The spirit of the Black Mountain Demon King looked at all this with a confused expression. He was still struggling in the strange ocean just now, and then he was sucked in by the moon.
Before he could react, a hand reached over and pulled it out of the hole.
Tired, destroy it.
He didn't have much hope that he could escape, he just wanted to die quickly.
"What should I do? The line of the Black Mountain Demon King is broken, and I have to overthrow and rewrite all the subsequent chapters." In the bottle, the old ghost only felt exhausted mentally and physically.
Now he wants to give the little loach a few hard blows on the head. Speaking of which, your strength is so abnormal, and you just pretended to be trembling.
Is it really good to play tricks on others?
No wonder I heard people say that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
This little loach is named [Qiu Ping], but which of his abilities and background are ordinary? Let’s talk about the [Bloody Hands Human Slaughterer], who frequently cuts people into pieces, and his methods are extremely cruel. This nickname is indeed correct.
Or perhaps, this [Flesh and Blood Human Slaughter] is a bit conservative. This is not human slaughter, as long as it is alive, it can be slaughtered.
"It seems that this time the entire coffin is lost. I want to think about how to change the plot..."
The old ghost picked up the pen, dipped it in the corner of his mouth, and was about to write down.
But suddenly, a sound like a bell came from the other side of the mixed cave.
"Who forcibly broke into my sacred place of Shanmingyuezhuang Baoxianghaizang!"
Then he saw the shadow of an old monk with a haggard appearance, a sunken head, and bulging eyes, but wearing a golden-red robe, emerging from the other side of the hole.
The eyes of the old ghost in the bottle widened.
Hey, yes, the other end of the mixed cave is connected to the third holy land of the Snow Mountain!
The old ghost was overjoyed. In order to save trouble, he had just spent some extra luck to connect the other end of the cave to the third holy land of the Snow Mountain. The original purpose was to let the Black Mountain Demon King have sex with his dead ghost Laozi. Meet early.
Unexpectedly, by mistake, Qiu Ping became hostile to the people of Daxue Mountain in advance.
"Very good, very good. This line is connected. Even if the Black Mountain Demon King dies, it will be fine."
He couldn't help but wipe his sweat. Although the plot direction was already messy, at least the overall direction was in line with expectations. He just hoped that nothing would happen again in the future.
He is already writing this plot next to the coffin.
"Huh? Why does the breath of this old monk feel a bit familiar..."
Qiu Ping looked at the sickly figure in front of him, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Of course, the movement of his hand was not slow at all, he directly removed the mana, let the bright moon dissipate in the void, and closed the hole.
"Buzz."
At the moment when the cave was about to close, the old monk suddenly pushed forward with a palm. In the palm of his hand, the Paradise of Paradise evolved in an instant, with the Buddha sitting cross-legged, chanting sutras, holding flowers and smiling.
Qiu Ping just looked at him and felt a desire to take refuge in him.
But at the next moment, in Qiuping's Taiyuan Tianchi, countless golden lotus flowers swayed, and brilliant golden powder floated in the wind.
There seemed to be waves of faint fragrance on the tip of Qiu Ping's nose. Being washed away by this fragrance, his brain suddenly became clear.
The little loach was startled, and a shadow of the prototype of the realm appeared under his feet, flying away three hundred miles away.
The shadow of the old monk frowned slightly. Why does this man have the inheritance of the Snow Mountain? It seems to be the aura of the Sixth Holy Land.
But a few days ago, I heard that the master of the Sixth Holy Land failed to reincarnate, and now the mountain gate has been closed. Otherwise, he would go to the Sixth Holy Land and ask why the inheritance of the Snow Mountain fell on the gods of the Central Plains Dynasty.
As the hole closed, he was too far away from here. Even with his Arahant status, he could not support his manifestation out of thin air, and his figure could only slowly dissipate into the void.
"Did anyone run away?"
Qiu Ping walked around in a circle outside, then quietly ran back. After confirming that the old monk had left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This old monk's strength is not strong, but weird, so weird that people can't resist.
The little loach is most afraid of such enemies and doesn't know how to defend itself.
"Sir, Mr. Tiju, you are indeed a man of extraordinary powers. Even the immortals, ancestors and gods are just like chickens and dogs in front of you." As soon as Qiu Ping came back, the old ghost came up to him with a smile on his face.
His words were not entirely complimentary. With the strength that Qiu Ping had shown before, it was very easy to deal with those ancestor gods or immortals who had no serious inheritance.
Although every person who becomes an immortal is a person with outstanding talents.
