"He Bo! I'm here to bring you souvenirs!"
Qiu Ping's voice sounded like a loudspeaker in the Hebo Yamen. Some clerks were copying official documents carefully, but suddenly their hands shook in fright, leaving ugly ink marks on their books.
Little Loach rushed into the hall in a hurry. He Bo was checking recent accounts. Before he could react, he saw a little black face rushing in front of him.
"Go, go, don't lower your voice, I'm not deaf yet." He Bo put down the account book in his hand, blowing his beard and staring.
"He Bo, look what I gave you!"
Qiu Ping held a lot of mushrooms with grimaces in his hands. The grimaces were twisted and struggling, and a strong negative aura came from them.
"Being a transshipment envoy really makes a difference. With such generous spending, you can just give away these bad luck mushrooms to others." He Bo looked at the large pile of mushrooms in front of him and started teasing.
"Hey, they all grow in my own land. When I came out, I picked up a few of them, but they were not very valuable." The little loach smiled playfully in front of He Bo.
He Bo didn't show any politeness to him, so he kept these karma-defying mushrooms.
He himself is only in the realm of [Holy Embryo]. If he is refined with the method of salvation, he can transform the sinful breath in the mushroom into immeasurable merit, and after eating it, it can increase good fortune.
It is of great benefit to his practice.
He Bo was about to ask Qiu Ping something when he saw a small loach dangling in front of him.
"Why are you always moving around? Can't you just calm down for a while?" This is a seventh-grade god, and he still does things so out of tune.
"He Bo, look, what's different about me?"
Qiu Ping blinked and looked at He Bo.
"Well, is there anything different? Your face is still so dark, and your forehead is still so big... But to be different, have you gained weight recently? Why do you feel like you have fat on your chin?" He Bo looked at it carefully. Looking at Qiu Ping, his face was full of doubts.
"No, it's my spiritual creature! I'm about to be promoted to [Holy Pregnancy]. I came here this time just to ask you, sir, do you need any preparations for the advancement of [Holy Pregnancy]?"
Qiu Ping ignored the ridicule in He Bo's words and said straight to the point.
Although he had many opportunities during his practice, he never had a teacher to teach him. And Judge Cui always only arranges the results for him when doing things, and rarely explains the principles and processes.
Little Loach was unsure, so he came to He Bo for consultation.
"Hey, this strength is growing very fast. In the blink of an eye, the Holy Fetus is almost condensed." He Bo seemed to have only now seen the change in the little loach's state, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"You have eight orifices in the ancestral aperture. Even if you turn into a holy fetus in the future, it will definitely be a six-life holy fetus, or the best of the six-life holy fetuses. It is only one step away from being able to condense the nine-life holy fetus. .”
He Bo had stayed in the realm of [Holy Pregnancy] for more than a hundred years, so he could naturally see Qiu Ping's foundation at a glance.
Holy fetuses are also divided into three, six or nine grades.
Ordinary monsters can only open two or three ancestral orifices. As long as they can mentally read the living beings, they can quickly become a holy fetus. This is just the lowest level of this kind of holy fetus. It is called the [Three-Life Holy Fetus]. The fetal air appears pure red. The color is red light covering life.
For example, some spirits with high enough talent and good bloodline may open more than six ancestral orifices, and then they can achieve the [Six-Life Sacred Fetus], whose fetal energy is gold, magnificent and profound, with a deep foundation.
The top one is to open nine ancestral orifices in the [Ancestral Aperture] realm, and finally achieve the [Nine-Life Sacred Fetus]. The fetal energy shows a pure purple color, with the posture of purple energy coming from the east. That is the true immortality. foundation.
Only by condensing the "Nine Lives Sacred Pregnancy" can one dare to claim that he is the seed of immortality, the seedling of the immortal family, and he is 90% sure to become an immortal in the future.
Holy fetuses at other levels need to rely on chance to become immortals.
However, the [Nine Lives Sacred Pregnancy] is so difficult. Only by opening up 360 Qi meridians during [Tongmai] and opening the nine levels of ancestral orifices during [Ancestral Aperture], and perfecting every step, can the supreme [Nine Lives] be condensed. Holy Fetus].
Qiu Ping's own talent was limited. He ate fish food from the heavens, drank the Eight Treasures Merit Pool water from the Paradise, and swallowed some fragments of the True Dragon Orb, plus a piece of innate bone, and he could barely reach the level of 330. Qi pulse has the appearance of eight orifices.
