Seeing Wang Ping's unkind eyes, the few casual cultivators who didn't agree were startled.
Not only Wang Ping, they found that many people looked at them with unkind eyes. It couldn't be said that they were unkind, but rather they were fiery and greedy.
These guys obviously didn't just talk, but actually wanted to stew them into soup.
The frightened few casual cultivators hurriedly agreed to surrender.
After finishing it, Wang Ping threw everyone into the demon refining pot.
About ten days later, Wang Ping and everyone left the sea and returned to the wilderness.
In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun noticed it immediately and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness.
Just after taking a look, the expression on Hongjun's face suddenly froze. What the hell, where are the people? Where have all the people gone?
So many people went out in high spirits, but only a few came back.
Hongjun couldn't believe it. They were all beaten to death?
Hongjun, with an ugly expression on his face, left Zixiao Palace.
After Wang Ping and the others had driven for a while, Hongjun appeared in front of them silently.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment when he saw Hongjun. He pretended to be sad and ran towards Hongjun, shouting as he ran.
"Dao Ancestor, you have to make the decision for us. The Three Emperors and the others died so unjustly. They are gone. They are all gone."
In the blink of an eye, Wang Ping was within a certain range of Hongjun.
Hongjun frowned and stepped back: "Don't come over, just say that, what did you say, no more?"
Wang Ping, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to see if he could sneak attack Yin Yi Hongjun, curled his lips and temporarily stopped thinking about sneak attacks.
Hearing this, Wang Ping replied: "Yes, no, Dao Ancestor, there are as many saints as dogs in the sea. If we hadn't been rescued by the mysterious man, we wouldn't have been able to come back."
Wang Ping was serious and told lies with his eyes open.
The stunned Hongjun asked uncertainly: "There are as many saints as dogs, a mysterious person?"
Tiandao and Hongjun talked about some things in the sea area, but they didn't say anything too specific.
The main way of heaven is not very clear, and I don't know how many saints there are in the sea.
Wang Ping nodded: "Yes, saints have dogs all over the place. They are just bullying people. Hundreds of saints came out at once to beat us."
"Even if you bully people, you can't bully them like this, right? Moreover, they also said that sooner or later, some kind of seal will be broken, and they will come to land and take your dog head, Daozu."
Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "How brave, do they have that strength?"
Wang Ping nodded: "I think so, because they really have a lot of saints. I heard them say that they have eight overlords. Each of these overlords has the strength of a ten-turn saint."
"And under each overlord, there are more than ten or twenty saints, ranging in strength from level one to level nine."
In line with the principle of scaring Hongjun and making Hongjun anxious, Wang Ping took it a step further.
Hongjun's expression froze as he listened, and he couldn't help but look at the emperors in heaven behind Wang Ping, as well as Dayu who had not been put into the demon refining pot by Wang Ping.
Wang Ping had already greeted everyone, and everyone nodded hurriedly, showing signs of lingering fear.
They are all old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years, and it is not easy to act.
"You're really that strong, are you sure you're not bluffing me?"
Finally, Hongjun turned his gaze to Wang Ping again and asked uncertainly.
Wang Ping looked sad and shook his head vigorously: "How dare you lie to Daozu? There is no need to lie to Daozu. Are you afraid that Daozu can't defeat them?"
"Nonsense, how can I not defeat them? What am I afraid of?"
Hearing this, Hongjun snorted and said dissatisfied.
Wang Ping nodded suddenly and continued: "In addition to this eight-sided overlord, there are three major hidden forces in the sea area, Zhenhai Palace, Sea King Palace, and the Fishman Tribe. The boss of these three forces is said to be at the twelfth level."
"They have so many saints under their command, there are quite a few who have turned ten or eleven."
If he was just shocked just now, Hongjun was stunned now.
Looking at Wang Ping in shock, Hongjun asked: "Are you sure you heard it right? It's twelve turns. How many are there ten or eleven?"
Hongjun couldn't believe it. He worked hard and finally broke through to the eleventh level. As a result, he learned that there was a twelve-level saint in the sea.
"What he said may be true. Those creatures in the sea are leftover from the Hongmeng era. Although many of their strong men were killed and escaped back then, there were still saints left behind at that time."
"After so many years, it is not impossible to break through to the twelfth rank."
Within Hongjun's body, the voice of Heavenly Dao sounded.
Hongjun, who looked unhappy, asked, "Can they break through the seal in a short time?"
"Of course it's impossible. That seal cannot be broken within fifteen turns. It was arranged by the masters of my Tiandao clan back then."
Without even thinking about it, Tiandao gave a definite answer.
Hongjun nodded, then frowned: "No, what if there are fifteen turns?"
"Well, the people of my clan did feel some powerful aura back then, but they seemed to be sleeping. They would not wake up unless they were disturbed."
After hesitating for a moment, Tiandao replied.
Hongjun's mouth twitched in silence. How could such a thing be said? What if he really woke up?
Rubbing his forehead, Hongjun wanted to cry. He felt that he needed to go back and work hard to improve his strength now.
"Taozu, I heard them say that they not only have twelve turns, but there are also strong men of twenty turns sleeping in the sea. They come from some infinite era."
Looking at Hongjun, who had an ugly expression on his face, Wang Ping happily dropped another bombshell.
Hongjun wants time, and Wang Ping also wants time even more.
"What, twenty turns?"
Hongjun was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue. Did he make a mistake?
Wang Ping nodded affirmatively: "That's right. The person who saved us seems to be from this Wuji era."
"The inarticulate voice said that when they woke up, it would be another day."
After hearing what Wang Ping said, Hongjun looked extremely ugly.
Isn't it the Hongmeng era? What the hell is this Wuji era?
"The Age of Promise?"
Within Hongjun's body, Tiandao was also whispering these four words.
After pondering for a while, Tiandao said to himself: "Is it possible that the powerful aura that our masters felt back then came from this Wuji era, an era older than the Hongmeng era?"
"No, this small prehistoric place at the edge of the universe has so many eras?"
"But why do these eras disappear for no reason? Something is wrong!"
Listening to Tiandao's muttering, Hongjun's face turned ugly.
Hongjun wanted to curse. He thought that the way of heaven was very powerful, so he followed the way of heaven.
Only now do I realize that the way of heaven is nothing. I don’t know this or that, and I might be beaten to death someday.
He Hongjun joined forces. If others want to kill Tiandao, they will definitely kill him first.
Hongjun was about to cry, but now he suddenly felt regretful for no reason.
But the problem cannot be separated now even if we want to.
But if Hongjun is given another chance to choose, he will still choose that way.
Because there was no choice at all, Luo Hu was almost killed even when he rejected the way of heaven.
If it hadn't been for a cunning soul to escape and encounter some evil way, it might have been completely wiped out.
