Seeing that he was defeated, the master of Wangui Sect roared and released a terrifying Yin Qi that had been hidden in his body for a long time.
In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the yin energy in the sky seemed to turn into substance. The sky turned dark, and the dark clouds rolled endlessly, and there seemed to be bloody thunder and lightning looming in it.
A biting cold wind blew by, and a cold shadow suddenly appeared in front of the master of Wangui Sect.
"Brother, are you in trouble again?"
The cold shadow glanced at the sharp sword light, furrowed its brows lightly, and then gently pointed out its green-white jade fingers.
In an instant, all the yin energy in the sky for hundreds of miles gathered on this finger. When a finger was pointed out, all the sounds and images stopped. It seemed that only the collision between this sword and this finger was left in the sky and on the ground.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and the Golden Lin Sword flew backwards and fell into He Ping'an's hands.
The green-white jade finger was cut into pieces, but then the Yin Qi gathered, and the finger reappeared above the cold shadow.
The aftermath of the endless wind swept away in all directions, and even the dark clouds hiding thunder and lightning in the sky were torn apart by the aftermath and dissipated, revealing the bright full moon in the sky.
"Ghost fairy?"
He Ping'an frowned and waved his sleeves to collect all the scattered aftermath to avoid accidentally injuring innocent people.
This phantom has a high level of cultivation and seems to have reached the state of transcendence mentioned by Master Changchun. Even with his eight thousand years of magic power, he is not sure of victory.
Unexpectedly, the cold shadow opposite him also stretched out his jade hand and shook it gently, causing all the aftermath to fly back and fall into her body.
"Fellow Taoist, if you and I are fighting, I'm afraid that innocent people will be hurt, so why don't we just let it go?"
The cold woman's white dress was flowing, and her hair was as black as ink. She looked at He Ping'an indifferently.
"It's not impossible to stop."
He Ping'an paused, and then said: "The person behind you must be handed over!"
The woman in white turned her head and glanced at Song Xian behind her, with a trace of doubt on her innocent face: "I wonder why this Taoist friend wants to embarrass my brother. If it's not a big deal, how about just exposing it?"
"A million lives, do you think it's a big deal?"
He Ping'an smiled solemnly, and the golden sword in his hand rang softly, as if he was already hungry and thirsty.
Song Xian didn't kill millions of people, but He Ping'an was responsible for all the people killed by the ghost cultivator of Wangui Sect.
Without him, how could there be this Lao Shi Zi Wan Gui Sect?
"Millions of lives?"
"How is it possible? Although my younger brother is a bit naughty..."
Halfway through the words, the woman in white seemed to feel that something was wrong. After all, the other party was also a monk in the realm of transcendence. Under normal circumstances, she would not talk nonsense.
Mainly disdain!
She turned her head and glanced at Song Mian, and saw that the aura in his body was filthy, the evil spirit was solid, and there were endless grievances lingering in the evil spirit, unable to reincarnate.
The color on his face that seemed unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed, and he asked sternly: "Brother, is what this fellow Taoist said true?"
"Sister, I just ate a few blood foods, what's the matter..."
"Snapped!"
The woman in white slapped Song Xian on the face, sending him flying backwards for dozens of miles before he stopped. Almost all the Yin Qi in his body was dispersed, and his realm instantly fell to the level of a sixth-grade ghost cultivator.
"Fellow Taoist, is this enough?"
The beautiful face of the woman in white was covered with frost, and she was obviously furious in her heart.
He Ping'an glanced at Song Xian, whose thousand-year cultivation had been almost destroyed, and said lightly: "Not enough!"
"What else do you want, fellow Taoist?"
"Don't push people too hard!"
The woman in white was obviously on the verge of going berserk.
He Ping'an didn't seem to hear the threat implicit in her tone, and said categorically: "Of course, debts must be repaid, and murders must be repaid with lives!"
"Since he is already a ghost cultivator, then his soul must be driven away!"
As soon as his voice fell, all the eight thousand years of power in his body poured into the Golden Lin Sword in his hand. With one strike, the sky was filled with golden sword shadows. The target was Song Xian in the distance.
The light of the sword was like lightning, and it struck Song Mian in an instant. It was only a moment before he was about to be wiped out.
"Fellow Taoist, please show mercy!"
The figure of the woman in white clothes disappeared. She was clearly in front of He Ping'an before, but when she saw him slashing out with his sword, she immediately disappeared without a trace.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Golden Lin Sword.
The Yin Qi of the heaven and earth fluctuated, and all the Yin Qi from a hundred miles around merged into her green-white jade finger. Then she pointed it out again, turning into overwhelming Yin Qi in the sky and facing the golden sword light.
There were only two colors left in the sky within a hundred miles, half of the golden sword light, and half of the gray-black Yin Qi.
The two attacks were extremely powerful, but they were silent. In the sky, the gray-black Yin Qi took over for a while, and the golden sword light wiped out the gray-black Yin Qi for a while.
After ten breaths, the Golden Lin Sword shined brightly, wiping out the gray-black Yin Qi with one strike. The sword light swept by, and half of the figure of the woman in white was reduced to nothing.
The Jin Lin Sword was weak and flew back to He Ping'an's hand.
"My fellow Taoist has great magic power, and Bai Hong is ashamed of himself."
The cold woman waved her hand to gather the Yin Qi, and the half of her body that was chopped off returned to normal, but the figure became slightly transparent and empty: "But if you want to keep us, it is not easy, so why not just let it go. Bai Hong promises to strictly discipline us in the future. He is no longer allowed to set foot in the human world, what do you think, fellow Taoist?"
