A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qing appeared in front of He Ping'an with an old man who might be knocked down by Feng at any time.
"Senior, there is not a blade of grass growing within a hundred miles around Mian County. This junior rushed to Lin County to find such a Taoist cultivator."
Yang Qing said with some embarrassment: "However, I am only at the eighth level of cultivation..."
It was the first time that Senior Martial Saint arranged a task for himself, and he did it like this. He was really embarrassed to see others.
"It doesn't matter."
He Ping'an waved his hand and looked at the old Taoist in front of him. The spiritual light in his body was scattered and the spiritual energy was weak. He was obviously at the end of his strength.
If there is no chance, within three to five years, life span will be exhausted.
"I don't know how to call you a friend?"
He Ping'an raised his hand and made a bow, then asked.
The old Taoist glanced at He Ping'an with his dim eyes. On the way here, Yang Qing had already told him that this sloppy Taoist's status was extraordinary. He said tremblingly: "Junior Yuan Shou, pay my respects to the senior."
As he was about to bow down, He Ping'an quickly waved his hand to help him up. Don't bow to him and twist his waist, which would cause trouble.
"Master Yang told me everything on the way here. This junior will definitely cooperate with the senior fully."
"It's just that these hundreds of thousands of dead souls...if I'm sorry to say it bluntly, even a first-grade Taoist monk, I'm afraid it will take a month to be completely transcended."
"Ahem!"
After saying these words, Yuan Shou coughed violently.
He Pingan nodded and said: "I understand this. You just need to do your best and leave the rest to me."
Naturally, he knew this situation well. If no other external force intervened, even if this old Taoist's life span was exhausted, he was afraid that the hundreds of thousands of dead souls would not be able to completely save them.
"Yes, this junior understands."
Seeing that He Ping'an seemed confident, Old Taoist Yuanshou said no more. The pure Taoist magic power surged in his body, and then he began to mutter: "The Supreme Lord's decree, transcend your lonely soul..."
As his voice fell, a mysterious aura was generated in Mian County. Under the ground, there seemed to be a vaguely ancient door quietly opening.
The ancient gate is as spacious as a sky and has a vague ancient meaning. There are some strange lines engraved on it, giving people a sense of eeriness and terror.
Old Taoist Yuanshou's expression changed. He had never seen such a miraculous effect when reciting this rebirth mantra before.
Only then did he suddenly feel that at some point, a warm palm had been placed on his back, and pure Taoist magic power was continuously transmitted from the palm into his Dantian, unprecedentedly A sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart.
This mana, as deep as the sea, seemed to be endless, so powerful that it was unbelievable. Old Taoist Yuan Shou had never thought that he could have so much mana in his body.
Just as he was thinking wildly, a faint voice suddenly came from his mind: "Be careful and keep reading."
Old Taoist Yuanshou felt a chill in his heart and continued to recite the Rebirth Mantra.
The ancient gate under the ground opened instantly, and endless Yin Qi spurted out from the gate. If you use the technique of spiritual eyes, you can see endless grievances wailing on the gate, trying to break free.
After just one breath, this spray force turned into an indescribably powerful suction force. Even though the monks present were still some distance away, they felt that their souls were unstable and seemed to be about to escape from their bodies.
Yang Qing and others quickly calmed down and resisted this strange suction force.
"blow......."
The strange suction force swept out against hundreds of thousands of dead souls, trying to bring these dead souls into the netherworld.
At this moment, above the hundreds of thousands of dead souls, an invisible blood line suddenly emerged from the ghost body, tightly connected with the remains of the ancient book that He Ping'an had put in his sleeves.
Even though this strange suction force was extremely powerful, it could not break the blood thread. Instead, it caused hundreds of thousands of dead ghosts to cry and howl, and the pain of being pulled away from their souls was heartbreaking.
"Jie Jie Jie...Three Crazy Taoists, even if you defeat me, these hundreds of thousands of dead souls will still be mine."
"You can kill them, but you can't let their souls return to the underworld."
In the ancient book, Yin Chuankong's proud laughter could be heard.
"Yeah?"
He Ping'an smiled faintly, and the Demonic Blood Magic Sword appeared in his hand. The blood-colored blade as thin as a cicada's wings flashed with blood. At some point, it had already slashed down, directly towards the hundreds of thousands of invisible blood lines.
