Wang Ping was stunned for a moment when he heard the system's words.
Although he had guessed that it would take a long time, he did not expect that it would take so many years.
Moreover, the system also said that tens of millions of years are just the beginning. In other words, those who are talented and diligent will need at least this many years.
So if the talent is not good, wouldn't it mean that you will get more, tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years?
The corner of Wang Ping's mouth twitched. He suddenly knew why the system suddenly sent him the blueprint for casting the Demon Refining Pot.
Obviously the system also knew that Hongjun and Tiandao would not let the Lich clan exist for so many years.
If the two lich clans do not fight for a long time, Hongjun and Tiandao will definitely be suspicious.
The purpose of the demon refining pot is to transfer these people into it, making Hongjun and Tiandao think they are dead.
The plan that Wang Ping thought of before was to use the Demon Refining Pot to divert everyone if they didn't become saints by then.
When everyone succeeds in cultivation, he will bring the sainted people to beat Hongjun, but he will not be able to scare him to death.
Although it took longer than he thought, there was nothing he could do about Wang Ping.
The only way to do this is to follow the plan he had thought up before and move the two Lich clans away and let them disappear into the wilderness.
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained fifty copies of the demon refining pot materials."
The system sounded and issued a task to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping glanced at them briefly, and saw that they were all materials whose names he had never heard of before.
"Remember not to teach this method to others. Within the witch clan, only you twelve ancestral witches and the great witch can practice it, not other quasi-sages."
Looking at Xuan Ming and Hou Tu, Wang Ping said solemnly.
The two women knew the importance of the matter and nodded hurriedly.
Seeing this, Wang Ping was extremely satisfied and said: "We can continue to study the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation without any conflict."
The blood-moving and body-refining technique is really time-consuming, and it will probably take some time to become a saint after you finish practicing it.
The Twelve Capital Gods' Formation can be regarded as a guarantee of safety, which can at least make Hongjun afraid.
Xuan Ming nodded, keeping Wang Ping's words in mind.
"We will discuss specific countermeasures when the Ten Golden Crows are rampant. Then you will know that I am not talking nonsense."
After pondering for a while, Wang Ping said again.
By that time, his demon refining pot must have been successfully refined. He could transfer these people in quietly and create the illusion of their death.
Now that the Witch Clan is almost settled, Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun should not have much of a problem when they return to the Demon Court.
In the following time, Wang Ping did not continue to refine the Holy Body of Dou Zhan, but was busy exchanging various heavenly and earthly treasures with the people of the Witch Clan for materials for refining the Demon Refining Pot.
When there was only one month left before the one-year period, Wang Ping quietly left the Wu clan.
The ancestral witches of the witch clan are all practicing the blood-moving and body-refining techniques taught by Wang Ping in seclusion.
However, according to Wang Ping's request, from time to time, the great ancestral witch would go out to fight.
This move was naturally done to prevent Hongjun and Tiandao from suspecting.
Naturally, everyone in the Wu clan has no objection to this. The art of moving blood and refining the body must be practiced, and the holy body must not be left behind in the battle.
After leaving the Wu Clan, Wang Ping quietly changed his appearance to the identity of the Sky-Exploding Demon General.
With Wang Ping's speed, he hurriedly arrived at the place only three days before the sermon.
As soon as he passed by, Wang Ping saw a dense crowd of people, which was no exaggeration compared to the grand occasion of Hongjun's sermon.
It's just that most of the people who came were casual cultivators with little influence, and only a few people from the Demon Court came.
From the Wu Clan, no one came, because the people from the Wu Clan knew about it, and even if they came, they wouldn’t understand.
Wang Ping did not stop and flew over the crowd. His consciousness scanned below, searching for Shang Yang's figure.
When he left the Demon Court, he said that he was coming when the Grand Master was giving his sermon. With Shang Yang's temperament, he would surely come.
"Damn, boy, you come down here and you dare to fly in the saint's territory."
"Don't be shy, boy, your behavior is cutting in line. Don't you want to live?"
"Come down quickly, or don't blame everyone for being rude and beat you to death!"
Wang Ping's flagrant flying behavior directly aroused an outcry.
Everyone was polite and arranged in order from the inside to the outside when they arrived. Naturally, there was no one who suddenly flew forward and seemed to want to squeeze to the front.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm looking for someone."
Wang Ping said embarrassedly with a sneer.
Brother Ping can be unreasonable, but he can't be polite. After all, it's his fault.
"Shang Yang, where are you?"
After searching for a long time but not finding it, Wang Ping shouted.
Seeing Wang Pingfei in the sky and yelling, everyone immediately stopped and the curses were even more violent than before.
But there were not all ignorant people in the crowd. Some people heard Wang Ping's shout, considered it carefully, and their expressions suddenly changed.
"Shh, stop talking, don't cause trouble. He is from the Demon Court. His name is Shang Yang. Not surprisingly, he is one of the twelve famous Demon Saints in the Demon Court."
"What, it's true or false, no wonder you dare to be so crazy, it turns out you are from the Demon Court."
"Why do the people of Demon Court come to listen to the sermon? They are so powerful, do they still need to come to listen to the sermon?"
"It's true, the Supreme Saint, why didn't you say no people from the Demon Court would be allowed to come?"
"Shut up, you want to die, how dare you speak against the saint."
There was a lot of discussion, but few scolded Wang Ping. Many people looked at Wang Ping with a trace of fear in their eyes.
Not long after Wang Ping finished speaking, a figure emerged from the Bajing Palace on the mountain in front.
"Brother Zha Tian, I'm here."
Of course it was Shang Yang who came out, waving his hands happily.
Wang Ping, with a faint smile on his face, roared over.
When they heard Shang Yang calling Wang Ping, the crowd burst into uproar again.
Asking a demon saint from the demon court to call him brother, who is this guy and what is his identity?
"Could it be that he is the famous Sky-Exploding Demon General?"
Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
Wang Ping's reputation as the Sky-exploding Demon General is not a small one. When he was refining weapons, the visions were astonishing, and no one knew about it.
Even though he has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, there are still people who remember him as the master of weapon refining in Demon Court.
Also, Wang Ping's return more than a hundred years ago also caused a lot of trouble.
There is no airtight wall in the world, and Wang Ping's deeds must have spread unknowingly from the Demon Court.
It is not an exaggeration to say that some people have heard of him.
"What, it's actually the weapon refining master from Demon Court? It is said that his master is the even more famous Senior Brother Ping."
"I just missed a good opportunity to build a relationship with a master of weapon refining. I'm so heartbroken."
"Who is Senior Brother Ping? Why don't I know?"
"Are you stupid? Senior Brother Ping doesn't even know about it. Come on, come on, let me tell you about his glorious history."
Amidst everyone's discussion, Wang Ping flew to the gate of Bajing Palace.
Several people standing beside him hurriedly squeezed to make way for Wang Ping to land.
Wang Ping smiled politely at several people and thanked them several times before falling down.