But immortals are different from immortals after all. If they lack orthodox inheritance, even if they have the status of immortal, they still lack the corresponding strength.
Qiu Ping glanced sideways at the old ghost. He felt that this old guy was probably teasing him. He was obviously running away in front of the old monk, but he was still praising him so disgustingly.
"Please send a letter to Duke Wei Ling. We are now encountering immortal-level attacks one after another. We just can't withstand it at all. Let him send some people to support us."
Although the first Black Mountain Demon King was a little inferior, the old monk was a strong opponent.
"No problem, I'll write a letter right away."
The old ghost nodded hurriedly, but it was just to deal with the little loach.
This escorting of the baggage was originally arranged by the higher-ups to allow Little Loach to endure hardships and accumulate merit. The higher-ups would not take action unless there was a life-or-death crisis.
It's good if the enemy is powerful. The more powerful the enemy, the heavier the calamity that can be eradicated, and the deeper the foundation will be for the future.
Qiu Ping wandered back to his cabin, only to find that the roof had been lifted off, the walls were broken, and even the statues had fallen to the ground.
But Little Loach didn't care too much, as long as the person was still alive.
I am just a loach, I can dig into mud holes, so I don’t care about the environment.
"Did I forget something?"
Qiu Ping scratched the back of his head, and the corner of his eye suddenly glanced across the bottom of the water, and he saw a figure that looked vaguely like a heavy log.
…
"Qiu Ping...you...you are going too far!"
Under the water, Ao Cang turned into a human form, with his face swollen like a pig's head and his mouth slurred.
"You disobeyed the military order. You should be killed according to the regulations. Now I just beat you up, which is already very convenient for you." Qiu Ping sneered. It was a blessing that he could beat the Black Mountain Demon King, otherwise he would have disobeyed the military order. , he ruined his plan, and nine lives are not enough to kill him.
Ao Cang was speechless for a moment. He originally thought that it was a fatal killing situation, so he thought that both sides would die, so he did not agree to Qiu Ping to be the bait.
But now that Qiu Ping had killed the Black Mountain Demon King, he was speechless.
If you continue to persist, you may really lose your life.
"Here, go on." Qiu Ping reached out and threw out a jade bottle, and Ao Cang reached out to take it.
"What's this?"
Ao Cang wondered, could this be the golden sore medicine? If this little loach wants to win people's hearts, first give him a big stick and then a date?
You want to impress me with such low-level methods?
What a joke!
"I heard that dragon blood is very valuable. Since you have made a mistake, you cannot go unpunished. As long as you fill this bottle with dragon blood, our account will be written off!"
Qiu Ping looked at Ao Cang with a smile and said.
A look of sorrow and anger appeared on Ao Cang's face, "Qiu Ping, you are going too far!"
A dragon roar erupted from his mouth, his body was covered with scales, and he was about to transform into his original form in an instant.
This practice of using dragon blood as raw material is the greatest insult to the dragon clan.
They are the proud people of heaven and earth, and they are all treasures, not raw materials for others.
"Snapped."
Qiu Ping's figure flashed and he slapped him. Ao Cang felt a powerful force hit him hard. He was directly thrown into the bottom of the water and hit heavily in the sand, causing a cloud of turbidity.
"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."
Qiu Ping waved his hand in the void, and a space crack as thin as a hair appeared. The water flow on the seabed was directly separated, and a large amount of matter was annihilated.
"Crack."
Qiu Ping waved his hand suddenly, and the space crack was like a whip, slashing hard towards Ao Cang's body.
Ao Cang was frightened, his head vibrated with a buzzing sound, and in a moment, it rolled to the side.
And that space crack cut across the bottom of the sea, splitting a crack hundreds of feet long and bottomless on the ground.
It is conceivable that if this move hits a flesh and blood body, no matter how tyrannical you are, it will be cut in half.
"I'm not asking for your opinion. If you don't want to bleed, I will do it for you."
Qiu Ping looked at Ao Cang and said.
I usually laugh and joke with everyone, but this dragon really thinks that I have a good temper.
Ao Cang huddled on the bottom of the sea, silent. The true dragon's arrogance made him want to resist, but the sting of death kept him very awake.
If you dare to mess around, people will really die!
The old ghost huddled aside, not daring to move. But this little loach is really ruthless. There is clearly a small space in the jade bottle. If you want to fill it up, I'm afraid it won't be enough even if Ao Cang is squeezed dry.
I guess the only thing I can do is put a little in and raise a little, and take time to fill it up slowly.
