, which gave him a deeper understanding of transcending the border, and he needed to find a place to study it.

My own cultivation base does not match the realm of this world, but after this battle, I found that I have 8000 years of cultivation base, and if I use my eighty-nine profound arts with all my strength, I should be able to fight against a true immortal.

Although both he and Song Baihong are avatars, the other party is fighting across borders, and losing the avatar to him does not mean that the main body will lose to him.

But this Song Baihong, He Pingan shook his head secretly when he thought of it, helping his younger brother, it was really scary
"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life!"

"The immortal is mighty!"

The people below, who had been frightened a little since Song Mian's appearance, finally let out a sigh of relief and cheered from below.

He Pingan bowed to the people below, and then turned into a golden light and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to send a voice message to the people who opened the restaurant: "When the pindao goes to the restaurant, you are not allowed to renege on your debt!"

Half an hour later, several light-dissipating meteors rushed here month by month.

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