It turns out that this matter has little to do with He Ping'an.
For this kind of ghost cultivator who has killed more than ten thousand people, just kill him with one sword.
But Xia Enyuan's life was indeed miserable, and He Ping'an was also a little moved.
So I set a principle in my mind.
Xia Enyuan must accept punishment. He has killed more than ten thousand people. No matter what the reason, he cannot be forgiven.
If his ghost-cultivated body is scattered and thrown into the netherworld, he will naturally be punished by heaven.
Even if he suffers from mountains of swords and seas of fire, or is devoured by the souls of the dead he killed, or is destroyed by five thunders, he deserves it.
But Emperor Jiaming's fault should not be borne by Xia Enyuan.
He Ping'an took out his small notebook and made a note in it for Emperor Jiaming.
Regicide is an extraordinary thing. Let alone the huge consequences of regicide, no one can guarantee that Emperor Jiaming will be killed. The next emperor who takes office will do better than Emperor Jiaming.
Moreover, as far as he knew, Emperor Jiaming's cultivation level was not low, which was not the strength shown on the surface.
Therefore, He Ping'an established a ledger for Emperor Jiaming based on the assessment in his previous life. When the ledger reached a certain number and Emperor Jiaming became full of evil, he would personally take action and kill him.
Speaking of which, one of the culprits in this matter is Emperor Jiaming, and the other one is the Wangui Sect.
From Xia Enyuan's memory, he learned that there was a sect leader, two deputy sect leaders, and several elders in the Wangui Sect.
There are countless wandering ghosts under his command, ranging from the upper third grade to the lower ninth grade.
Every ghost cultivator has a single line of contact with their upline. They don't know who their upline is, but their upline can communicate with them directly through soul refining.
Therefore, Xia Enyuan did not know the name of the leader of Wangui Sect. He only knew that his cultivation level was extremely high, and he seemed to have reached the first-level realm.
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He Ping'an stood in mid-air and closed his door to meditate, and did not leave.
He had some feeling in his mind that Wangui Sect had lost a third-grade ghost cultivator and would not let it go.
Not long after, only a hundred miles away, the skylight suddenly changed. The originally bright and clear night sky was suddenly obscured by countless dark clouds, and the area within a radius of fifty miles suddenly turned into ghosts and ghosts.
The cold wind howled, the cold air was pressing, and the cold air turned into bone-corrosive rain and fell.
Suddenly, countless lives within fifty miles were reduced to ashes.
"The demon is so brave!"
He Ping'an became furious. As soon as these ten thousand ghost cultivators came, they committed such killings. They were obviously murderous and looked down upon ordinary people.
His hands fluttered, and a golden flying sword appeared in his hand.
This is after the main body had the Demonic Blood Sword, it placed the Golden Lin Sword on the clone in case it was needed in case of emergency.
I thought that since I was accompanying Yang Qing this time, I wouldn't need it.
Unexpectedly, the cultivation level of these monks from Wangui Sect is not low. They are at the peak of the second grade. They are not much different from He Ping'an's clone.
Ghost cultivators are very strange and mysterious, so for the sake of safety, it is better to be careful.
"Where does Niubi dare to interfere in Wangui Sect's business?"
A muffled sound came from the mighty fifty-mile clouds, and a green-faced and fanged ghostly face appeared in the clouds. Just a bloody mouth covered a ten-mile radius.
He Ping'an below looked like an ant in comparison.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
He Ping'an snorted coldly, and all the magic power of more than 1,500 years was poured into the Golden Lin Sword. In an instant, the golden light was dazzling, and even the dark clouds covering the sky seemed to be diluted a lot.
"Roar......."
A shocking dragon roar came, and the dragon scale sword completely turned into a long golden dragon shadow.
He Ping'an stood on top of the dragon shadow that looked like it was made of gold. His clothes were flying, and his sword pointed at the dark cloud face. The dragon shadow was like a huge golden lightning, flying into the dark clouds.
The ghostly face with a radius of fifty miles let out a strange laugh, opened its mouth, and directly swallowed the golden dragon shadow into its mouth.
"If you enter my ghost world, you will not be reincarnated!"