But this will do great harm to the real dragon's body. God has blessed him if he can avoid damaging his foundation in the end.
…
After the Black Mountain Demon King incident, Qiu Ping thought it would be over.
But unexpectedly, not only did the baggage train not find peace along the way, but people came to seek revenge every few days.
These people are all related to Heishan, either friends or relatives. The most exaggerated ones are those who are grateful for Heishan's character and volunteer to avenge him.
Although these people were not very powerful, they kept coming to deliver food one after another, which annoyed Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping even suspected that the real body of Heishan was not a kite but a wasp. This was simply poking a hornet's nest.
It was precisely because of these continuous attacks that the baggage train moved very slowly. It stayed in the sea for three months before gradually approaching the Northland.
The further north you go, the temperature changes can be clearly felt.
Calculating the time, autumn should have just begun in the Central Plains, but the sea in the North is already very cold, and the cold and wet wind blows on people's bodies like a knife.
Although such a temperature couldn't do anything to Qiu Ping, the little loach was still a little unhappy and didn't want to move much.
We are loaches, and loaches also hibernate.
"Master Tiji, we are almost there. In front of us is the mouth of the Nulong River. Let's hurry up and deliver the baggage as soon as possible before the Nulong River is frozen."
The old ghost floated out of the bottle. After all, he had a cold constitution, but he liked this kind of climate very much.
"Whether it's fast or not doesn't depend on me, it depends on whether the enemy gives me face or not."
Qiu Ping took off the cloak from the statue, wrapped it tightly around himself, and looked outside through the window. It was snowing wetly at the moment.
These frozen snow particles hit the ship's deck, making a "rustling" sound.
He took out a red fruit from the scale space and drank it in several mouthfuls. The hot juice flowed through his body, which lifted his spirits a bit.
"Bata."
He finished the fruit in several mouthfuls and threw the core away.
Because Qiu Ping had already eaten all the fresh fruits on the ship, and he didn’t like to eat some dried fruits, so now he could only eat what he had in stock.
Fortunately, he robbed the Dragon Clan's treasure house last time, so Qiu Ping had no shortage of food for the time being.
The old ghost on the side was drooling when he saw it. If he admitted it correctly, the one just now was the [Sea Flame Tempered Spirit Fruit]. It is a spiritual fruit that grows next to the submarine volcano. It has the effect of cultivating the pure Yang aura. For [Yuan Shen] It is a very good supplement for people who are in a certain environment.
"What a waste!"
The old ghost cursed in his heart. If [Sea Flame Tempering Spirit Fruit] is used as the main ingredient, it can be used to refine several furnaces of [Pure Yang Pill], maximizing the effect of the fruit.
If you eat it raw like this, it won’t even have 30% of its medicinal value.
"Kaka."
The ship bumped violently, and the side of the ship hit the ice that was initially frozen, making constant breaking sounds.
The closer you get to the estuary, the more frozen areas there are, making the ship's progress less smooth.
"We can arrange a plot here and let the little loach fight with people here. It is best to make the water surface turbulent and smash all the ice cubes."
The old ghost looked at the fleet that was struggling to enter the Nulong River, and an idea came to his mind.
In order to avoid getting too entangled with humans and letting their minds be affected by their negative emotions, they cannot use magic to directly help humans remove ice.
But if it's because of a fight, it makes sense to break the ice with your hands.
The old ghost dipped his hands in ink and started writing in the book.
"Let's talk about the crocodile demon king who lives at the mouth of the Nulong River. Who is this crocodile demon king? It's really a coincidence. This crocodile demon king is the connecting bridge of the Black Mountain demon king..."
The old ghost's face showed a bitter melon color. In order to collect merits for the little loach along the way, he included all the notorious monsters and monks on the sea route. He even arranged various arrangements for them for the sake of logical logic. Various identities.
So far, the Black Mountain Demon King, who is a kite spirit, is a brother to the Manatee Demon, an old lover to the Red Snake Demon, and a godfather to the old Vulture Demon. Now he is connected to the Crocodile Demon King. It should be very reasonable...
That's ridiculous.
The Black-faced God's wife is also a kite spirit, otherwise she wouldn't be able to give birth to a little kite like the Black-faced God. But as for why the Crocodile Demon King would marry a kite spirit as his wife, this sounds very fantasy, and even a bit unexplained. reason.
No matter, let the readers make up their own minds.
Anyway, the Crocodile Demon King is connected to Heishan. After hearing that his brother-in-law died, he is now coming to avenge Heishan!
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