"It is detected that the human race needs Fuxi, please choose."
"1. Convince Fuxi to commit suicide and reward him with the seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques to Exorcise the Gods."
"Two, as the great witch witch slayer, kill Fuxi, lay the foundation for the lich catastrophe, and reward the magic weapon Purple Gold Bell."
"Third, kill Fuxi as Brother Ping, so that Hongjun will have a good impression of the host and no longer have the intention of killing the host. As a reward, he will be rewarded with ten rays of Hongmeng's purple energy."
The system had just finished explaining to Wang Ping and quickly issued the task.
After comparing them, Wang Ping became a little embarrassed.
He was mainly struggling with the second and third options. The first option was obviously unrealistic.
No matter how deceptive he is, he can't deceive people into committing suicide. Fuxi is not a fool.
The difference between the second and third options is that one kills as Wu Zhan and the other kills as his original identity.
After struggling for a while, Wang Ping finally chose the third option because of the options.
Hongmeng Ziqi, this is a very cool thing, far ahead of Zijin Ling.
Although the purple golden bell is also a good magic weapon, it depends on how it compares.
The key is that this option can lower Hongjun's alertness and make Hongjun confused about what Wang Ping wants to do.
Don't Hongjun and Tiandao want to cause chaos in the ancient world? Well, Wang Ping will come to help kill him, but Hongjun is confused about the custody.
"System, what does this Hongmeng Purple Qi do? Why did I hear that it seems to be necessary for becoming a saint?"
After deciding which one to choose, Wang Ping asked about the system.
The system replied: "This is a cultivation object between heaven and earth that is more advanced than spiritual energy and is still above the chaotic energy."
"Host, do you know what Chaos was before? Yes, it is Hongmeng, the Chaos Demon God. He is not the first creature in the prehistoric world, but the Hongmeng Demon God."
Wang Ping was stunned, what the hell, Hongmeng Demon God?
Since there is Hongmeng Demon God, why hasn't he seen that person? What he knows is from the time of Chaos.
Thinking of this, Wang Ping hurriedly asked.
"You don't need to know about this host for the time being. As I said before, you must become stronger first, and then you will be qualified to contact him. Even if I tell you now, will it be useful?"
The system didn't tell Wang Ping, and it made a lot of sense.
Wang Ping said plausibly and confidently: "It's useful. It can satisfy my curiosity."
"Get out, get out, curiosity killed Brother Flathead, you know?"
A system with a dark face and a bad temper.
Wang Ping pouted: "I don't study well, don't fool me. Didn't curiosity kill the cat? Brother Flathead is immune to all poisons and has rough skin and thick flesh, so he is not afraid."
"Okay, stop talking. I really can't tell you that this Hongmeng Purple Qi is used to fill the space of the Demon Refining Pot. As you know, host, the Demon Refining Pot has its own space."
"There can't be nothing in the space. Throw a few rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi into it, and many things will slowly evolve. This Hongmeng Purple Qi is also called the foundation of the great avenue."
The speechless system interrupted Wang Ping and explained to Wang Ping the purpose of Hongmeng Ziqi.
Wang Ping frowned and said: "Throw the demon refining pot into space. I haven't collected all the materials for refining yet. Can I swallow it to increase my strength?"
"It's possible, but if you swallow this thing, your spiritual energy will greatly overwhelm the strength of your physical body, which is very detrimental to your practice of blood-moving and body-refining techniques."
After pondering for a while, the system answered.
The stunned Wang Ping thought for a while: "Forget it, I'll swallow it later."
"Well, if you throw this Hongmeng Purple Qi into the space of the newly refined Demon Refining Pot, you can generate more Hongmeng Purple Qi. You won't have to worry about not being able to get it in the future."
The system is very satisfied with Wang Ping's decision.
At this time, the Supreme Being came back to his senses after digesting part of the Tao Te Ching passed down by Wang Ping, his face full of ecstasy.
"Every word is precious and contains profound Taoist charm. Fellow Taoist brother Ping is truly an extraordinary person."
The Supreme Being was so excited that he sighed repeatedly.
Wang Ping's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt funny in his heart, but he just didn't know what the Supreme Emperor would think if he knew that he actually wrote this thing.
But if he told it in advance, the Supreme Being would never know about it.
After a brief chat with Wang Ping, the Supreme Being thought of business.
Looking across the crowd, the Supreme Master said: "The sermon is over. I want to recruit two disciples to pass on my teachings."
As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly exploded and everyone became excited.
In addition to wanting to learn and improve their strength, they came to listen to the Tao. Another reason was that they thought the Supreme Master might accept disciples like Hongjun, and wanted to try their luck.
It turned out that their guess was correct. The Supreme Being really wanted to recruit disciples, but it was a pity that there were only two of them.
Wang Ping looked on with a smile, he already knew who it was.
"You, you, come out."
In the expectant eyes of everyone, the Supreme Leader nodded to the two of them.
The two people who were called out were a middle-aged man who looked unkempt and slovenly, and the other was a young man with a simple and honest face.
Seeing that the Supreme Leader had chosen someone, the others were very disappointed and depressed.
"What's your name? Will you join me in the future?"
The Supreme Being looked at the two of them with a smile and asked.
Such a simple and honest young man hurriedly prostrated himself: "Of course I am willing, disciple Xuandu."
The slovenly middle-aged man muttered: "As a disciple of your saint, will there be many things that will affect my drinking and wandering around the world?"
Wang Ping on the side couldn't stop laughing. That young man was the Great Master of Xuandu, and this slovenly middle-aged man could only be Master Du'e.
I never thought that the famous Duer Zhenren would be so virtuous.
"Tao follows nature. You are free to do whatever you want. Do you just say you are willing?"
The Supreme Being was also amused by Master Du'e, and shook his head helplessly.
Hearing this, Master Du'e muttered: "That's okay, I am willing. By the way, my name is Du'e."
After accepting his disciples, the Supreme Being drove all living beings away from Daluo Mountain.
Of course, Wang Ping, the distinguished guest, was not among these people.
"The Supreme Saint, I want to ask you for some treasures."
Looking at the Supreme Being, Wang Ping didn't waste any time and made another request to come to Bajing Palace.
Due to the grace of preaching in the past, the Supreme Being fully agreed.
Wang Ping, who was very excited, followed the Supreme Leader to the Supreme Treasure House.
Wang Ping was not polite and took away all the heavenly and earthly treasures and demon refining pot materials that were useful for his cultivation.
"Thank you for your generosity, Supreme Saint. When I meet Master again, I will definitely tell him to help you learn more about his understanding of the Tao."
When leaving the Bajing Palace, Wang Ping smiled and said to the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being nodded happily: "You're welcome. If so, then I'd like to thank you, little friend Zhaotian. I'm very grateful."
After receiving the scriptures that Wang Ping passed down to him, the Supreme Being found that his understanding of the Tao had deepened a lot.
Although the level of cultivation cannot be improved after becoming a saint, the attack methods are still available.
The deeper your understanding of Taoism, the more powerful your attacks will naturally be.
The Supreme Being is still looking forward to some of the Taoist insights from Brother Ping.