It can be seen from this that if you want to change your destiny the day after tomorrow, it is simply difficult to reach the sky.
No, in this world full of gods and goddesses, ascending to heaven is much easier than changing one's destiny.
"Why are the eight orifices not the eight-life holy fetus? Then I have wasted two orifices. Six orifices are enough to condense the six-fate holy fetus." Little Loach is a character who refuses to suffer, and he worked hard to open the eight orifices. Acupuncture points, but in the end, they are just the same holy fetus as the condensation of spirits in six acupoints.
No matter what level, he has the same holy fetus as me!
No wonder he was unbalanced.
"It can't be said that. Although the Eight Apertures also condense the six lives of the holy fetus, the basis is definitely much better than others. The same golden fetus, dark gold and light gold are different after all."
He Bo was a little angry, the little loach was not satisfied yet.
The appearance of the eight orifices has not appeared in Changning County for countless years.
After all, the most talented among the spirits are mostly due to their strong race and the support of their ancestors for their bloodline origin, so they rarely end up in the county or below.
This little loach was probably a fish that slipped through the net and was taken advantage of by Changning County.
"He Bo, do you think I still have a chance to condense the Nine Lives Holy Fetus?"
Little Loach asked tentatively. After all, he was just on the verge of reaching the final stage. If he could step into the nine-life level in one fell swoop, his future would be great.
"You kid, don't think about these things. You really think that I am an immortal. I have just barely become a six-life holy fetus. If I have this opportunity, will I still keep it for you?"
"Unless you have the opportunity to get the help of those ancient immortals and great gods and spend a lot of effort to reshape your bones, then don't dream." He Bo patted the little loach on the head and told him not to think about it all day long.
"But our Shinto doesn't pay much attention to qualifications. If your boy can be promoted to the third level one day, his status will not be lower than that of a heavenly immortal. In terms of authority and power, it is even higher than that of a heavenly immortal. If you reach the level of the Mingling King, then He is also a big shot in the world."
He Bo thought it was better not to hit the little loach so much, so he opened his mouth to comfort him a few more times.
Shinto practice only values authority. As long as you have enough authority, it is not weaker than other paths of practice.
If we want to talk about shortcomings, it is just that we have responsibilities and cannot easily escape from them.
"Yes, I still have an iron job within the system. Even if I can't become an immortal due to talent issues in the future, I can continue to climb up in the Shinto. Even if one day I can't climb anymore, I can continue to rule as a ghost after death. Authority, this is also a way to eternal life.”
The little loach thought this and became happy again, but it was heartless.
…
The core area of Abi Hell is the location of eternal extreme cold.
The ground was covered with gray-white snow, but it looked more like ashes raised after burning, deeply covering the mountains and rivers of the earth.
But I don’t know what kind of power it is that actually built a huge pond with a radius of thousands of feet in such an area.
In the sky, countless treasure ships were flying, and jars of orange-red grease exuding high temperature poured down from them.
When the grease enters the pool, all the heat is absorbed, leaving only the orange-red liquid flowing slowly.
If you are a knowledgeable person, you will naturally recognize the name of these oils [Pure Yang Flame Fat] at a glance. It is made from incense mixed with a large number of herbs and contains a large amount of vitality.
If a monk absorbs it, his vitality will be strong, and his lifespan will even be greatly extended.
However, these rare oils were poured out as if they were free of charge.
If Qiu Ping were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that some of the countless treasure ships were the ships of the Xie family in Qingzhou.
Nowadays, there are a large number of treasure ships gathered in this world. Although they have different signs, they are obviously not under the Xie family.
On top of the treasure ship, there are countless illusory figures with high crowns and powerful belts walking around. Each of them has a profound aura and considerable strength.
But there was a sense of caution at this moment, which destroyed their ethereal temperament.
"Everyone, please go back first. When things here are over, come here to pay your respects." On the edge of the huge pool, a huge figure several feet high flew into the air, and billowing spiritual thoughts spread around.
There was not much politeness in his words, just like shooing away a slave.
But everyone on the treasure ship didn't dare to have any trouble at all. After bowing, they each drove the treasure ship and left. It seems that the purpose of their coming here is just to transport the green bricks and the [Pure Yang Flame Fat] for building the pool.
"Tu Yi, you should go back first. This hell is protected by King Mingling, but no one dares to mess around."
At some point, a middle-aged man wearing a jade crown and neatly combed hair stood not far away.
