The cheers and celebrations of the people below were deafening, reaching He Pingan's ears.
Daxuan has a vast territory and is divided into nine states. Each state covers tens of thousands of miles.
Even the largest Jizhou has a radius of more than 100,000 miles.
Most areas are deserted or have a few villages.
In these places, there are generally no government offices or guards in the Changsheng Palace.
Once the demons cause trouble, few immortal masters can arrive in time.
Usually the demons are full and escape, and then the immortal master from the Changsheng Palace Guard Station arrives belatedly.
It looks like a scene from a movie from a previous life...
Therefore, among the people below, although some family members were killed in the fight just now.
But more than anything, I am glad that I can survive and continue to pass on this family.
He Ping'an couldn't help but secretly sigh. Although this was caused by demons, Emperor Jiaming clearly had a better way to solve these problems.
For example, moving these people to nearby big cities can reduce the number of people dying.
Or the officials could come forward to compile martial arts exercises in a unified way and make them into pages to teach them so that the people could have ways to save themselves.
There are many other methods.
Maybe they only care about their own immortality, maybe they are afraid that chivalrous people will break the law with martial arts. If the people learn martial arts, it will have an impact on their rule...
In short, this Emperor Jiaming has never done this.
It was originally a demon causing trouble, but it turned out to be a man-made disaster!
He Pingan raised his hands to the crowd below, but frowned. Just now, he felt the mysterious and strange pulling force again.
Even before he could cut off the pulling force, the soul of this second-grade ghost cultivator had already been taken away by this force.
He could tell in his heart that the owner of that power was nearby!
Even hidden in the crowd.
The huge spiritual consciousness swept out without concealment, but found nothing.
Are you worrying too much?
He Ping'an frowned slightly, and suddenly a warning signal sounded in his heart. When his body was unable to escape, he suddenly jumped thousands of feet forward.
"boom!"
Just as his figure dodged, a huge ghost claw fell from the sky and hit the void where He Pingan was standing.
The void trembled, and the heaven and earth roared.
On the ground, mountains and rivers collapsed, earth dragons turned over, and countless spider web-like cracks spread in all directions. In an instant, they covered a ten-mile radius and continued to spread in all directions.
He Pingan's figure was like lightning, flying to where the crowd gathered, waving his big sleeves, and instantly moved these people dozens of miles away.
The Seventy-Two Techniques of Earthly Evil: Drive away!
"Determine the universe!"
He Ping'an roared, activated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, and transformed into a thousand-foot giant, with golden light shining all over his body, like a golden man made of gold, and stepped heavily on the ground with his feet.
"Rumble..."
Fifteen hundred years of mana merged into the earth's veins through his feet, fixing and restoring all the scattered earth's veins.
Suddenly, the mountains and rivers returned to their original positions, and the ground destroyed by the earth dragon was restored to its original state.
"call!"
After finishing all this, He Ping'an let out a long breath, looked at the crowd ten miles away with his spiritual eyes, and his spiritual consciousness came out.
Just when he was sneak attacked, he had already noticed the fluctuations of the ghost cultivator's yin energy hidden in the crowd.
"Disappeared again!"
After some investigation, He Ping'an frowned. The Yin Qi fluctuations that had been leaked just now had disappeared again.
The mind instantly communicated with the main body lying on the ground in Xuanyang City. The mana on the main body spanned more than 100,000 miles, and all merged into the body of the three crazy old Taoists. The mana increased steadily, from 1,500 years to 2,000 years, and then to 4,000 years. , and finally settled on eight thousand mana.
The magic power in his body was as vast as the sea. Divine light shone in He Ping'an's eyes. He swept away the magic power and locked onto a young white-robed Confucian scholar among the crowd.
With another wave of his sleeves, He Ping'an moved the crowd a hundred miles away, leaving only the white-robed scholar who remained in place.
The crowd around him suddenly disappeared. The white-robed Confucian scholar's feminine face was slightly startled for a moment, then he turned to look at He Pingan in the sky and bowed his head.
"Master Immortal, where have Xiaosheng's companions gone?"
"You weren't kidnapped by a demon, were you?"
His words were sincere. If He Ping'an hadn't discovered his abnormality at this time, he would have been deceived by him.
"It's already here, do you still want to keep pretending?"
"Does the Master of Wangui Sect have no face at all?"
He Ping'an said expressionlessly, while his consciousness locked on the white-robed Confucian scholar kneeling on the ground below. As long as the other party made the slightest movement, he would be able to detect it.
"Haha, my fellow Taoist has a keen eye, and the young student Song Xian is willing to be defeated!"
Seeing He Pingan's affirmative tone, the white-robed scholar smiled and stood up from the ground.
He knew that he must have been exposed, but he didn't know what the problem was, and he was a little surprised.
I am originally a first-grade ghost cultivator, and the Yin Qi in my body has been completely restrained. If I don't fight with others, few cultivators can detect the abnormality.
