On the wooden staff, tadpole-shaped innate runes appeared one after another. As more than ten thousand years of mana poured into the staff, the Taoist treasure lights lit up on the staff, and a mysterious Taoist charm blessed me in my dreams. Technically.
The 400,000 ghosts below all fell into sleep in an instant.
"call......"
He Pingan took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into the dreaming technique.
Even with his strength, he couldn't hypnotize 400,000 ghosts at once.
But with the blessing of this black wooden staff, my dreaming technique can hypnotize many times more people, and I can barely hypnotize all these ghosts.
But it was also a huge pressure on his mind.
Half an hour later.
He Ping'an slowly opened his eyes. Even though he had a profound Taoist practice and powerful spiritual consciousness, he still couldn't hide the look of exhaustion in his eyes.
For half an hour, viewing the dreams of 400,000 ghosts at the same time was a bit too much for him with the blessing of divine refining skills.
"Gaba..."
Outside the world of human books, He Pingan patted his waist with one hand, and immediately several blue pills fell into his mouth.
If Master Chongyang and others saw it, they would definitely recognize it at a glance. This is what He Pingan said, there is only one God-Reinforcing Pill!
But he ate them like jelly beans...
After the God-Reinforcing Pill entered the body, He Ping'an ran the God-Refining Technique, dissolving all the power of the medicine and integrating it into the sea of consciousness. He was immediately refreshed and his tired soul immediately recovered a lot.
After doing all this, He Ping'an suddenly sharpened his eyes, pointed his hand at Yinhun, and let out a sharp shout: "Death!"
There was a sudden commotion in the pile of ghosts below, and several ghosts with powerful auras were even preparing to fly away.
However, in the world of human books, even demons and gods are unable to resist, let alone these ghosts who are not even transcendent.
As countless blood-colored threads appeared in the pile of ghosts, more than a hundred thousand ghosts were immediately entangled in the blood-colored threads, turned into the most basic Yin Qi, and integrated into the world of human books.
The Yin Qi in the world of human books suddenly increased a lot.
As for the remaining ghosts, He Ping'an followed the previous method of dealing with demon souls. Those who were willing to stay would stay in the world of human books.
If he doesn't want to stay, He Pingan will personally send him to reincarnation.
But this time, the situation has been reversed.
The number of ghosts willing to stay in the world of human books has reached 200,000.
But there are only tens of thousands of people who are willing to reincarnate.
He Ping'an's mind changed and he understood the reason for the huge contrast, but he didn't take it seriously. He continued to send all the ghosts who wanted to be reincarnated into the netherworld as before.
The remaining ghosts were still handled by Meng Huaren as before.
Now in the city, the self-proclaimed city lord, Tao Zhenren, has not returned, and the ghosts led by Wei Jinghuan are also absent. Meng Huaren is the actual manager of the city.
"Two hundred and thirty thousand ghosts, this city is still a bit small..."
He Pingan glanced at the city below. It was more than enough to house more than 30,000 ghosts.
But now, a total of 230,000 ghosts have poured into the city, and this city is a bit unsightly.
"rise!"
He Ping'an waved his sleeves, and the ground undulated outside the city. Countless gravels formed by Yin Qi were directly broken and reorganized, like long dragons of Yin Qi constantly surging outside the city.
In the blink of an eye, the entire city of Renshu World was more than six times larger.
Even if all these 230,000 ghosts were included, it would be more than enough.
In particular, there are many ghosts of plants and trees. Some have integrated into the city, some have fallen into remote places outside the city and turned into their true bodies, and some have turned into towering trees to purify the evil spirits in the Yin Qi.
Some turned into blooming flowers, bringing other colors to the previously unchanging and gray world of human books and decorating every corner of the human book world.
Others turned into herbivorous beasts, running wantonly on the open ground outside the city.
"This is like an independent world!"
He Pingan looked at his masterpiece below and was extremely satisfied.
In the past, although there were many ghost cultivators in this book world, it lacked some other creatures and it always felt like a false world.
But now that the ghosts of these vegetation spirits and herbivorous spirit beasts have been integrated into it, the world of human books has been brought to life, and it seems to have become more real.
However, the space in this human book world seems a bit stretched at this time.
The huge city alone already occupies one-third of the space.
