"I can't promise that I will save Qingxue"
King Tuntian's face kept changing and his voice was intermittent, but he resisted He Pingan's temptation.
"Save Qingxue?"
He Ping'an's eyes were sharp. He didn't expect that this toad would be so infatuated. He could resist his temptation just because of his obsession with saving Qingxue.
The demon clan must recognize its master only if the demon cultivator is absolutely willing to do so.
"Just you?"
He Ping'an sneered and couldn't help but taunted: "Third-grade demon cultivator, when your life span is exhausted, it will be impossible to break through the realm of transcendence."
"Besides, if you don't recognize me as your master, do you think you still have a chance to save Qingxue?"
King Tuntian looked sad, knowing that what He Pingan said was true, but he still refused to agree.
Even though He Pingan threatened with death, King Tuntian still held his neck, as if he would rather be killed by He Pingan with a sword than become a traitor to the demon clan.
"I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
"Even if you get the news, aren't you afraid that Qingxue will turn into a nine-headed man like this?"
Seeing that he still refused to agree, He Pingan pointed his wrist and a magic projection appeared in front of the two of them.
"I want more"
Only a sickening sound was heard, King Tiantian saw himself in the picture, and he stamped heavily on the mouth of the Nine-Headed Insect.
"This picture, in the dream, turns out to be you!"
King Tiantian's expression changed, as if he had thought of something terrible.
This person can even control his own dreams
"Yes, it's me."
He Ping'an chuckled lightly, and then said: "I happened to have nothing to do recently, so I went to southern Xinjiang to spread this scene widely in southern Xinjiang. What do you think?"
"you"
The pitted face of King Tuntian turned pale. When he thought of this eye-catching scene spreading throughout southern Xinjiang, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.
If Qingxue saw this scene, I'm afraid she would also say: "So it's him you like."
"Senior, please, this junior is willing to recognize his master."
King Tiantian's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart when he thought of this terrible scene.
Human monks are so cunning and cruel
He Ping'an said with a satisfied smile: "Oh, that's right."
"Master, please take a drop of my blood."
King Tuntian could only hold his nose and admit that he was unlucky, and he should admit his master.
Looking at the man in front of him, his cultivation level is unfathomable. Maybe if he follows him, he will have a chance to break through the realm of transcendence and save Qingxue from the Nine-Headed Insect.
He Ping'an pointed his finger like a knife at the center of King Tiantian's eyebrows, and immediately a wisp of bright red blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows.
The magic power is scrolling, and this strand of essence and blood is used as the pen and ink, and the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and it is completed in one go.
The bloody light suddenly appeared, and a mysterious power of heaven fell on He Ping'an and King Tuntian, and the blood contract was completed.
As King Tiantian used his spiritual consciousness to leave a mark on the blood contract, He Pingan suddenly felt a sense of blood connection, which was transmitted into the sea of consciousness.
Acknowledgment is completed.
It was only at this moment that the high imitation immortal rope tied to King Tuntian was slowly loosened and returned to He Ping'an's dantian.
"Xiao Tun."
"Now that you have recognized the Lord, now I have a very important thing that you need to do."
He Ping'an looked at King Tuntian in front of him as if he were looking at a rare treasure. King Tuntian felt a chill all over his body, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.
However, he had recognized his master at this time and had no room to refuse. He Pingan's every word was like a law of heaven to him. As long as he was told, he could only agree.
"Yes, Master!"
King Tuntian agreed stiffly.
"Okay, you first restore your body and lie down on the ground."
He Ping'an's eyes flashed with light and he gave instructions.
"yes"
King Tiantian did as he was told, and a black light flashed in front of his eyes. King Tiantian had recovered his true form, but he cleverly controlled his true form to only one foot in size.
"good"
He Ping'an looked at the dense pustules on King Tuntian's back, with a hint of surprise on his face and his voice full of desire.
At this moment, King Tuntian felt He Pingan's eyes piercing his back, especially in his current posture. This master wouldn't have any evil intentions.
"What are you thinking about!"