"It's useless. This invisible blood line has been tightly locked by human books. Even a true immortal cannot break this blood line..."
Yinchuan Sora's proud laughter came out again, but was immediately interrupted.
"Zheng!"
There was a slight sound of a knife, and tens of thousands of the invisible blood threads that Yin Chuankong said were absolutely unbreakable were cut off by the Demonic Blood Divine Sword.
Without the traction of the invisible blood line, these tens of thousands of dead souls were suddenly sucked into the netherworld.
"clank......."
More than ten consecutive sword sounds were heard, and all the invisible blood threads pulling on hundreds of thousands of dead souls were cut off, and all the dead souls fell into the netherworld.
When hundreds of thousands of dead souls fell into the netherworld, they did not forget to turn around and pay homage to He Ping'an and Yuan Shou.
I don't know if it's He Ping'an's hallucination or what, but I always feel a lightness on my body, as if something is being blessed on my soul.
Some things that I couldn't figure out before seemed to suddenly become clear to me now.
As all the souls of the dead fell into the netherworld, He Ping'an retracted his palms. Old Taoist Yuanshou suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and weakness in his body, and he no longer had the incomparable feeling he had before.
"Yuanshou Yuanshou, it is true that life should not be cut off..."
He Ping'an looked at Old Dao Yuanshou with a smile and nodded gently to him.
Old Taoist Yuanshou was still wondering why He Ping'an said that. At this time, Yang Qing came over and said, "Old Taoist Yuanshou, you haven't thanked Senior Martial Saint yet."
Hearing this, Old Taoist Yuan Shou was moved in his heart. He looked at some of his hands and found that the old and shriveled palms now had clear lines and even a little luster on them.
In Yang Qing's eyes, his hair turned black and his trembling body was full of strength. He was obviously dozens of years younger, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
I am... Old Taoist Yuan Shou suddenly remembered something, and he quickly bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I will never forget it, my junior Yuan Shou."
"It doesn't matter. If you do more good deeds in the future, you will be blessed!"
He Ping'an waved his hand to Master Yuan Shou, and then flew towards Hanning County.
Old Taoist Yuan Shou became dozens of years younger in an instant, partly because He Ping'an's magic power had remained in his body for a period of time. Even if only a trace remained, it would be of infinite use to Old Tao Yuan Shou.
At the same time, the merits of saving hundreds of thousands of dead souls are immeasurable. Even if most of them fall on He Ping'an, a little will still fall on Yuanshou Laodao. They will also be subtle and have immeasurable benefits to Yuanshou Laodao.
He Ping'an predicted that if everything goes well for Yuanshou Old Taoist, he will be able to cultivate to at least the fourth level of Taoism in the future.
Nothing more than chance.
...
An hour later, Hanning County Prefecture.
He Ping'an's body disappeared and he sat cross-legged above the Yamen.
Below the yamen, Yang Qing and Liu Yue'e were sitting at the top and ordered the prefect of Hanning County to gather all Hanning County officials into the yamen.
The prefect of Hanning County felt a little uneasy. Although he was under pressure, he took both hard and soft measures and refused to implement it.
Just after the two of them explained that this was an order from the Martial Saint, the prefect of Hanning County remained the same, squeezing his neck and saying, "You are great for your high cultivation level!"
Before Yang Qing could say anything, Liu Yue'e suddenly became furious, her eyebrows stood up, her true energy surged, and she struck suddenly.
The second-grade martial arts cultivation level came out of the body, and the martial arts will destroyed the mountains and rubble, and easily dispersed the protective righteousness of the Hanning County prefect.
Liu Yue'e then raised her palm in vain, grabbing the official seal carried by the prefect of Hanning County into her hand like a bag.
By the way, he punched the prefect of Hanning County, directly on the bridge of his nose, and scarlet nosebleeds immediately flowed out.
He Ping'an saw it in the air and was secretly amused. This was Hanning County's eunuch's lieutenant. The side effects of the true energy left in Liu Yuee's body began to take effect.
After getting the official seal, Liu Yue'e threw the big seal to Yang Qing and asked him to summon all the officials in Hanning County and gather at the Yamen of Hanning County in half an hour.
Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy.
After doing all this, Liu Yue'e glanced sideways at the trembling Hanning County prefect, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have a high level of cultivation, and I can really do whatever I want!"