Moreover, there is still a ray of eldest sister's original magic power hidden in her body, which is difficult for even a first-grade peak monk and a half-step true immortal to detect.
"Song Sect Master is a ghost king. If he doesn't stay in the netherworld, why did he come to the human world to cause trouble?"
He Ping'an's expression was cold and stern, and the Jinlin sword in his hand let out a soft groan, ready to be chopped down at any time.
"Why should fellow Taoist be angry about these ants? They are just some blood food. If fellow Taoist doesn't like it, just don't show up in Yanzhou from now on."
The master of Wangui Sect smiled, and his figure gradually rose and flew to the same height as He Ping'an.
In his opinion, He Ping'an in front of him was just an old monster who lived in seclusion.
There has been no true immortal in Daxuan Kingdom for almost two hundred years, and this old monster is only a first-grade monk at most.
For the sake of these trivial blood meals, he stayed away from him and did not show up at his place of cultivation. As a monk of the same level, he had already given He Ping'an enough face.
"Get off!"
He Ping'an was extremely displeased with the other party referring to the human race as blood food. His expression changed and he slashed down the Golden Lin Sword in his hand.
The sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing at the master of Wangui Sect with mighty force.
"It's really embarrassing for you!"
There was a hint of coldness on the face of the leader of the Wangui Sect. He had promised to stay away, but the other party actually dared to take action. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he really thought that he, the leader of the Wangui Sect, was just a piece of paper.
The folding fan in his hand was opened, and hundreds of beauties in various poses were painted on it, dressed in light gauze, dancing out of the folding fan.
She has a graceful figure and a charming smile.
The charming sound reaches the ears, making people's blood rush.
"Charm?"
He Ping'an frowned, and the magic power in his body spurted out and merged into the Golden Lin Sword. The sword suddenly expanded several times, and the golden light condensed into substance, including all the hundreds of beauties and the master of the Wangui Sect.
The sword energy was raging, and the hundreds of sexy ghosts were killed with one sword, and their souls returned to the underworld. Even if the master of the Wangui Sect wanted to recall their souls, there was no chance.
"not good!"
The master of Wangui Sect suddenly realized that the charm in his stunning pictures had no effect on He Ping'an.
Moreover, the opponent's strength was completely different from the previous fight with the second-grade ghost. It seemed that there had been earth-shaking changes.
Invincible!
His figure suddenly turned into a shadow and retreated ten miles away in an instant.
These hundreds of beauties were all carefully selected beauties of all kinds during his stay in the human world for nearly a hundred years. He absorbed their yang energy and refined it into a cauldron, and then refined it into this folding fan that can store the soul.
When it is not in use, open the folding fan and you will see hundreds of beauties with different expressions and postures.
If you want to favor a beautiful woman, you can open the folding fan and the beauty will fly out automatically with a thought, and you can do whatever you want.
He called it a stunning beauty.
It can be said that it is the result of his hundreds of years of hard work.
But it is now destroyed.
The leader of Wangui Sect was heartbroken, but he had no time to curse.
Because after that terrifying sword light slashed through the stunning Bai Meitu, there was no pause at all. It spanned ten miles away in an instant and slashed across the sky towards him.
"Woooooooo..."
A burst of ghost crying and wolf howling came from the mouth of the master of Wangui Sect, directly piercing the void and rushing towards He Pingan's ears, trying to affect his mind.
"break!"
He Ping'an snorted coldly, and his huge spiritual consciousness came out of his body, directly extinguishing the howling ghosts and wolves.
Seeing that the spirit attack had no effect, the pale face of the master of Wangui Sect turned from white to green, and a voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou sounded from his mouth: "Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
As the voice fell, he opened his fingers, and a huge black ghost claw fell from the sky, covering dozens of miles in radius, and grabbed the Golden Lin Sword.
Before the ghost claw fell completely, a terrifying aura spread from the ghost claw, and the surrounding space seemed to be affected by this aura and became a little distorted.
With a thought in He Pingan's mind, all the mana in his body was injected into the flying sword.
"Buzz!"
The Jin Lin Sword made a clear sword cry, the sword light surged, and it pierced directly into the ghost's claws.
"Uh-huh!"
The Jin Lin Sword was like piercing a piece of rice paper, piercing through the ghost claws of the underworld, and slashed towards the master of Wangui Sect without any hesitation.
Seeing the Golden Linjian in front of him in an instant, the master of the Wangui Sect showed a trace of panic on his face, and his whole body was filled with Yin Qi. In an instant, his body turned into hundreds of ghosts and fled in all directions.
"boom!"
The ghost figures had just left the body, as if they had hit an invisible barrier, and then bounced back into the body one after another. The leader of the Wangui Sect suddenly turned pale and shouted in despair:
"Sister, save me!"