He Ping'an slapped King Tuntian on the head. He could feel what King Tuntian was thinking. This guy's thoughts were so dirty. He deserved to grow up in a mud pit.
King Tuntian was in pain, and he immediately did not dare to think nonsense.
"Is there poison on your back?"
He Ping'an squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.
"Well, the toads are born with strange poisons on their backs and behind their ears, which are extremely difficult to cure."
King Tun Tian wanted to brag, but suddenly he thought of the man in front of him who had cured his own strange poison with a wave of his hand. He couldn't help but paused and said with a flattering smile: "Of course, to the master, it's nothing."
He Ping'an stopped talking. A flash of golden light flashed in his hand and turned into nearly a hundred sharp blades. At the same time, they pierced into the generous back of King Tiantian.
"ah!"
King Tiantian let out a shrill scream. Just now, He Pingan's gaze felt like thorns piercing his back, and now it really felt like thorns piercing his back. Moreover, one thorn had nearly a hundred thorns.
Who can withstand this?
King Tiantian's limbs twitched, and his figure kept struggling, but He Ping'an was firmly controlling him.
Nearly a hundred rays of golden light wrapped in milky white venom were slowly sent out from the broken cauldron and fell into He Pingan's mouth.
Reward for five years of Taoism and four years of Taoism
The rewards kept shrinking, and in the end, the five-year journey became a five-day journey.
He Ping'an felt the increasing Tao Xing in his body. In a short period of time, the Tao Xing increased by more than forty years.
In this way, in ten days at most, he will be able to practice Taoism for thousands of years.
Looking at the Sky-Swallowing Demon King with his eyes closed tightly, who had stopped twitching and seemed to be in a coma, a smile flashed in He Pingan's eyes.
"Don't pretend to be dead. Whatever you are thinking now cannot escape my perception."
Upon hearing this, the Demon King Tuntian, who had fallen into a coma, rolled his eyelids, opened his eyes, and cried: "Master, Xiaotun doesn't dare to do anything anymore."
He thought this was He Ping'an's revenge for his previous refusal to recognize the Lord.
"Take good care of yourself, I will come again to get poison."
He Pingan ignored the cry of the Sky-Swallowing Demon King. He could feel that the damaged pustule of the Sky-Swallowing Demon King was slowly recovering as time went by.
It can take up to ten days to return to normal.
No matter how small the ants are, they are still meat. After ten days, they will be harvested again.
Endless despair suddenly filled the eyes of the Sky-Swallowing Demon King. He could already imagine his own misery in the days to come.
The shadow of He Ping'an's magic power slowly dispersed, and the last voice came slowly: "You don't need to call me master from now on, just call me young master."
King Tuntian weakly agreed, feeling puzzled that this old man was disrespectful and asked me to call him Young Master even though he was so old.
Outside the broken cauldron, He Pingan looked at the sleeping Sky-Swallowing Demon King with thoughts in his eyes.
When he first saw the Sky-Swallowing Demon King in Mowu Mountain, he could see that its aura was pure and it had never devoured humans.
After catching him, He Ping'an was secretly shocked when he discovered that the Sky-Swallowing Demon King seemed to have a powerful bloodline hidden in his body.
It's just that his current cultivation level is too low to activate the power of blood.
The bloodline is abnormal and the potential is astonishing. If it were an ordinary troll clan, He Ping'an would have killed it with one sword, lest it grow up and become the enemy of the human race in the future.
But the Sky-Swallowing Demon King has never devoured human beings. Instead, it made him in trouble. If he killed him directly, it seemed to be inconsistent with his original intention.
But if you let it go and wait for it to grow, even if it does not devour the human race, it will eventually become an enemy of the human race because of its different stance.
After much deliberation, it was most appropriate to accept him as a spiritual beast.
No matter how amazing your potential is, it will only become your own help, not resistance.
I just felt a little depressed because other people's spirit beasts were fox girls, rabbit girls, and no matter how bad they were, there was always a cat girl.
The spiritual beasts I collect are either snakes or toads
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