In Wuzhuang Temple, Wang Ping met Ancestor Hongyun.
To be precise, it is the soul of Ancestor Hongyun.
After not seeing each other for many years, Ancestor Hongyun’s soul was much weaker than when we first met him.
Things like Yuan Shen cannot last forever and will eventually dissipate completely as time goes by.
For so many years, Ancestor Hongyun has been hiding in Jiujiu Sanpo Gourd, and with the help of Zhen Yuanzi, he is in pretty good shape.
"Brother Ping, I really don't know how to thank you. Hongyun, I..."
Looking at Wang Ping, Ancestor Hongyun was so excited that his whole body trembled with tears.
But now Ancestor Hongyun is the Yuanshen, and with this cry, the energy of the Yuanshen flows away directly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Lao Hong, don't be excited. I have to wait until you condense into a physical body to say thank you."
Wang Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waved his hand to take out the more than 10,000 bottles of spiritual blood.
Ancestor Hongyun, who was also frightened, quickly wiped away his non-existent tears and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Wang Ping had already passed the Ten Thousand Blood Counter Spirit Body to Ancestor Hongyun before, and Ancestor Hongyun knew how to use it.
Next to it, Zhen Yuanzi found a large bucket and poured all the spiritual blood into it.
Based on his relationship with Ancestor Hongyun, Ancestor Hongyun had already revealed the method.
"Done, we can start."
Looking at the bucket full of water, Zhen Yuanzi smiled at Patriarch Hongyun.
Nodding, Ancestor Hongyun floated up and got into the barrel.
As Ancestor Hongyun used the method of Ten Thousand Bloods to Reverse the Spirit, the spiritual blood in the barrel suddenly began to tumble like a tumbling force.
Wang Ping watched from a distance with his eyes flickering. Although he had obtained this spell, it was actually the first time for him to see someone use it, and he was a little curious about the effect.
Compared to Wang Ping, Zhen Yuanzi next to him was much more nervous. The relationship between Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun Patriarch, two good buddies, was indeed extraordinary.
As Wang Ping and Zhen Yuanzi watched, their spiritual blood kept churning. This was still the case after waiting for a long time.
The confused Wang Ping scratched his head and said: "Looking at this situation, it seems that it will take longer than we thought."
"Is there something wrong?" Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wang Ping with some uncertainty.
His face turned dark, and Wang Ping said angrily: "Get out of here, Brother Ping, how could there be anything wrong with the method I provided?"
"I want you to watch here while I go to your Wuzhuang Temple."
Under Zhen Yuanzi's wry smile, Wang Ping slipped out.
Over the years, under the management of Zhen Yuanzi, Wuzhuang Temple has begun to take shape.
Wang Ping wandered along and met many disciples accepted by Zhen Yuanzi.
When everyone saw Wang Ping, they all saluted with respectful faces and admiring eyes.
After wandering around for a while, Wang Ping, who felt very bored, suddenly came up with a good idea.
Doesn't his fighting holy body need to be tempered in battle? It's just right to practice it with the apprentices of Zhen Yuanzi's family.
After finding a deserted place, Wang Ping used his Mortal Transformation Technique to transform into a burly man.
Satisfied, Wang Ping squeezed the powerful muscles on his body and jumped out.
After walking a few steps, Wang Ping met two Wuzhuang Temple disciples who were passing by.
Seeing a stranger suddenly appear, the expressions of the two disciples suddenly changed.
"Who are you, and how did you sneak into our Wuzhuang Temple?"
The two asked, glaring at Wang Ping warily.
Wang Ping smiled strangely: "Are you stupid? You all said that I sneaked in. How could I tell you my identity?"
"What? How dare you, my Wuzhuang Temple, is not a place where you can sneak in and die."
After being stunned for a moment, the two disciples showed angry expressions on their faces, and each took out a sword.
After feeling the cultivation of the two of them, Wang Ping happily suppressed his strength to a level three levels lower than the two of them.
