It's completely off the mark... He Ping'an also didn't expect that the last two pages of Huangji's Heaven-Breaking Technique were not about cultivation techniques, but about the method of refining the Nine Cauldrons.
The last page is the method of refining the Nine Cauldrons into one, the Qiankun Cauldron.
According to the text description on the last page, after the Jiuding is completed, it needs to be integrated with the national destiny for thousands of years before it can be smelted into the Qiankun Ding.
The Qiankun Ding is an innate treasure that contains thousands of small worlds. It can refine the universe, restore it to its origin, and recreate all things.
Moreover, its defensive power is astonishing. If he had this treasure in hand, He Ping'an estimated that even if the Demon Emperor took action, without a powerful magic weapon, he would never be able to break through the defense of the Qiankun Cauldron.
This was an unexpected surprise... He Pingan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he ran the Divine Refining Technique, memorizing all the mysterious information in it.
Compared with the Huangji Heaven-Breaking Technique, which can only be cultivated to the human emperor level, the Qiankun Ding is more useful to He Ping'an.
Moreover, he also learned a secret technique.
Among the nine tripods, the Emperor's tripod is the most respected. Using the Emperor's tripod as a guide, one can sense the position of the other eight tripods.
In other words, as long as the remaining eight tripods are not damaged, He Pingan can use the secret method to find what is hidden.
In this way, it is no longer an extravagant hope to combine the Nine Cauldrons into one and refine the Qiankun Cauldron.
Just when He Ping'an was finishing reading, the golden light from the pages of Huangji Breaking Heaven Gong disappeared, and all the innate runes on it disappeared.
"Hey, why did you disappear before the time came?"
Emperor Longqing looked at the dim scroll in surprise. He turned around and saw that the incense on the side had only reached a fifth of the way.
Logically speaking, He Pingan still has time.
He tried to activate his true energy, but the light on the scroll just lit up, but then quickly went out.
"He Pingan, what page did you see just now?"
Emperor Longqing looked at He Pingan suspiciously and asked.
Ever since I obtained the Emperor's Heaven-Breaking Technique, I have never encountered such a situation.
This scroll of Huang Ji Breaking Heaven Technique is extremely mysterious. Although it can be activated by Emperor Longqing, he cannot see how many pages the person who was taught the technique has read.
"The humble minister is dull and has not even finished the first page..."
He Pingan went with the flow and said with disappointment.
Emperor Longqing had long expected that this would very likely be the result, and said with a smile: "I have already advised you, you are too stubborn..."
He Ping'an smiled bitterly, shook his head, did not speak, and followed Emperor Long Qing to leave the spirit boat.
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Cars rattled and horses rustled.
At this time, the sky was already dark. Under the command of Zhen Guogong, the Chinese army camp and the two armies on the left and right, totaling 400,000 people, surrounded Huangpao Mountain from three directions.
The first to arrive were the fifty or so spirit boats floating in the sky.
As countless spirit stones on the spirit boat turned into powder, countless spiritual energy poured into the spiritual cannon on the spirit boat. When the charging was completed, a dazzling white light lit up above the muzzle, and a terrifying wave occurred. Shoot out from the muzzle.
Each cannonball is equivalent to a full blow from a first-grade monk.
Fifty spirit boats are equivalent to fifty first-grade monks working together.
Even a true fairyland would have to stay away from such a terrifying attack.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty rays of spiritual light spanned a distance of more than ten miles and blasted towards Huangpao Mountain.
"Wow..."
As if they sensed the threat, countless black fogs came towards Huangpao Mountain with their claws and fangs bared.
"Uh-huh!"
The spiritual light instantly blasted the black mist full of holes and fell into the black mist.
Immediately afterwards, countless black mists rushed in crazily, and soon all the gaps in the black mist were filled.
However, after a few breaths, everyone did not hear the expected explosion.
It seemed that those psychic cannonballs disappeared completely after falling into Huangpao Mountain.
Duke Zhen Guo's expression remained unchanged. Regarding such strange situations, in his military career, he had not only had one hundred, but also fifty. He waved his hand and his voice suddenly resounded throughout the audience: "Continue to attack!"
