Wang Ping left Kunlun Mountain with everyone.
When he came out, he saw the dejected Fatty Duobao and others.
Although his strength is not weak, he is even stronger than many people among the Twelve Golden Immortals, but he was not selected. It is hard not to feel depressed.
"Why are everyone so depressed? Saint Tongtian hasn't preached yet. He will also accept disciples."
Looking at everyone, Wang Ping smiled happily.
Hearing Wang Ping's voice, everyone was stunned and looked at him.
"I'm afraid that when the time comes, I won't be able to choose!"
Duobao said with a wry smile and shook his head.
Mother Wudang sighed: "I ask myself about my strength, it's not that bad."
"This is fate. Believe me, Saint Tongtian will definitely accept you."
Hearing this, Wang Ping smiled and said that he had just left Kunlun Mountain and he did not dare to speak ill of Yuan Shi.
In fact, what kind of bullshit fate is not just a matter of fundamentals.
Yuanshi didn't choose everyone because their bodies didn't seem to be superior.
Later Yuanshi even used this as an excuse to humiliate Tongtian.
Even those who explain the teachings look down upon those who intercept the teachings.
"Really, Sky-Exploding Demon General?"
After hearing Wang Ping's words, everyone asked in surprise.
Wang Ping patted his chest and said, "That's necessary. Given the relationship between Saint Tongtian and my master, if he doesn't accept you, I'll speak to you, and there will be no problem."
Everyone who was stunned for a moment was overjoyed and thanked them one after another.
In Yuxu Palace, Yuan Shi listened to the conversation outside and revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"I don't want them all. It's strange that Junior Brother Tongtian's Jiejiao has become so bad."
What Yuan Shi didn't know was that it was these people he despised, the Jie Jiao who he despised, who later forced them to join forces with the Four Saints to suppress them.
After returning, Wang Ping started completing tasks day after day.
With Hongjun as a formidable enemy, Wang Ping couldn't help but work hard.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years, and his brother Ping, a fellow Taoist, takes revenge from morning to night.
Wang Ping felt uncomfortable if he didn't deal with Hongjun, the guy who attacked him.
"A hundred years later, I will give a sermon in Biyou Palace, and all living beings can come and listen."
One day, another voice echoed throughout the wilderness.
Wang Ping, who was having a fight with Jiu Ying and others, grinned. He hadn't seen his little brother for a long time.
It took more than five hundred years from the beginning of the sermon to the sound of the voice reaching the sky.
In the past five hundred years, many system tasks have been completed, and Wang Ping's cultivation has accumulated to the limit of the quasi-sage peak.
In other words, Wang Ping no longer has much mana.
As for Wang Ping's physical body, he also developed an arm through various spiritual blood tempering rewards from the system and a thousand years of tempering in the Yuxu Palace.
This blood-moving body-refining technique is really too difficult. If you don't have spiritual blood, you can practice it by yourself for a long, long time.
Wang Ping felt that tens of thousands of years would be fine, but if he continued to temper for hundreds of thousands or millions of years, he would go crazy.
Over the past few hundred years, Wang Ping has collected all the materials for the Demon Refining Pot.
After listening to Tongtian's sermon and killing this guy Fuxi, Wang Ping was ready to start practicing.
Following the system's advice, Wang Ping planned to go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to refine it.
Because only the filth of the Netherworld Blood Sea can block the movement caused by refining the magic weapon.
If it is refined outside, it will be easily noticed by Hongjun and Tiandao.
"Come on, come on, this time I want to challenge Bifang and you guys."
After coming back to his senses, Wang Ping turned his eyes to the group of people ahead.
The system immediately issued a task to Wang Ping.
Because even if the system doesn't send it, Wang Ping will force it, and the system has no choice but to send it anyway.
Soon, Wang Ping started fighting with everyone.
Before I knew it, there were only a few months left before Tongtian preached.
Wang Ping left Demon Court and went to Qingqiu, taking the little fox with him.
Qingqiu is a holy land for the Fox Clan, and cultivation will receive bonuses.
For more than five hundred years, the little fox has been staying in Qingqiu.
Wang Ping, on the other hand, would visit every once in a while and refine some elixirs for the Fox clan.
The previous pills alone were not enough for dozens of quasi-sages to appear in the Fox clan.
After flying all the way, Wang Ping arrived at Biyou Palace on this day.
The location of Biyou Palace is on Penglai Immortal Island.
When we arrived, just like Daluo Mountain and Kunlun Mountain before, there were creatures everywhere.
Wang Ping walked straight to Biyou Palace in a swagger, which inevitably provoked another angry scolding.
However, after knowing that it was Wang Ping, many people shut up obediently.
Now many living beings know Wang Ping's identity and some of the things Wang Ping has done.
It doesn't matter if you don't listen to the saint when he is preaching and don't give the saint face. Who can do it?
As soon as he entered Biyou Palace, Wang Ping saw many familiar figures.
Most of the people here have been to Bajing Palace and Yuxu Palace to listen to the sermons.
Seeing Wang Ping come in, many people greeted him politely.
Because Wang Ping said that he had a way to make Tongtian accept them.
No matter what they think of Wang Ping, in order to become a disciple of Tongtian, they now have to treat Wang Ping respectfully.
Because apart from Tongtian, there are no other saints.
Nuwa has not preached until now. Judging from her meaning, it is obvious that she does not intend to preach anymore.
In other words, I don't plan to accept disciples anymore. Even if I do, I'll probably go out and look for them myself.
The remaining ones are Jieyin and Zhunti.
It's just that these two are even more unreliable and ran away to the western land.
During the battle between Hongjun and Luohu, the western land was devastated, and it has not recovered much over the years.
Everyone doesn't really want to go there. If they go there, their cultivation speed will be affected.
"Demon general, you must say more good things and let Saint Tongtian accept me."
Just when Wang Ping was about to find a place to sit down, a fat middle-aged man stood up and greeted Wang Ping with a flattering smile.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Ping looked confused and asked curiously: "Who are you?"
Wang Ping did not remember all the large groups of people who had been to Bajing Palace and Yuxu Palace.
There are only a few things that Wang Ping can remember.
I'm busy getting stronger every day, so I don't have time to remember these little minions.
"Hey, I'm Dingguang."
The fat man looked at Wang Ping and said.
Wang Ping frowned and his eyes flickered, fixed. Could it be that he was the dead traitor who intercepted the religion?
The person named Dingguang can only be the long-eared Dingguang Immortal among the Seven Immortals who serve in Tongtian. He sold out the Jiejiao religion and went to Buddhism to become Dingguang Happy Buddha.
It's just that Tongtian has not yet been granted the title of Seven Immortals to Attend, and the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal is still called Dingguang.
"Go away, you look like a bitch, answer me truthfully, if you join the Jie Cult, will you rebel?"
Under the unexpected gaze of Chang Er Dingguangxian, Wang Ping snorted coldly and asked with a hint of ridicule in his mouth.
Although he knew the ending, Wang Ping still wanted to ask.
After being stunned for a moment, Chang-er Dingguangxian hurriedly promised seriously: "Absolutely not. I hope the demon general can help me speak."
"Go away, you look like a traitor, stay away from me."
Wang Ping glared at Chang-er Dingguangxian with disdain, then went over and sat next to the little fat man Duobao.
Behind Wang Ping, the long-eared Dingguang Immortal with an ugly face had a fleeting look of resentment in his eyes.