He Ping'an was noncommittal, secretly wondering in his heart whether the woman in white disappeared in an instant, was it just an instant?
If it were teleportation, it would indeed be difficult to save Song Mian's life today.
No, it’s not teleportation!
He discovered that although the woman disappeared instantly, she dispersed her Yin Qi and reappeared because Yin Qi was everywhere in the world.
All it takes is a thought to gather the Yin Qi again in another place.
In this way, although it is not teleportation, it is close to teleportation.
Knowing how she disappeared instantly, He Pingan had a way to restrain herself.
The Golden Lin Sword in his hand was collected in the Dantian, and the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills were used to activate it, turning it into a thousand-foot-long golden man, standing in the void, like a golden god.
With a thought, golden light filled the sky, covering the entire surrounding area for hundreds of miles.
Within a hundred miles, there was clarity between heaven and earth, and all the yin energy was dispersed by the golden light.
"Come again!"
He Ping'an punched out fiercely, activating his physical strength to the extreme. The golden fist force struck like a rising sun, causing ripples in the void wherever it went.
The cold woman's expression changed, and she realized at this moment that He Pingan's use of physical power was actually much stronger than using a sword.
For the first time, a cautious look appeared on her face. The white dress on her body silently turned into silver-white bone armor, and a white-bone long sword emitting a faint cold light suddenly appeared in her hand.
"break!"
A cold voice resounded throughout the world, and the white bone sword suddenly fell. A white light flashed across the sky and the earth, and endless killing power surged. In everyone's eyes, only the white light that penetrated the heaven and the earth was left, and no other light could be seen. anything.
When the white light came into contact with the golden fist power, there was no loud explosion like the cold woman had imagined. The superficial golden fist power was shattered into pieces and turned into nothing.
Looking closely, He Ping'an has disappeared behind the golden fist.
A ray of golden light converged and flew rapidly towards Song Mian in the distance.
"Shameless!"
The cold woman shouted angrily, and with a thought in her mind, she wanted to repeat her old trick and gather Yin Qi around Song Mian.
But he found that the Yin Qi within a hundred miles had been dispersed by the golden light, and it was impossible to condense the shadow. For the first time, a trace of panic appeared on his cold face.
At this time, He Ping'an's proud voice came faintly: "A soldier never tires of deceit."
The cold woman was anxious, her eyebrows raised, and her mind instantly communicated with the body of the Netherworld. A powerful and terrifying Yin Qi penetrated the void, opening a strange dark red vortex channel ten feet wide in the void next to Song Mian.
Waves of ghost cries and howls came from the dark red passage. Countless evil ghosts struggled to climb out, but were pulled in by the strange suction in the vortex. Song Mian's ghost body was also pulled in, and continued to Falling into the channel.
"Don't even think about it!"
He Ping'an roared angrily, and the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques were operating to the extreme. The golden liquid flowed on the thousand-foot-long golden body, the golden fist shadow blasted out, and a golden sun rose above the head, making the void tremble.
The dark red vortex channel seemed to be suppressed by this powerful punch. The vortex stopped rotating. Song Mian's face was full of fear, and the ghost body floated in the channel, no longer falling.
Just as the golden fist force reached the vicinity of the dark red passage, a white shadow suddenly flashed out from the side and blocked the dark red passage. In a hurry, the white sword light slashed down and headed towards the golden fist shadow.
"boom!"
The golden fist hit, and the white sword light that hurriedly responded to the battle shattered.
"Old Taoist priest, I, Song Baihong, remember you!"
The white shadow let out an angry roar, and then shattered like glass, before being completely submerged by the golden fist shadow.
The golden fist shadow was blocked for a moment, and the dark red Netherworld Channel vortex took the opportunity to resume operation, sucking Song Mian into the Netherworld.
However, most of the aftermath of the fight was still blasted into the underworld along the dark red channel. Song Mian was swept away by the aftermath, and his ghost body was immediately shattered, and he probably would not survive.
Then the golden and white light disappeared, and above the sky, a dark red passage was shrinking rapidly.
As long as a mortal looks at it, he will feel dizzy and his soul will fly out of his body.
In just one breath, the passage was completely closed and disappeared into the sky.
Only He Ping'an's thousand-foot golden body was left standing in the void.
There was a faint bloodshot appearance at the corner of his mouth, which was the backlash he suffered after the blow with Song Baihong just now, but it was not serious.
As long as you adjust your breath for a moment, this clone can be restored.
On the contrary, he gained a lot from the battle with Song Baihong, which gave him a deeper understanding of transcendence. He needed to find a place to comprehend it.
My own cultivation base is not comparable to the realm of this world, but after this battle, I found that my current cultivation base of eight thousand years, if I use my eight or nine mysterious skills at full strength, I should be able to fight with a true immortal.
Although he and Song Baihong are both clones, the opponent is fighting across boundaries. If the clone loses to himself, it does not mean that the main body will lose to himself.
But this Song Baihong, He Ping'an shook his head secretly when he thought of it, Fu Di Mo, it is really terrible...
"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life!"
"The Immortal is mighty!"
...
The people below, who had been frightened since Song Mian appeared, finally took a breath and cheered below.
He Pingan bowed to the people below, then turned into a golden light and left.
Before leaving, he did not forget to send a message to the people who opened the restaurant: "When the poor man goes to the restaurant, he is not allowed to default on his bill!"
...
Half an hour later, several light-escape meteors arrived here like a moon.