Above the Huangpao Mountain, black mist shrouded, and even if he had reached the level of a half-step Martial Saint, he could not see through the situation in the mountain.
A hole must be opened with a psychic cannon before the army can go up the mountain.
"boom!"
"boom......"
The roar of a series of psychic cannons continued to sound, but all the psychic cannon shells fell into the Huangpao Mountain like mud cows into the sea, and there was no sound.
Half an hour later, Duke Zhen Guo frowned and signaled all the spirit boats to stop bombing.
At this time, he vaguely felt that with the bombardment of the psychic cannon, the black mist on the Huangpao Mountain not only did not decrease, but became more intense.
This black mist seems to be able to swallow spiritual energy.
Just when the spirit boat stopped bombarding, the black mist around Huangpao Mountain quickly stretched out around it like countless weird tentacles.
Then a series of screams were heard.
The Duke of Zhen Guo's eyes were as bright as fire, and he saw several scouts who had been hiding near Huangpao Mountain to inquire about the situation. In an instant, they were submerged in the black mist, and it was too late to rescue them.
As the screams gradually disappeared, there was no movement of those few people in the black mist. The black mist struck forward again, and in the blink of an eye, it had rushed to the front of the army.
It was the first time that the vanguard army encountered this situation. When they were at a loss, a dazzling thunder light fell from the sky and struck the black mist ahead.
But it was Master Chongyang who stepped on the Seven Star Steps, silently recited the art of inducing thunder, and took action.
"hiss......"
When the black mist was struck by lightning, it roared in pain like a living creature. However, the black mist on the surface that was torn by the lightning was quickly replenished by the black mist behind it, and once again rushed towards the vanguard army.
"retreat!"
At this moment, I saw Duke Zhen Guo standing at the front of the army with a figure like lightning. Then he glared sharply, twisted his waist and hips, and all his true energy poured into the long knife in his hand. He quickly raised his wrist, so that no one could see it. With Qing's speed, the sword slashed out instantly.
As a sharp sword light lit up in front of everyone's eyes, a sword with a radius of dozens of miles slashed forward crazily with an indomitable momentum.
Even though this black mist was extremely tough, under this knife, his forward momentum immediately paused.
"Huh......"
In the black mist, there was a faint sound of surprise that was neither male nor female, and then the black mist surged in momentum, directly drowning the sword of the Duke of Zhen.
The black mist swarmed in, baring its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the old Zhen Guo Gong.
No matter how exquisite the sword's power is, it can't hide the difference in realm.
"Walk!"
A mysterious voice was heard, but it was Liu Shengyan who was in the Chinese army camp, and he immediately teleported Duke Zhen Guo ten miles away.
At this time, the vanguard army had also retreated several hundred feet, temporarily avoiding the crisis.
Just when everyone thought they were safe, countless branches and vines suddenly emerged from under the ground where the vanguard army was stepping, and wrapped around the vanguard army.
"Xilulu..."
Tens of thousands of dragon-scaled horses neighed miserably, tripping over branches and vines. The horses stumbled and fell to the ground.
For a time, the vanguard army was in chaos.
Everyone looked at one thing and lost the other, not knowing how to deal with it.
At this moment, a figure in green clothes flashed out of the Chinese army camp and quickly fell into the vanguard army.
As he pointed his finger, a ball of fire fell on the ground and immediately burst into flames. In an instant, it burned up all the branches and vines ten feet nearby.
"Yes, fire defeats wood, use fire!"
Master Chongyang saw clearly from mid-air. With a wave of one hand, a stream of extremely condensed pure Yang true fire fell down, immediately clearing away the branches and vines within a hundred feet.
The nearby monks followed suit and used spiritual fires one after another. The entire earth was filled with dots of flames. As the flames burned, after a quarter of an hour, all the branches and vines that came out were wiped out.
The figure in green clothes from before had already put away the spiritual fire, and took out countless pills from his arms and distributed them to treat the injured soldiers.
"It's him!"
Master Chongyang's eyes narrowed, and the figure in green below him reacted quickly and was extremely brave. He thought it was a first-grade monk, but unexpectedly, it was He Ping'an, a third-grade martial artist.
This boy should not be underestimated!
