Chapter 235: Buddhist First Grade
Zhou Ping felt the call of Suzaku and came to where Suzaku was.
Zhou Ping also used a human skin mask to transform himself into the appearance of the Demon Lord.
"Uncle." Zhuque was slightly stunned when he saw Zhou Ping.
The Demon Lord looked exactly as he was in Suzaku's memory, with the same appearance and some arrogance in his eyes, but not much.
Zhou Ping explained: "It's too tiring to pretend to be a scholar. Not only do you have to look like one, but you also have to look like one in the eyes."
Zhuque nodded. She had no doubts about him. Even though she had some doubts in her heart, she suppressed them. She really couldn't bear the fact that her uncle was not around.
Zhuque was wearing a light yellow blouse and a short skirt today, with colorful ribbons tied around her long legs, looking like a girl next door.
Zhou Ping smiled boldly, and his body changed again. This time he became a scholar. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, only preference.
This is actually the true appearance of the Demon Lord. The previous appearance was also the body that the Demon Lord possessed.
The Demon Lord has taken care of Suzaku for more than ten years, and has always appeared in the image of a scholar, which Suzaku likes best.
"Uncle, let's go shopping." Zhuque's eyes lit up, and all the doubts in his heart disappeared.
Knowing one's own preferences, isn't this what a demon king does?
To a certain extent, Zhou Ping is the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping has completely digested the Demon Lord's memories.
Zhou Ping knew everything the Demon Lord was thinking and doing, and it had a certain impact on him.
Zhou Ping said doubtfully, "Aren't you going to do something embarrassing? Why are you going shopping again?"
Zhuque's face suddenly turned red, and he rubbed the corner of his clothes: "Uncle, why are you so impatient?"
"Good tea." Zhou Ping smiled faintly. It's obviously you who are impatient, and now you are teasing me again.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ping took Suzaku to the streets of Qinghe County.
"Uncle, I want to eat candied haws."
"it is good."
"Tanghulu doesn't taste good. I want mung bean cake."
"If you eat too much of this, you'll have diarrhea."
"No, I want to eat this. I want to buy all of it."
Zhou Ping took Zhuque to eat, drink and have fun on the street, and Zhuque was like a little girl.
But even if old Miss Suzaku pretends to be a young girl, her body is still young, but her eyes are dark and deep, which is completely different from her appearance and makeup.
"Hey, why don't you have eyes?" Zhuque said angrily.
On the road, someone bumped into Suzaku.
The person who bumped into Suzaku saw him and first put away his paper fan. Then he grinned and tried to tease Suzaku: "This girl is so pretty!"
However, the next moment, the person who was speaking seemed to have seen something incredible, and the teasing on his face turned into horror.
The person who hit him was Fan Shiyi!
When Fan Shiyi first saw that the woman in front of him was extremely spiritual, he wanted to tease her, but upon closer inspection he discovered that this was Suzaku.
Fan Shiyi couldn't help but take two steps back, at a loss.
Xiao Qing poked her head out and taunted, "You've hit a wall this time."
"Uncle, do you want this guy? If you do, I will tie him up and bring him to your bed." Zhuque said to Zhou Ping.
The Demon Lord was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "I am right."
Suzaku interrupted the Demon Lord and said, "Yeah, this guy may have a female body, but his heart is a man. You wouldn't be interested in such a weirdo."
Zhou Ping was struck by lightning and understood everything in an instant.
Fan Shiyi is actually a woman!
Women disguise themselves as men!
No wonder, no wonder Fan Shiyi’s beauty is so unisex.
No wonder Fan Shiyi didn't have any extreme reaction when Zhou Ping slept with Xiaoqing. Normal people would always be jealous.
No wonder Zhou Ping always had wild thoughts when he was with Fan Shiyi. He once thought he was turned gay.
It turns out that Fan Shiyi is a woman.
"Yes, there is a chapter in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that introduces Fan Shiyi, also known as Shiyi Niang."
Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi deeply.
"Greetings, Demon Lord." Fan Shiyi's face changed slightly when he saw Zhou Ping's transformed Demon Lord. This is the Demon Lord!
Zhou Ping didn't say anything. He came to Fan Shiyi, then stretched out his hand and touched Fan Shiyi's chin.
