"The condition for answering the question is equal exchange."
"Answer me first, who are you?"
He Pingan frowned, flew up, and instantly reached the level with the soul of the Taoist priest.
In his spiritual eye technique, the Taoist priest's soul's cultivation level was a bit strange, seeming to be somewhere between a ghost immortal and a first-grade ghost king.
But the strength seems to be much stronger than that of Song Baihong's clone that he saw.
"This person is the Netherworld Ghost Immortal - Yinchuan Kong!"
The soul of the Taoist priest did not hide it and answered directly.
"Sure enough, it comes from the underworld!"
He Ping'an had already made a guess in his mind, so he wasn't very surprised. However, Yin Chuankong was clearly not a ghost fairy yet, but he put a lot of money on his face. He probably wanted to use the name of a ghost fairy to scare him away.
What problem happened in the Nether World? Even if the ghost fairy Song Baihong could break through the barrier between the two realms and appear in the human world, why could such a half-step ghost fairy come into the human world?
You know, even though wandering ghosts came to the world in the past, they were all under the cultivation of ghosts and immortals.
Once you reach the level of ghosts and immortals, you are bound by the constraints between the two realms and cannot come in true form. At most, you can come in avatar form.
And this Sora Yinchuan is actually able to sneak into the human world, which is incredible.
"You haven't told me yet, how did you discover me?"
Yin Chuankong frowned and looked at He Ping'an. There was a gloomy air behind him, covering a hundred miles in radius, and the entire sky became cloudy.
"because of......"
Just as Yinchuan Kong was waiting for the answer, He Ping'an suddenly disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind Yinchuan Kong.
With a punch, the golden light was generous, and the dark clouds that covered the sky immediately tore a crack, and the golden light burst out.
Yin Chuankong felt the power of He Pingan's punch, and a strange smile appeared on his thin face. He did not dodge or avoid it, but went forward to meet it.
There was a trace of surprise on He Ping'an's face, and the speed of the fist in his hand was a little faster. It hit Yin Chuankong's ghost body, but it felt like it hit the air, with no force.
The Yinchuan sky held hundreds of miles of clouds, and surrounded He Ping'an. Suddenly, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling between the sky and the earth, and there were gusts of wind.
"Here we go again!"
He Ping'an looked helpless. These ghost cultivators seemed to have the magical power to transform the body into a void, and they always felt that this method could achieve miraculous results.
"cut!"
He Ping'an let out a soft drink, and in the sea of consciousness, a bright little sword came out of his body and slashed directly towards Yin Chuankong who was hiding in the dark clouds.
This small sword of divine knowledge can identify where Yin Chuan Kong's true soul is hiding. When the sword is slashed out, it immediately leaves a deep scar on Yin Chuan Kong's soul.
"hiss!"
Yinchuankong's soul was cut off and he let out a cry of pain. The ghost body immediately fled into the dark clouds, keeping a safe distance from He Ping'an.
"That's how you were discovered!"
It wasn't until this moment that He Ping'an spoke out.
The moment Li Yuanming disappeared, He Ping'an's consciousness was keenly aware of the fluctuation of souls near Yin Chuankong.
After giving it a try, he discovered Sora Yinchuan's problem.
As soon as the words fell, He Ping'an transformed, activated the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, and suddenly transformed into a thousand-foot golden giant, standing between heaven and earth.
Golden light shone from the surface of the body, sweeping away all the dark clouds surrounding it.
The sky was divided into two colors. One side was filled with dark clouds and gloomy atmosphere, while the other side was filled with golden light and vastness.
"Fellow Taoist, we have no life-or-death enmity, so why don't we just let it go?"
Yin Chuankong saw that He Pingan was not easy to deal with, and intended to shake hands with He Pingan and make peace.
The blow from his consciousness just now was heart-wrenching. Although he was not injured, it also caused a certain psychological shadow on him.
At the same time, he sighed in his heart about his bad luck. If he was given another three years, he would be able to swallow up all the dead souls in Mian County and directly enter the realm of ghosts and immortals.
"Shake hands and make peace. Ask the many dead souls below if they will agree!"
He Ping'an looked at the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in Mian County below with a hint of coldness on his face.
"Fellow Taoist, are you doing it for these ants?"
Yin Chuankong said in surprise, in his opinion, not to mention the powerful people who have transcended the realm, even the monks who have reached the upper third level feel that they are no longer on the same level as ordinary people of the same race, and how many people will go to war with the same level for ordinary people? .
"They are not ants, they are my kindred!"
He Pingan said in a solemn tone, and then punched out, the power contained in it shook the mountains and caused the void to tremble.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Well done. Since you are here for your fellow tribesmen, let them come and meet you!"
Yin Chuankong gave a sly smile, and then he saw dead souls beneath him, wrapped in dark clouds, soaring into the sky, becoming the ghost soldiers in the front row of hundreds of miles of dark clouds.
When He Ping'an saw this, he frowned and retracted the punch.
Yin Chuankong can actually control these hundreds of thousands of dead souls, which is really troublesome.
"Children, go up and devour the flesh and blood of your fellow man!"
Following Yin Chuankong's order, hundreds of thousands of dead souls, like ants, rushed toward He Ping'an.
Some dead souls whose strength was low and could not even reach the ninth grade ghost cultivator were illuminated by the golden light before they could reach the Qianzhang golden man transformed by He Ping'an, turning into fly ash and disappearing.
He Ping'an frowned. At this time, he discovered that as some of the dead souls disappeared, Yin Chuankong's strength seemed to be stronger.
He can absorb the yin energy of these dead souls!
He killed all these dead souls with ruthless hands, but instead improved Yin Chuankong's cultivation level.
"Fellow Taoist, how about you just pretend you didn't see me and leave?"
Yin Chuankong seemed to have noticed his hesitation, and there were ghostly sounds, tempting He Ping'an to give up.
In fact, if He Pingan really slaughtered these hundreds of thousands of dead souls, he would not dare to devour them all, otherwise the impact of the souls of hundreds of thousands of dead souls would make him fall into a deep sleep.
This is why he has been slowly refining the dead souls of Mian County over the years.
His cultivation has also gone from the second-grade ghost cultivator at the beginning to the current half-step ghost immortal.
"Spreading beans makes an army!"
Just when the soul of the dead was about to rush in front of He Pingan, hundreds of golden light flashes, and hundreds of yellow scarf warriors wearing golden armor, yellow scarves on their heads, and holding golden halberds appeared on the field.
Each golden warrior emits streaks of yellow light from his body, each trapping thousands of dead souls.
As soon as these dead souls entered the yellow light, they suddenly felt like falling into a quagmire and struggled to move.
There is no need for the Yellow Turban Warriors to take action, they just need to stop these dead souls for a moment.
As long as you don't get close to He Ping'an, you won't be able to cause trouble to him.
When Sora Yinchuan saw the golden warrior suddenly appearing on the field, he was slightly stunned. He was about to take action to destroy it, but suddenly his mind alerted him. Before he had time to think about it, the ghost body turned invisible and he wanted to avoid it.
"cut!"
As a cold and stern voice sounded, a crystal-clear small sword of consciousness suddenly appeared near Yinchuankong's soul and slashed it down with one sword.
"ah......"
Yin Chuankong let out a shrill howl of a ghost, his soul was in severe pain, and his ghost body appeared.
