Half an hour later, in the entire Xiancao Hall, all the guests who came to celebrate were dead, and only He Pingan was left standing among a pile of corpses and a sea of blood.
"It's not broken yet?"
He Ping'an looked up at the sky and saw the bright moon hanging high above his head. It was obvious that he was still in a dream.
At this moment, an old figure appeared in his field of vision.
"Why?"
"Peace, why?"
He Lieyun looked at the scene in front of him, heartbroken, and his eyes were filled with grief.
"Oh, not bad!
"Friend Wu Xian, your acting skills are really good!"
He Pingan looked at He Lieyun, who had a gray beard in front of him, with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
"He Ping'an, how did you see it?"
Seeing that He Pingan seemed to have seen through everything, He Lieyun, who was entranced by the drama, turned around and transformed into a man wearing a black robe and holding a wooden staff.
It’s none other than the wizard Zhu Qing!
"Haha, why should I tell you!"
He Ping'an's eyes flashed with sternness. This guy dared to take advantage of him. It would be difficult to calm down the anger in his heart without killing him.
The blood in his hand flickered, and a bloody long knife with thin cicada wings appeared in his hand.
He rarely sacrifices the Demonic Blood Sword at the first move, but once he sacrifices it, he must return after seeing blood.
"die!"
He Ping'an waved his hand and slashed down, and the Heavenly Demon's Blood-Transforming Divine Sword suddenly turned into a streak of bloody lightning and slashed towards the Witch Fairy Zhu Qing in front of him.
The wizard Zhu Qing saw the power of the demon-turned-blood sword in front of him. He flashed the wooden staff in his hand, and suddenly a black light curtain flashed in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the demon-turned-blood sword completely ignored the defense of the black light curtain. With a "stab", it broke through the black light curtain and struck directly on the body of the wizard Zhu Qing.
Suddenly, a bloody light appeared. Before the wooden staff in the hand of the wizard Zhu Qing could be lifted, his body had been swallowed by the demon-turned-blood sword.
Then the soul only had time to let out a scream and fell into the demon-turned-blood sword.
"Boom!"
With the death of the wizard Zhu Qing, the sky with the bright moon hanging high in front of He Pingan seemed to be torn open, and then everything in front of him shattered like a mirror, revealing the ghost soldiers and soldiers still fighting on the Xuanwu Cliff. Both sides of the people in Beimang.
There was a trace of doubt on He Pingan's face. The wizard Zhu Qing seemed to have been defeated too quickly.
But not far away, looking at the wizard Zhu Qing with only human skin left, and the black wooden staff falling to the ground with a clang, everything in front of him told He Pingan that he had won.
The Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand kept conveying bloodlust. He Ping'an had no time to think about it. With his body scurrying around, he had already killed all the remaining Beimang monks in just ten breaths.
"Haha, the wizard is nothing more than that."
He Ping'an chuckled lightly, and then led his ghost soldiers to directly attack the capital of Beimang, killing almost all the aliens in Beimang.
One hundred years later, He Ping'an made successive breakthroughs in cultivation, annihilating the surrounding alien races, and became the best in the world. He finally understood the method of breaking the void, punched through the air, and returned to China.
...
In a small mountain village at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, smoke rose, and a slender figure slowly walked out of the winter morning mist and arrived at the entrance of the village.
"Didi..."
A two-wheeled motorcycle passed by He Pingan, and then broke through the morning fog in an instant, speeding along the road towards the city.
"Finally home!"
A trace of excitement flashed in He Pingan's eyes, but his steps slowed down.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.
He Ping'an has many thoughts in his mind. He has been in another world for more than a hundred years, but it seems that Huaxia has only lived for more than three years. He doesn't know if his parents in his hometown are still well.
As soon as he entered the village, He Pingan was stopped by two heavily armed Dabais. There were also several cadres who seemed to be maintaining order standing next to them. However, they looked a bit strange and He Pingan did not recognize them.
"Where are you from?"
"Do you have a health code?"
"I......."
He Pingan looked at the two people in front of him and was a little confused for a moment.
Health code, when I left, I seemed to have seen this thing in the news, but I had never used it...
"You look young, you don't need a mobile phone, right?"
A Dabai looked at He Pingan with burning eyes, as if looking at a wanted criminal.
"I lost my phone."
He Pingan said awkwardly.
"Lost your phone?"
"What's the ID number?"
Another Dabai got the signal from his companions and looked at He Ping'an warily. Several other village cadres quietly blocked his retreat.
"I'm familiar with the ID number, 6XXX..."
He Pingan honestly reported his ID number, like a child who had done something wrong.
After all, he had just returned to this world, and He Pingan still wanted to maintain his image as a law-abiding and good citizen.
"No such person found!"
"who are you?"
A Dabai entered He Ping'an's ID number into a device, only to find that no relevant information could be found at all.
Several village cadres behind him heard the sound and immediately moved closer. It was obvious that they had a disagreement and wanted to restrain He Ping'an first.
Being a man before and after, He Ping'an couldn't care less about maintaining his image as a law-abiding and good citizen. His eyes flashed with green light, and the soul-stirring technique was quietly activated.
"What do you mean by stopping me?"
He Ping'an asked sharply, his eyes flashing coldly.
"We just want to make a nucleic acid for you..."
A Dabai said with a stiff voice.
After asking all these questions, the stone in He Pingan's heart finally fell.
In the year he traveled through time, a terrible plague broke out in Blue Star.
At that time, he had heard about it in the news, but before the plague broke out in full force, he had already arrived in Daxuan.
After more than three years, the plague has not subsided. Instead, it has become increasingly mutated and difficult to control.
Including health codes and nucleic acids, he had actually heard of these things in the news, but he had never used them in reality.
At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, and it was discarded in the corner of my mind.
"Ah, this..."
He Pingan looked embarrassed. What should he do in this situation? After all, he had been missing for more than three years and no one would believe him if he told her.
Forget it, never mind, go home first.
"Crack!"
With a snap of his fingers, He Ping'an lifted the soul-obsessing spell and at the same time tampered with the memories of the people in front of him. They could no longer remember that anyone had been here before.
A breeze blew by, and He Pingan's figure appeared outside a dilapidated two-story building in the mountain village.
Looking at the two-story building in front of him, He Ping'an's mind was filled with thoughts and memories.
When I left my hometown and entered university, this two-story building had just been built, and everything was new.
Now, it is so dilapidated.
"Uh-huh!"
The breeze blew by, and He Ping'an walked directly through the locked iron gate and appeared in the courtyard of the two-story building.
"Dad, Mom, your unfilial son is back safely."
He Pingan stood in the courtyard below the small building, and his slightly excited voice clearly spread throughout the small building.
In the small building, only his echo sounded, but no one responded.
"Dad, Mom!"
He Pingan's voice became anxious, and at the same time his consciousness swept out, covering the entire small building.
"Dad...Mom..."
At this moment, He Pingan's voice suddenly changed color, his body turned into reality, he walked directly through the door of the front hall and knelt under the two portraits.
Printed on the portrait were clearly He Pingan's parents.
"Dad, Mom!"
He Ping'an's eyes were filled with tears. He really couldn't imagine that his parents died in just three years.
If your parents pass away, what's the use of becoming a generation of Immortal Emperor?
In He Pingan's heart, sadness kept emerging, and he even had the idea of killing himself with a palm and following his parents.
At this moment, the Panlong jade pendant hanging on his chest suddenly glowed with yellow light. At the same time, the entire jade pendant became hot. Even He Pingan's body felt a little uncomfortable.
"No, something is wrong here!"