Xiaoqing hissed at Zhou Ping. If Zhou Ping made any other move, she would attack the Demon Lord even at the risk of her life.
Fortunately, the "Demon Lord" just touched Fan Shiyi's chin and had no other reaction.
"A wonderful person, a wonderful person." Zhou Ping couldn't help but admire.
Zhuque chuckled and said, "Yeah, uncle, this guy is really interesting."
"Xiao Shiyi, you obey my uncle." Zhuque said with a smile.
Zhou Ping withdrew his hand. When he touched Fan Shiyi's skin just now, he didn't feel any discomfort. It felt as soft and smooth as jade, just like a woman's.
When Fan Shiyi heard what Zhuque said, he looked at Zhuque. He had to say that Zhuque's temperament was something Fan Shiyi had never seen in his life.
She looks like a long-legged little loli, but she is a ruthless green tea bitch at heart.
But Fan Shiyi couldn't sleep with the Demon Lord.
However, when the "Demon Lord" touched Fan Shiyi just now, Fan Shiyi actually felt a tingling sensation on his body. This feeling was rare because Fan Shiyi didn't like men getting close to her.
Fan Shiyi would feel physically uncomfortable when a man got close to her.
"Let's go." Zhou Ping said and left.
Suzaku skipped away.
Xiao Qing stuck her head out and said, "I didn't expect he's not dead."
Fan Shiyi said solemnly: "At his level, it is difficult for him to die. He must have been reborn by taking over another body."
Xiao Qing said dimly, "I don't know which unlucky guy has been favored by him. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm going to find Zhou Ping to absorb Yang Qi. I feel like I'm about to break through again."
Fan Shiyi flipped through the white cigarette and said, "Before, you only needed to inhale Yang Qi once a month, but now you have to go to Zhou Ping every three to five days. If Liu Ruyan wasn't here, you would probably go to Zhou Ping every day."
Xiao Qing sighed, her face full of intoxication: "I can't help it. I don't want to do it for three days. I miss it a lot. You don't understand if you haven't experienced it."
The corner of Fan Shiyi's mouth twitched slightly.
In the room, Zhou Ping slowly lay down. Zhuque beside him was like an octopus, holding him tightly with his limbs, as if afraid that Zhou Ping would escape.
Zhuque is different from Liu Ruyan and Xiaoqing.
Liu Ruyan's advantage is her good figure, Xiaoqing's advantage is her slender waist, and they can perform various difficult moves.
Zhou Ping wanted to leave, but Zhuque refused to let go.
"Okay, there's a long way to go. I'm going to use this identity to earn worship power and become a saint." Zhou Ping kissed Zhuque on the forehead.
Suzaku then lazily let go of his hand.
Zhou Ping smiled slightly, then got dressed and left.
"I think among your bodies, Zhou Ping's is the best looking." Zhuque said.
Zhou Ping smiled gently: "Okay, use him next time."
Zhou Ping came to the outside of Qinghe County and stretched. He felt like he had been drained of energy in the past two days.
He originally wanted to return to the mansion, but Zhou Ping suddenly discovered that Xiaoqing, who had transformed into a human, was also in the mansion.
Zhou Ping still planned to hide.
"My second-grade cultivation is still not enough. I still need to improve my strength." Zhou Ping left Qinghe County and relaxed on Qinglong Mountain.
Suddenly, Zhou Ping felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The grass and forest turned into a Buddhist scripture full of golden light.
A golden Buddha appeared in front of Zhou Ping.
"Zhou Ping." The golden Buddha spoke with compassion and motherly tenderness.
Zhou Ping's eyes became a little dazed when he heard this voice, but they immediately became clear again.
"This voice is not an illusion, it's more like the spiritual magic of Buddhism." Zhou Ping's face was gloomy.
The Buddhist spiritual method, through sound, can make believers more pious to Buddhism.
This technique can only be used once on a person. Once it fails, it will be useless to the person.
"You're trying to confuse me!" Zhou Ping's eyes turned slightly cold, and he exerted his two thousand feet perception range, and the illusion in front of him disappeared instantly.
The illusion disappeared, and an old monk appeared in front of Zhou Ping.
