In just one cup of tea, He Ping'an had already arrived at a barren mountain three hundred miles outside Xuanyang City from within the imperial city.
Blessed by eight thousand years of mana, even the large formation outside Xuanyang City can be passed through with just one pass.
Even if someone discovered it, they would only feel that a big hole was broken through the formation in an instant, and then his figure could no longer be sensed.
In mid-air, Heaven's Punishment follows like a shadow. This is the power of Heaven, directly locking He Ping'an's body. No matter what method is used, he cannot avoid it and can only resist forcefully.
Within a radius of ten miles, there are layers of dark clouds, forming a vortex in the air, giving people a strong sense of depression.
In the whirlpool, lightning and thunder roared, and the thunder and lightning were like golden pythons, hesitating in it, seeming to choose people to devour.
"Is this heaven's punishment?"
He Ping'an's spiritual consciousness peered out and felt the terrifying power of the golden thunder and lightning. Just one ray could seriously injure a first-grade monk.
No wonder the fourth generation of supervisors also died.
However, at this time, this heavenly punishment has not yet fully formed, and dark clouds, thunder and lightning are still slowly gathering.
"Pindao has no intention of waiting for you!"
He Ping'an's body swayed, and the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills were fully activated, turning into a giant of a hundred feet, with golden light flowing all over his body, towering like a mountain.
"vigorously!"
With a loud roar, He Pingan's physical strength became three times stronger, and the golden light on his body surged again. Even the dark clouds of heaven's punishment could not cover up the golden light shining on the earth.
"Roar!"
The Baizhang golden man let out a loud roar and jumped directly into the whirlpool. Like a dragon entering the sea, he punched and raised his legs wantonly. The powerful golden fist shadows almost tore the whirlpool apart.
"boom!"
The golden thunder and lightning in the vortex seemed to have encountered such a bold person for the first time. The golden thunder and lightning expanded twice as much again, and a golden python as thick as a bucket rushed towards He Ping'an with its teeth and claws.
"Well done!"
When He Ping'an saw the golden python coming, he showed no fear on his face. The golden light on his body rose again, and he rushed toward the golden python like an arrow from a string.
"thunderbolt!"
Golden thunder and lightning struck He Pingan from the golden python, but could only leave a few scorched black marks on his body.
He Ping'an had already approached the golden python at this time, grabbed the golden python with both hands, ignored the "sizzling" light flashing on it, and used hard force with both hands to tear the golden python into two pieces.
The golden python let out a shrill cry, and the thunder and lightning dispersed.
He Ping'an didn't wait for the power of heaven's punishment to gather thunder and lightning again, and swept the golden fist, each punch more domineering than the last, and directly swept away the dark clouds in the sky and disappeared.
As the dark clouds dispersed, He Pingan felt that the power locked on him disappeared, knowing that the punishment from heaven was over.
Seeing a escaping light coming from a distance, He Ping'an flashed and disappeared.
...
On the second day, He Pingan felt refreshed and went to the grass department on time.
After surviving the heavenly punishment last night, He Pingan dropped the last word on the rice paper, but no special force came to destroy it again.
It seems that God has very limited restrictions on transcendence. As long as the strength is strong enough, it is the way of heaven and can be violated.
After last night's study, he had already gained a lot of insights into Xiao Yan's divine numbers. He only needed to give him about half a month more time.
Not to mention predicting others, at least you can hide your own aura.
For example, if Guo Jianzheng and other monks below the realm of transcendence try to predict themselves, they will be counterattacked by heaven.
After putting aside what happened last night and making sure that nothing was missing, He Pingan's mind fell on a clone from the Drug Testing Department.
This clone has lived in the Drug Testing Department for nearly four years. He Ping'an decided to take the last pill today and let him disappear.
Otherwise, if you live too long, you will inevitably attract the attention of the commander.
It is impossible for everyone to survive in the Drug Trial Department for ten years and then come out just like their own body.
The clone took the elixir and felt a familiar trance.
In southern Xinjiang, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.
The plague raged and corpses piled up.
