The two gatekeepers died, and the magic power of the three crazy Taoists was rolled up. The two bodies were instantly wiped out, and there was no trace of the two men here.
Until then, the three crazy Taoists glanced at the snow valley and on the hard black rock. Taizu used a pointing pen to write three big characters on the stone: Valley of Heroic Souls!
The three characters were dyed red with the blood of the foreign tribes in Beimang. After thousands of years, they still did not fade.
He Ping'an looked at the writing written by Taizu himself, and his eyes seemed to have flashed back to the time when Taizu Daxuan was so angry at the deaths of ten thousand people in the Xuanjia Army, defeated the Beimang Witch God, and killed the Witch Immortal. Write these three characters on the rock.
Each stroke contains Taizu's grief for the Xuanjia Army.
With each stroke, the majestic true meaning of the Martial Saint of Taizu Daxuan was revealed.
He Ping'an stood under the Valley of Heroes and did not move for a long time, seeming to feel the same emotions as Taizu Daxuan.
After a long time, He Pingan stretched out his right hand and slowly wrote the three characters "Valley of Heroes" in the void with his right index finger according to what Taizu had written.
On the fingertips, golden light flickered, and unconsciously, the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques started to operate automatically.
Wherever the sword finger flashed, the golden light was so sharp that cracks seemed to be torn open in the void.
After finishing writing, He Ping'an stood at the mouth of the valley and bowed deeply three times to the three words "Valley of Heroes".
These three bows have profound meanings.
The first bow is to the dead souls in the Valley of Heroes.
The second bow was to Taizu Daxuan, who opened up a holy land for the human race.
The third bow represents He Ping'an, who will go on a killing spree today...
After bowing, He Ping'an flashed and headed towards the garrison camp in the Valley of Heroes.
Heroic Soul Valley has been classified as a forbidden area since Taizu. A garrison of 100 people has been stationed here for a long time.
Not long after, miserable howls continued to sound in the garrison camp, until half an hour later, the sound suddenly stopped.
In the garrison at this time, the soldiers fell to the ground in a mess, and their blood washed out like bright red rivers, melting the deep snow on the ground, and then freezing it into black blood clots.
In the garrison of a hundred people, only three figures were still standing here.
One of them is none other than the Three Crazy Taoist transformed by He Pingan.
There was another person, Tan Shoubei, the garrison master of the Heroic Soul Valley garrison camp. Not a single part of his skin was intact, but he was forcibly suspended in mid-air by a powerful force.
A golden sword light surrounded his body, and it continuously scratched his body. Every time it scratched, it left a deep scar.
"Please, please give me a pleasure!"
At this time, Tan Shoubei's blood was almost running out, but he was hung up by He Ping'an's magic power. Not only could he not die, he was even extremely conscious.
Every time the sword flashed, it made him miserable.
"It can't be done. The ten thousand knives promised can't be less than one knives."
A rare cruel smile appeared on He Pingan's face, and then his men showed no mercy. The sword flashed again, bringing with it another streak of blood.
Next to the two men was a thin figure, wearing the uniform of a garrison soldier. His young face was full of scars. When he saw He Ping'an Lingchi guarding the adults, there was no trace of pity on his face, and there was even a little pleasure on his face.
Three hours later, the sky gradually turned dark, and He Ping'an finally finished the 10,000-slash attack. However, with the maintenance of his magic power, Tan Shoubei still did not die.
"Ten thousand and one..."
He Ping'an counted softly, but Tan Shoubei, who thought it was finally over, felt despair in his heart.
A total of ten thousand cuts. Even if there was no blood, the severe pain of these ten thousand cuts had already made his soul almost numb.
Another hour later, He Ping'an felt something in his heart. He felt someone coming from outside the Valley of Heroes. His magic power was withdrawn. Tan Shoubei suddenly lost all his vitality and died.