Coupled with the several secret realms set up by He Pingan and the Valley of Heroes, only half of the place is left.
"It seems that after the war in southern Xinjiang is settled, it's time for Netherworld to take a walk."
He Ping'an thought of Yin Changsheng who tried to come in from the Netherworld Passage that day. He seemed to have half a book in his hand.
As long as this person's book is snatched away, the world of this person's book will naturally expand a lot.
.....
Meng Huaren was a Confucianism cultivator during his lifetime and was good at handling the division of labor among personnel. In just a quarter of an hour, he arranged everything in an orderly manner.
Seeing that He Ping'an was in a good mood at this time, he bravely came over and said, "Senior Martial Saint, there are many ghosts in this city now. The city cannot remain nameless for a day. Please give it a name by Martial Saint!"
"Give me a name?"
He Ping'an glanced at Meng Huaren with interest, and then looked at the vibrant world of people and books. A bright light flashed in his mind, and his sword with one hand pointed at the city gate in the distance.
Above the towering city gate, two simple characters suddenly appeared: Fengdu!
"From now on, this city will be called Fengdu!"
He Pingan's voice reached Meng Huaren's ears from afar, but he had already arrived at the place where the tree demon's grandmother was imprisoned.
...
At this time, Grandma Dryad has been keenly aware of the anomaly in the Jueyin Valley, but no matter she guards her mind or locks in the Yin Qi, the Yin Qi in her body is still constantly flowing out.
In a short period of time, the Yin Qi in her body was less than half of what it was at its peak.
Seeing He Ping'an coming over, the tree demon's grandmother's eyes sharpened and she shouted angrily: "Dragon Riding Martial Saint, what do you want to do by locking me up here?"
He Ping'an ignored him, and with one move with one hand, Fa Ming beside her suddenly fell out of Jueyin Valley involuntarily.
As soon as he saw He Pingan in front of him, Faming howled like a ghost and rushed toward He Pingan.
He Ping'an frowned and pointed his sword at Fa Ming's soul. A sharp dark gold sword light flashed through, immediately cutting off the connection between Fa Ming's soul and the tree demon's grandmother.
The souls of Fa Ming and the Scorpion Demon King were cultivated by the Tree Demon Grandma, so they were controlled more deeply by her.
It's hard to wake up on your own.
As the contact was severed, Fa Ming's eyes flashed with confusion. He kept looking around and asked in a whisper: "Who am I?"
"where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
He Pingan just looked at him indifferently, saying nothing.
After a few breaths, a trace of pain flashed across Faming's eyes, and then the expression on his entire face began to become ferocious, as if he remembered the scene where he devoured countless human beings.
"I did not do it on purpose......"
"I didn't kill them..."
"Don't force me..."
Fa Ming murmured, his expression sometimes ferocious, sometimes gentle.
It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Fa Ming finally returned to normal, his eyes focused, and he looked up at He Ping'an.
Until then, He Ping'an slowly said: "Fa Ming, do you know you are wrong?"
Hearing this, Fa Ming's eyes flashed with fierceness: "What's wrong with this poor monk?"
"What happened back then was all forced on me!"
"To this day, you still don't know your fault!"
He Pingan's voice suddenly became stern. He pointed his finger, and a curtain of light suddenly appeared in front of Fa Ming.
On the screen is the scene where Fa Ming was scolded by the human race.
Those who were the first to criticize Fa Ming had an extremely long and slender tree root hidden under their feet, which penetrated into the soles of these people's feet from under the ground.
Control the words and deeds of these people.
At that time, Fa Ming was deceived by the tree demon grandma and did not notice it at all.
"This...this is impossible!"
When Fa Ming saw this scene, he was so shocked that he backed away. He never thought that when he was completely reduced to a ghost slave, he could still be so secretive.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask her!"
He Ping'an pointed one hand and landed on the tree demon's grandmother.
Grandma Dryad saw it clearly in Jueyin Valley, and made bursts of ridicule: "So what if I did it?"
"This stupid monk has a stubborn personality. How could he submit to me if he didn't use some means?"
"It's ridiculous that the human race claims to be the leader of all spirits, but it's being manipulated by this grandma."
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Grandma Dryad laughed wildly. At this time, she knew that there was no point in hiding it, so it would be easier to speak out.