In a small mountain valley like a paradise, there is a small village.
Smoke was rising from the kitchen, and there was a house in the east of the village.
"Heng'er, get up and eat quickly."
A beautiful woman with a beautiful face wearing coarse linen clothes walked out of the kitchen and called to the back room.
"mother......"
"Ahem..."
A childish voice came from the back room, and it sounded hoarse.
"Heng'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Why is my forehead so hot? What should I do?"
The beautiful woman's helpless and anxious voice came from inside the house.
"Mom, am I sick?"
In the back room, a seven or eight-year-old child with a pale face and red cheeks asked feebly.
"Heng'er, don't be afraid, my mother is by your side..."
The beautiful woman brought a bucket of water from outside the house and quickly put a towel on the child's forehead.
"Heng'er, please stay at home. Mom will go find a doctor for you right now."
The beautiful woman hurriedly ran out of the house and walked towards the west end of the village.
The only doctor in Taoyuan Village lives there.
...
"Doctor Tian, how is Heng'er?"
"Why does this child's symptoms look a bit like the plague outside - smallpox?"
At the house of a middle-aged peasant woman, a man in his forties dressed as a doctor shook his head and frowned.
"plague?"
"It's impossible. Since the plague spread outside, we have never gone out. How could we catch smallpox?"
The beautiful woman was shocked and shook her head.
"Sister Su, don't worry. I'll prescribe some medicine to try first."
Doctor Tian thought about it for a moment, wrote down a prescription, and then asked the beautiful woman to go with him to his home to get the medicine.
Three days later, the child's symptoms not only did not improve, but worsened.
Doctor Tian came to diagnose again. When he walked to the door of the back room and saw red spots on the child's body, his expression suddenly changed and he turned around and left.
"Doctor Tian, why are you leaving?"
The beautiful woman hurriedly chased after him.
"Sister Su, I can't cure your child."
"It's been three or four days, and the common cold should be almost gone.
"I see there are red spots on Heng'er's body. It must be smallpox."
"Get ready for the funeral!"
Doctor Tian shook off the beautiful woman holding his sleeve, turned around and left, heading towards the village chief's house.
If a plague occurs in the village, the village chief must be reported immediately.
There are many villages outside that have been wiped out because they did not pay attention to the plague.
Taoyuan Village has been doing well until now precisely because the village is closed and people from other villages are not allowed to enter.
Su fell to the ground, unable to believe the bad news.
That night, outside Su's house.
She had just put the seriously ill Heng'er to sleep, and had just closed her eyes when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of noisy footsteps outside the window.
Afraid of waking up the sleeping child, she walked out of the house and saw about thirty people from the village, all of them holding torches, standing outside the gate.
"Ms. Su, after your man dies, what will our Taoyuan Village do to you and your children?"
An old man with a long beard came out. He looked quite prestigious. As soon as his voice rang out, all the noise around him suddenly fell silent.
"After that person in my family left, I thanked all my uncles and aunts for taking care of our orphans and widows. Mrs. Su is very grateful."
Su Shi answered truthfully, with a bad omen rising in her heart.
"In this case, I will also open the skylight and say it clearly. Your child has contracted the plague and cannot stay in the village."
The old man's voice was not loud, but it felt like being struck by lightning in Su's heart.
"Village chief, Heng'er is only seven years old and is seriously ill. If he can't stay in the village, how can he survive outside?"
"Please ask the village chief to let us orphans and widows stay in the village."
"In the next life, we will be cows and horses, and we, mother and son, will repay Taoyuan Village's kindness."
Mrs. Su begged, her voice was like weeping blood.
"No, if your children are here, it will be a disaster for Taoyuan Village."
The village chief shook his head slowly, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face.
In this world, it is not easy to have a pure land like Taoyuan Village. Although he knows that he is too unfeeling towards Su's mother and son, he cannot allow him to give in at this time.
"Get out."
"Get out..."
When the villagers behind the village chief saw that Su was still hanging on, they scolded her continuously. It seemed that even the bright jade plate in the sky was shaken by their voices and hid behind the clouds.