Then mana surged, and the illusion was activated, wrapping the entire garrison in it. Suddenly, the entire Heroic Soul Valley returned to its previous appearance.
"You come with me first!"
He Ping'an ordered the thin young man.
Then He Ping'an turned around and transformed into the dead Tan Shoubei under the dumbfounded gaze of the young man.
When everything was ready, He Pingan took the young man out of the valley.
"Whoosh..."
In just one cup of tea, a sound broke through the air. He Ping'an and the two looked at each other and saw a yellow light flying from the horizon. The light slowly grew in size and turned into a spiritual boat more than three feet long.
The front is pointed and the back is rounded, which is the shape of the spirit boat commonly used in the Changsheng Palace.
"Haha, Tan Shouwei is indeed punctual!"
Before the spirit boat could stop, a hearty voice came from inside the spirit boat.
Then only two "swish" sounds were heard, and two figures jumped out of the spirit boat.
At the front was a middle-aged man with strong muscles and a square face. He was dressed in the clothes of a hundred households in the Changsheng Palace and had a fifth-level martial arts cultivation.
Behind him was a gray-haired old Taoist, wearing a clean Bagua Taoist robe, with a sixth-level Taoist cultivation level.
"Knowing that Master Duan Baihu and Master Ding are coming, I've been waiting outside the valley for a long time!"
He Ping'an, with a spring breeze on his face, led the young soldiers to greet him.
At this time, the young soldier had changed his appearance and transformed into a soldier who often followed Tan Defei.
"Tan Shouwei is too polite, haha, let's go then."
Duan Baihu smiled heartily, and then walked towards the Valley of Heroes. Before entering the door, he glanced at the two soldiers guarding the door.
I was a little surprised. The guard guarding the gate before was standing staggering.
Now the two gatekeepers stood as straight as javelins.
However, he just had some doubts in his heart and did not express them out loud.
"No hurry, have you two masters brought the elixir?"
He Ping'an smiled and asked seemingly casually.
The two soldiers guarding the gate were transformed from the yellow scarf warriors he summoned by scattering beans into soldiers, and their energy and spirit were naturally incomparable.
He also wanted to make the two yellow scarf warriors look more like each other, but unfortunately these yellow scarf warriors were really unable to execute such complex orders.
"Ah ha ha!"
Immortal Ding patted his forehead, took out a white jade bottle from his arms and offered it to him, and then said with a smile: "If Tan Shoubei didn't remind me, I would have forgotten it. Looking at my memory, I would be old and confused."
He Ping'an chuckled twice, but his face remained unchanged at all. He put the white jade bottle into his arms and led the three of them along a snow-covered cobblestone path towards the depths of the Heroic Soul Valley.
It was already Haishi, and it was pitch black as far as the eye could see, with gusty winds and occasional sounds of howling ghosts and wolves. If ordinary people were here, they would probably be scared to death.
Fortunately, the four of them had achieved great success in cultivation and were able to see at night. In addition, they had good cultivation and extraordinary courage, so they did not have much fear.
There was silence all around, except for the soft "rustling" sound of the four people stepping on the snow.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the four of them reached the depths of the valley. A faint blue light curtain blocked their progress.
"This is it."
He Pingan stopped and said.
After hearing his instructions, the other three people stopped, and then Duan Baihu said: "As agreed before, Shou Tan will use a large formation to send out a hundred souls, and we will put them into ghost bags. take away."
Tan Shoubei had made an agreement with these two people before to exchange one hundred dead souls in the Valley of Heroes for a bottle of elixir.
"No rush, I want to change the rules this time."
He Ping'an suddenly spoke, his face looking a little ferocious and gloomy under the dim blue light.
"Tan Shoubei, what do you mean?"
Duan Baihu's expression changed, his true energy was distributed throughout his body subconsciously, and the light on his hands flashed, ready to take action at any time.
Master Ding behind him also had a tense look on his face. His magic power was stirring, and his body was floating in the wind, ready to... run away at any time.
