In the boundless land, Wang Ping was wandering around.
Of course, Wang Ping was not wandering without purpose. On the one hand, he was inquiring about the whereabouts of Yao Ji, and on the other hand, he was looking for various natural and earthly treasures.
His Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique requires swallowing a lot of things to increase his strength a little bit.
"What is the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu used for? It has been refined for so many years and there is no response."
On the flying gourd, Wang Ping dragged his chin, feeling very depressed.
At that time, after receiving Pangu's essence and blood, he thought he could soar into the sky and hit the quasi-sage or something.
But it turned out that this was not the case. After Pangu's essence and blood entered his body, it stayed somewhere in his body, motionless.
No matter how Ren Wangping used the Great Desolate Heaven Swallowing Technique, the blood essence and blood were still the same as before.
After he got it, Wang Ping wanted to drain out the drop of blood to see if there was something wrong.
However, the Pangu essence and blood that entered his body was like taking root and sprouting, and it was useless no matter how much spiritual energy was used to push it away.
In the end, Wang Ping had to give up caring about this drop of blood.
However, every time he practiced, he would always feel the presence of this drop of essence and blood in his body, and he couldn't help but want to try it.
"A hundred years later, I will preach for the second time in Zixiao Palace, and all living beings in the wild can come and listen."
Just when Wang Ping was feeling depressed, a rumbling sound suddenly resounded throughout the world.
When the sound came out, the whole wilderness was boiling, and many people cheered and were excited.
Some people who went to listen to the sermon for the first time actually arrived at the Zixiao Palace early, for fear of missing out, or because they wanted to grab a good seat and win Hongjun's favor.
However, Wang Ping knew that there was no chance for this second sermon.
In this lecture, except for getting the cultivation method to break through to the quasi-sage, the location makes no difference.
And it was impossible for Hongjun to accept any more disciples.
"It has been detected that Hongjun's second sermon is about to begin, please select."
"First, if you don't listen to the Tao and make Hongjun jealous, you will be rewarded with a Sky-shattering Bow."
"Two, go and listen to the sermon, pretend to be stupid and pass the test, and you will be rewarded with a somersault cloud."
When Hongjun's voice sounded, the system popped up in Wang Ping's mind and announced the choice.
Wang Ping was not surprised. He knew that the system would definitely jump out at this time. At this time, Wang Ping was already evaluating two options.
When he heard that in the first option, Hongjun would be jealous if he didn't go, Wang Ping couldn't help but darken his face.
If you don’t listen to the sermon, you will be afraid. Xiao Hongzi, why are you so narrow-minded? Brother Ping, I don’t want to do anything to you.
You are your Taoist ancestor, Brother Ping and I are playing the ancient times, there is no conflict, right?
The speechless Wang Ping really didn't know what to say, so just go. In fact, he wanted to go too.
Apart from anything else, I really benefited a lot from listening to Hongjun's lectures, and it was so fast to improve my strength.
After listening to it for a thousand years, Wang Ping estimated that even if he failed to become a quasi-sage, reaching the peak of Daluo should not be a problem.
Isn't it just pretending to be stupid? As a time traveler who was severely beaten and brainwashed by various TV novels of later generations, hehe, he is proficient.
Moreover, the content of the reward made Wang Ping very excited. It turned out to be Monkey King's somersault cloud.
Although this thing may not be of much help to him now, it can be given away.
The key is that this thing belongs to that monkey, it is a kind of sentiment, and it is good to enjoy it.
You must give it a try when the time comes and see if a somersault is a thousand miles away.
After Hongjun finished speaking, the shadow of Zixiao Palace appeared between heaven and earth. Zixiao Palace was still in its original position and had not moved.
Wang Ping glanced at it and asked whether it was close to him or far away.
At his speed, ten or eight years would pass by, so Wang Ping was not in a hurry and continued wandering around the wilderness.
Unknowingly, decades later, on this day, Wang Ping, who was walking around, discovered something.
Along the way, he didn't find a single living being, which was really strange.
Wang Ping, who was endlessly curious, tried to find any clues.
Not to mention, after his search, he really found something.
These disappeared creatures were eaten by an unknown being, and there was a strong smell of resentment and blood nearby.
Wang Ping followed all the way, and after more than ten years, he finally got some clues.
The one that attacks and kills all living beings seems to be a ferocious monster insect.
"Six-winged golden cicada?"
Wang Ping frowned, thoughtfully.
However, there are only more than ten years left before the centenary period. The sermon is about to begin, and there is no time for Wang Ping to search for it.
"Forget it, I'll come back to you after listening to the sermon."
After thinking for a long time, Wang Ping finally decided to listen to the sermon.
The prehistoric world is originally a world where the weak eat the strong, and chaos is the theme.
The creatures who were killed were actually not innocent, and their hands were more or less stained with all kinds of blood.
It's just that they appear weak and miserable in front of the more ferocious six-winged golden cicada, which is not the case.
In the face of beings weaker than them, they might be more ferocious than the six-winged golden cicada.
Wang Ping asked himself that he was not a compassionate saint, and he could not take care of such things one by one.
Along the direction of Zixiao Palace, Wang Ping rode a gourd and hurried all the way.
More than ten years later, Wang Ping arrived at Zixiao Palace.
Before they passed, I saw dense figures in the distance.
Compared to the first time I heard the sermon, the number of creatures this time was countless times greater.
Wang Ping didn't push forward, just found a spot and landed.
Within a radius of thousands of miles of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's sermons can be heard without incident.
Because of the gourd, Wang Ping attracted the attention of many people.
Although Wang Ping came forward, not everyone knew Wang Ping. To be precise, most people did not know.
For a time, many people looked at Wang Ping and started talking loudly.
"Hello fellow Taoist, may I sit next to you?"
Just as Wang Ping was listening to the people around him discussing him, a voice sounded in Wang Ping's ears.
Wang Ping, who was stunned for a moment, looked curiously and saw a fat little man with a round face and a happy face.
"Whatever, this is not my territory."
Wang Ping said nonchalantly and continued to listen to the chatter of the people around him with interest.
The little fat man smiled naively and said, "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist. I'm Duobao. What's your name?"
"What? Are you Duobao?"
The confused Wang Ping turned his head dully after listening to the little fat man's words.
Could it be that this is Taoist Duobao, the chief disciple of Tongtian, the future Tathagata Buddha?
Not to mention, looking at the little fat man’s round and blessed face, Wang Ping felt that the possibility was very high!
"Ah, I'm Duobao, fellow Taoist, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Seeing Wang Ping's expression, Duobao looked puzzled and asked cautiously.
Wang Ping, who came back to his senses, laughed playfully, went over and pinched Duobao's big round face, and pulled it hard a few times. It felt good and very elastic.
Before Duobao could get angry, Wang Ping said mysteriously: "Little fat Duobao, I said that Zu Hongjun is my buddy, do you believe it?"
