He Pingan watched the two people fighting with the two ghosts, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
The cultivation of these two people is indeed considered to be at the top level in the Daxuan Immortal World. Unfortunately, because they have not made breakthroughs for a long time, their mentality has gradually become unbalanced.
To be precise, he is a bit petty.
Guessing that he would not be able to break through the realm of transcendence, he only guarded his one-third of an acre of land and did not think about making progress.
This is especially evident in Liu Sheng.
Excluding other monks except the Confucian sect, he only seeks benefits for his own Confucian sect.
Even during the reign of Emperor Jiaming, the two of them remained indifferent as they watched the people of Daxuan fall into misery.
This kind of mentality will not have much impact on ordinary monks in a short period of time.
But for these two monks who are half-step beyond the realm of transcendence, any change in their state of mind will affect their breakthrough.
This mentality may not seem big, but it affects their state of mind silently, but they themselves are completely unaware of it.
'You wish yourselves good luck. If you don't understand the artistic conception of embracing all rivers in this war, your life may stop here. '
He Pingan said silently in his heart, looking at the countless attacks coming towards him, he raised one hand and used Nanming Lihuo again.
"Damn it, Dragon Riding Martial Saint, you still want to humiliate me with this trick!"
The locust tree demon fairy seemed to be greatly insulted when he saw that He Ping'an was so trusting and still used Nanming Lihuo to deal with him. The trunk of the tree suddenly shook, and countless branches and roots surged several times, like sharp swords, aiming at He Stab away safely.
Wherever it passed, it was empty space, which also trembled slightly.
"Haha, you are not worthy of my other tricks!"
He Ping'an smiled slightly and looked into the void in the distance as if unintentionally.
"Did he see us?"
In the void, Qiongqi Demon God saw He Ping'an glancing here, and couldn't help but ask the nine-tailed sky fox next to him.
"Impossible. This illusion of mine is the clone of Lord Demon Emperor. I can't tell the difference for a moment. How could I be discovered by him?"
The nine-tailed sky fox had a look of surprise on his face, and when he glanced over, he found that He Pingan's eyes had moved elsewhere, and he calmed down in his heart.
Seeing this, Qiongqi Demon God nodded slightly, and then asked: "But having said that, are we really not going to take action this time?"
"If we join forces with the tree demon, we may have a good chance of winning."
Qiongqi Demon God has suffered defeat at the hands of the human race one after another, and has become somewhat intolerable to the demon race's constant forbearance.
"The demon emperor's clone has sent a message, wait and see what happens, and wait until he enters the Five Immortals Ridge!"
"This time, I just observe his fighting skills and see what other hidden methods he has."
The nine-tailed sky fox's eyes turned to He Ping'an below and said quietly.
"Besides, we may be able to win, but with just the three of us, it will be difficult to keep him!"
"Did you forget that the human swordsman was attacked by us and even though he was seriously injured, he still escaped from the Southern Wilderness?"
Qiongqi Demon God nodded silently and had to admit that what the nine-tailed sky fox said made some sense.
Once a monk breaks through to the demon god realm, his escape speed is extremely fast, especially since he has his own life-saving magical powers. It is extremely difficult to retain them.
The worst thing is that the soul is out of the body, unless someone from the Demon Emperor realm takes action, there is absolutely no way to keep it.
Of course, it's a different matter if someone like He Ping'an has the fragments of a book in his hand.
He turned his eyes and saw the living soul of a colorful tiger demon among the ghosts below. He gloated: "That's right. That locust tree just became a demon by luck. Now it has absorbed the yin energy of the netherworld, and its aura is mixed. Even Huangpao Mountain can't leave, is it worthy of joining forces with us?"
...
Seeing the attack approaching, He Ping'an shook his head slightly, indicating that the Sophora Tree Demon Fairy was overestimating his capabilities.
With a slight tap on the Nanming Lihuo in his hand, the flames rose in the wind. In just a few breaths, it transformed from a palm-sized flame into a ring of fire wrapped around He Ping'an's body.