Dou Zhan Holy Body has to fight constantly and evolve again and again in desperate situations. With his strength, he is about three lower realms.
The main thing is that the two people in front of him are not famous figures, otherwise he would probably have to fight with two small realms.
The two men came to kill them with swords. Wang Ping did not use any other moves, he just turned the Holy Body of Fighting and used the Powerful Divine Fist to meet them.
Amidst the clanging sound, the three of them fought together.
The two Wuzhuangguan disciples were horrified. They did not expect that Wang Ping would catch their sword moves with his bare hands.
But then they discovered that Wang Ping was not injured at all, as if he had a bronze head and an iron bone.
"This person has some evil ways, so I'll take action with all my strength."
The two disciples of Wuzhuang Temple looked at each other and did not look down upon Wang Ping because his cultivation level was lower than theirs.
In the backyard, when he heard the faint sound of fighting, Zhen Yuanzi was stunned for a moment, and his spiritual consciousness came out curiously.
After a few glances, Zhen Yuanzi immediately concluded that Wang Ping was playing tricks with his disciples.
"Brother Ping, what is this fellow Daoist doing? His method of transformation is so wonderful that he can't find any flaws."
Zhen Yuanzi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Fellow Taoist brother Ping was really amazing, but with this kind of character, he always felt that he was not that mature.
And the way he acts is completely confusing.
After watching for a while, Zhen Yuanzi stopped looking and focused his attention on Ancestor Hongyun who was reuniting his body, his eyes full of worry.
The strength of the two disciples was even worse than Wang Ping imagined. They had crossed the third level of minor realms, and he was stunned to have beaten them down without much time.
There was a lot of movement in the fight, and figures rushed over from all directions.
"It has been detected that Wuzhuang Temple disciples are besieging the host, please select."
"One, hide your identity, make a big fuss in Wuzhuang Temple, overthrow all the disciples, and be rewarded with a Nine-turn Alchemy Sutra."
"Two, show your identity and show that you are just playing, and be rewarded with a copy of the magic ghost step."
"Third, there is no need to fight. You can use your cultivation to tease the Wuzhuang Temple disciples and reward them with the magic weapon Moye Sword."
Before anyone could get closer, the system came forward and issued a task to Wang Ping.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Ping showed a faint smile, "Okay, okay."
This time, the reward given to him by the system was no longer the materials for refining Fu Xi Qin, but a method for refining alchemy.
Not long ago, he mentioned the Infinite Divine Palm to the system. It seems that with this alchemy scripture, the elixir he can refine can realize his idea.
If this is the case, his brother Ping's combat effectiveness will definitely not double or triple in the future!
Let me ask you, if he strikes with all his strength in every move, who can bear it if he takes a few more moves?
Even those at the pinnacle of quasi-sage might not have such powerful magic power to support such squandering.
The option corresponding to this reward is to let Wang Ping cause trouble in Wuzhuang Temple and overthrow all the disciples.
Originally, Wang Ping had planned this way, and he could still hone the Holy Body of Dou Zhan.
Although he planned to choose the first one and the next two options, Wang Ping still listened patiently.
The second option allows him to reveal his identity directly. This is something he can do if he is full!
If you want to show it, there is no need to hide it in the first place.
The reward is a spell called Ghost Step, which sounds pretty good.
But comparatively speaking, what he needs most right now is alchemy.
His body skills include Xiaoyaoyou Tianbu, which is absolutely no worse than this ghost step.
The third option is to let him play with the audience of Wuzhuang and amuse them.
While the options are nice and interesting, they don't really make sense.
The reward is the magic weapon Moye Sword, which is quite famous.
This sword is the magic weapon of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, and was later given to his disciple Huang Tianhua.
The speechless Wang Ping frowned, why did it belong to this guy Huang Tianhua again.
During the previous system missions, there were fire dragon symbols, heart-shaped nails, and so on. This time, the Moye Sword appeared again.
Is it possible that this guy is destined to his brother Ping?