The ghost face smiled sinisterly, ghosts cried and wolves howled, dark clouds rolled inside the body, and the mighty ghost energy rushed towards the golden dragon shadow, trying to suppress the dragon shadow within the body.
After devouring such high-level monks, his own cultivation will reach a new level.
"idiot!"
He Pingan glanced at the dark clouds covering the sky, his eyes full of contempt.
They only wanted to have a broad scope, but underestimated the purity of the magic power. Although this ghost cultivator had reached the peak of the second level, the way he used the magic power was inferior.
It is equivalent to a mortal who has no power but cannot use it rationally, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.
Could this be the sequelae of soul refining? If Xia Enyuan hadn't dispersed the hostility in his body, he would not be much different from this second-grade ghost cultivator.
He Ping'an thought about it, and the long golden dragon body shuttled back and forth among the fifty-mile black clouds, turning the black clouds upside down.
The ghostly wind and ghost rain that the ghost cultivator was proud of could not even delay the golden dragon's breath.
Especially the bright golden stream of light emanating from the dragon's body. No matter where it swims, the dark clouds will be dispersed, and the sky and earth will become clear again.
In the past, the ghost energy that was invading everything could not even break through the golden light on the golden dragon's body, let alone erode He Ping'an on top of the golden dragon.
However, in just a quarter of an hour, only half of the black cloud covering a fifty-mile radius remained.
The originally dense black clouds now became extremely thin, and there was a faint moonlight shining on the ground through the black clouds.
The icy cold wind and bone-eroding rain had long since disappeared, and the people who had not yet died were running around below, calling for help and looking for shelter.
There were also some brave people who hid in sheltered places from the rain and watched the golden dragon fighting with ghost cultivators in the sky from a distance, cheering for the golden dragon.
"Brother Zhang, I seem to see a figure standing on top of the golden dragon!"
"Is there anyone there?"
"That must be an immortal. No wonder he saved us."
Among Daxuan people, there have long been legends about dragons. Although compared to other monsters, dragons have many kind-hearted people, most dragons are actually the same as monsters, they are all people who eat people without spitting out bones!
So I was originally puzzled as to why the golden dragon fought with the demons to save himself, but it turned out that he was an immortal from the human race!
That’s no problem!
"Come on, Immortal!"
A weak voice sounded.
"The immortal will win!"
"The Immortal will destroy this brat and treat you to a drink!"
Several more voices sounded.
"The people of Yanzhou thank the immortal!"
Sounds gradually sounded, like the sound of ocean waves, shaking the heaven and the earth, and finally fell into the ears of the ghost cultivator and He Ping'an.
"Noisy!"
When the ghost cultivator heard the voice, most of it was a curse on himself, he was furious in his heart. Heiyun grimace suddenly opened with blood, and a majestic suction force burst out from his mouth, sweeping towards the crowd shouting below!
"Your opponent is me!"
He Ping'an snorted coldly. During the battle with him, this ghost cultivator dared to devour the human race below. He was simply seeking death!
The golden dragon under his body suddenly emitted light, illuminating the world between heaven and earth as if it were daytime. Wherever the golden light went, the ghostly energy disappeared without a trace.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
The second-grade ghost cultivator was severely injured and let out painful cries like ghost cries and wolf howls.
The range of the clouds became smaller again, occupying less than a hundred feet.
It's a huge difference from when I first arrived.
"cut!"
Before the ghost cultivator could use other moves, the golden dragon under He Ping'an suddenly turned into a hundred-foot-long sword. He slashed down with one sword, and the golden sword light scattered.
Each sword light is like a small golden sword, causing irreparable wounds above the clouds.
"boom!"
As the main body of the Golden Lin Sword was cut down, the sharp sword energy flew in all directions, shattering the clouds into pieces, and the second-grade ghost cultivator was instantly wiped out.
"The Immortal wins!"
"The Immortal wins!"
"I, Lao Zhang, keep my word. When the immortal is free in the future, come to Yanzhou Jixiang Tower and all the food and drinks will be free."
He is a good businessman. Even if he goes back to his hometown and encounters a fight between immortals and demons, he will not forget to promote his restaurant.
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