He Ping'an was like a god of fire descending to earth, walking among branches and roots. Wherever he passed, whether it was branches or roots, they were directly turned into fly ash.
The leaves floating in the air were burned into gray smoke and disappeared before they even got close to He Ping'an.
"How can this be!"
The locust tree demon fairy let out a miserable howl, not believing what she was seeing.
My own cultivation at this time was already extremely close to the demon god realm, but I couldn't even stop He Ping An from approaching.
"nothing is impossible!"
He Ping'an's eyes flashed with coldness, Nanming Lihuo had been close to the perfect body after years of cultivation and many upgrades.
Especially after swallowing the Red Lotus Karma Fire, some of the abilities of the Red Lotus Karma Fire were also acquired.
Not to mention that this locust tree demon fairy is only close to the demon god realm. Even if he is a real demon god, he does not dare to let Nanming Lihuo touch his true body.
Otherwise, it will be a fight to the death.
As he spoke, He Pingan had already landed next to the main body of the Sophora Tree Demon Immortal.
At this time, the branches and leaves of the locust tree demon fairy had been almost completely burned away by He Pingan, leaving only a bare trunk, which was extremely ugly.
He Ping'an's eyes moved and he saw countless human and demon corpses lying under the trunk of the huge locust tree.
Some of the corpses were extremely fresh, while some of the corpses turned directly into fly ash as the high temperature hit them. It was obvious that they were extremely old.
These are all human monsters that have been devoured by the Sophora Tree Demon Fairy over the years. Their corpses fell under the tree trunks and turned into endless nourishment, pushing the Sophora Tree Fairy Fairy step by step to the realm of transcendence.
The huge body of the Sophora Tree Demon Fairy kept shaking. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of Nanming Lihuo, but he did not dare to escape.
This place is his lair. Only by relying on the yin energy of the netherworld can his strength be close to the demon god realm. If he leaves his lair, his cultivation level will immediately fall to the middle stage of the demon immortal, and he will be unable to escape from He Ping'an's grasp.
"Let me go, I am willing to pioneer the human army!"
The Sophora Tree Demon Fairy begged for mercy. At the moment of life and death, he had already put aside the idea of respecting the demon clan.
Moreover, at this time, he was no longer a complete demon.
"Tell Pindao, who opened this Netherworld Passage for you?"
"He Ping'an restrained Nanming Lihuo for the time being, and only formed a thin circle of fire in front of him.
"Tell you, can you spare my life?"
The trunk of the locust tree demon fairy swayed slightly, and the sound came from the middle of the trunk.
"No, but I can let you die..."
Before He Pingan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from behind him. Before he could turn around, a slender spike had penetrated the back of his heart.
On the spikes, green venom gushes out like spring water and continuously seeps into He Ping'an's body.
This is the tail needle of a scorpion demon!
"Hahaha, Dragon Riding Martial Saint, you didn't expect that today would happen..."
The locust tree demon fairy laughed wildly, and its huge demon body kept shaking, driving the slender spikes and throwing He Pingan's body to the ground.
The scorpion fairy tail needle is extremely poisonous, and even the demon gods dare not be stung by the poison in it.
Once stung, it is difficult for gods to heal.
Over there, Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were no match for the two ghosts in front of them. When they suddenly saw He Ping'an being injured, they screamed again and again.
He wanted to rush forward, but was blocked by two ghosts. There were holes in his defense immediately. He was beaten back by the two ghosts and suffered serious injuries.
He Ping'an suddenly came to Yi Dan Pavilion in a daze.
He had already felt the sneak attack of the Sophora Tree Fairy just now, but he was hit by it on purpose.
The images in front of me flew around, but three images appeared.
One kind of scene seems to be the Five Immortals Ridge in the Demon Realm.
There is another scene, it is in Huangpao Mountain.
The last scene, with its glittering golden light and bursts of Sanskrit sounds, represents the Western Buddhist realm.
He Ping'an's mind moved and his mind sank into the Buddhist realm.