Wearing a black crane cloak, he has a handsome face and an air of immortality, making him more like an immortal than the gods in heaven.
The middle-aged man looked up at the sky. The dark sun was suspended at a very high altitude, like an eye staring at the whole world.
"Yes, God!"
The figure several feet in size became clearer, turning into a man wearing dark golden armor and carrying two large axes on his back.
The man stepped on the blue clouds at his feet and left in the blink of an eye.
"Don't look, I'm going to take a bath, be careful of corns." The middle-aged man smiled at the sky, and after his words fell, the distant black sun really disappeared.
It's not that the black sun has left, it's just that the light no longer shines on this area.
After the black sun moved away, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and gently took off his cloak and robe.
The moment his clothes left his body, his body below his chest began to expand crazily like a monster that had escaped its restraints. His flesh and blood continued to proliferate, turning into sarcomas and blood vessels flowing with mucus.
The proliferating flesh and blood seemed to have a consciousness of its own, growing into rotating eyeballs, and then palms, legs and feet, running in all directions.
"return!"
The middle-aged man scolded, and the flesh and blood were frightened, then ran back obediently and plunged into the middle-aged man's huge body.
The middle-aged man looked calm, as if he had long been used to this situation, and he just slowly walked into the pool filled with [Pure Yang Flame Fat].
As soon as he stepped into it, the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and began to squirm even more crazily.
This place is the coldest place in Abi Hell, called [Jiyin Wasteland]. If a person below the immortal enters this place without the protection of a treasure ship, even with the recovery speed of the [Yuan Shen] level, he will be frozen to death.
The middle-aged man summoned various aristocratic families, took out all the [Pure Yang Flame Fat] accumulated over countless years, and entangled with the cold air of this place, in order to resolve the alienated power in his body.
All the liquid in the pool rippled. Only the upper part of the middle-aged man's chest was exposed. The rest of his body seemed to go crazy, turning into countless sticky flesh and blood, growing along the bottom of the pool. In the blink of an eye, , the bottom of the pool was already covered with flesh and blood.
The weird eyeballs are constantly rotating, and there are dense teeth in each person's mouth, which looks extremely terrifying.
The middle-aged man allowed these flesh and blood to grow crazily in the pool, so that the power of alienation could be fully stimulated and then eliminated.
"The effect is worse than expected, but... fortunately, I can temporarily suppress part of the alienated power, allowing me to take a breath and have more time to solve this problem. It's a pity that the Emperor Sanguan has left this world, Otherwise, with their great power, they may be able to solve the abnormality in themselves."
The middle-aged man's eyes were distant. If there were no hidden dangers in him, how would the world of gods be like this now?
Just as he looked ahead, the void in front of him rippled slightly, and a cyan shadow fell down.
A splash of oil broke out in the orange-red oil.
After a few breaths, a small green dragon emerged from it, almost face to face with the middle-aged man, only a few feet apart.
Xiao Qinglong seemed to be frightened and looked at the uncle in front of him in confusion.
"Don't... don't kill me... I'm just a poor child without a father and a mother... I'm not an adult yet, and I make a living by begging for food..." The next moment, the little Qinglong lay on the water and kept kowtowing, dripping with snot. The tears make people feel sad when they hear it.
What he didn't notice was that behind him, a mass of flesh and blood evolved into a huge, ferocious face, and its mouth slowly opened wide, as if it wanted to swallow it in one gulp.
"What's your name? Where are you from?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and the face melted like wax, and flowed into the pool water in a blink of an eye.
It's like nothing happened.
"I...my name is Ao Heng. I don't know where I came from. I have been wandering since I was born, making a home everywhere." Qiu Ping burst into tears and cried so sadly.
He was crying partly because he was acting, and partly because he was really scared to tears.
The last time I entered [Shanhe Pond], I could at least be related to Long Jun. What should I do now? The person in front of me looks like a big boss. If he is caught making alchemy, wouldn't it be over?
The middle-aged man naturally saw that Xiao Qinglong was lying, but he did not expose it and just looked at him with interest.
This little green dragon's strength is very poor, but it seems to contain the blood of the ancestral dragon, and there is pure ancestral energy in it. The strangest thing is that the fate is so confusing that even I can't pry into it.
In this world, people whose fates he didn't even spy on are either respected as ancestors in the world of heaven and earth, or they are no longer in this world.
Two chapters in one, hehehe
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