The old monk sat on the stone and began to speak slowly.
"Zhou Ping, you are so talented that you even wrote the Altar Sutra, a peerless sutra."
"Join my Buddhist sect, and I will give you the position of a great Dharma protector."
"Even if you die, Buddhists can still use the initiation method to give you a new life."
Pudu Cihang spoke slowly.
Zhou Ping raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered. The spiritual magic accompanied by the illusion can make Pudu Cihang's magic stronger.
However, Zhou Ping had broken through the illusion and had been on guard for a long time, so it was impossible for the spiritual magic to control Zhou Ping.
"Master, just say what you want to say. There's no need to make such nonsense." Zhou Ping looked at Pudu Cihang.
Pudu Cihang was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Zhou Ping to be unaffected by him. You know, he is a first-class cultivator.
A person of the first rank of cultivation who personally uses spiritual magic can influence thousands of people at the same time.
Even if a person has cultivated himself, even if the second level cannot be influenced, he will still struggle and be confused.
But nothing happened to Zhou Ping!
Pudu Cihang's face darkened slightly: "My friend, since you have obtained the Holy Bodhi Buddha Beads, is my Buddhist treasure, the Ruyi Kasaya, in your hands? Have you met my master? Did my master leave any words?"
Zhou Ping suddenly realized that the person had come to ask him for the treasure.
Zhou Ping looked at Pudu Cihang, and a fighting spirit suddenly surged in his eyes: "Pudu Cihang, how is your centipede's true body?"
Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes, the Buddha's light on his body disappeared, and he became extremely gloomy.
Zhou Ping exposed Pudu Cihang's secret in one fell swoop, and there was no room for maneuver.
This is also Zhou Ping’s attitude.
Why are you doing all that nonsense? If you want something, just come and steal it. Why are you trying to convert me with magic?
Moreover, the Buddhists attacked Zhou Ping several times and almost took his life several times. Zhou Ping had no good feelings towards this group of people.
"The Palm of Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
Pudu Cihang made a seal with his hands, and a golden hand seal appeared out of thin air.
With the appearance of the palm print, the surrounding air seemed to be attracted by the palm print, and countless spiritual powers surged into the palm print.
A first-class fighter’s moves are always different.
Zhou Ping had seen other people use the Ten Thousand Buddha Palm, but none of them were as smooth and silky as Pu Du Ci Hang.
It's just an opening move, but it feels like it's in line with the way of heaven.
Pudu Cihang's Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm is extremely amazing.
"It is indeed a first-class power. If this palm is hit on Qinglong Mountain, I am afraid the mountain will be shattered and half of the living things on the mountain will die."
Pudu Cihang’s every move is a killer move.
This palm strike was about to kill Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping's face was solemn, and he also made a hand seal, which was the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm.
Zhou Ping's Buddhist power is not as good as Pudu Cihang's, but he has other cultivations.
The other cultivations poured into Zhou Ping's ears, the Ten Thousand Buddha Palm, especially this time Zhou Ping also added some demonic energy.
Zhou Ping's demonic energy was all concentrated on the demon seed.
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm changed from golden white to black, with a hint of light in the black.
The golden palm and the black palm collided with each other.
A huge wave of air emanated from the place where the two palms met.
The huge gust of wind cut the big trees on the mountain in half.
There was a roaring sound coming from Qinglong Mountain, like a wailing.
Then, the air waves spread out in all directions with Qinglong Mountain as the center.
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties were the first to be hit.
Some houses were not solid and collapsed instantly in this air wave.
"what happens?"
"Are there experts fighting on Qinglong Mountain?"
"How high of an expert?"
"Looking at this situation, he must be at least of the second rank!"
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties were in an uproar. Another fight between masters.
Many people in Qingyuan County died in the last battle. Unexpectedly, before they had even had a few years of peace, fighting would break out again.
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties immediately launched a city lockdown.
The formation is activated. No one inside can leave, and no one outside can get in.
In Qinghe County, Magistrate Lu hurriedly opened the city seal formation, and then arranged for Wangcheng: "Go and invite Master Fan Shiyi!"
County Magistrate Lu was extremely terrified and regretted becoming a county magistrate.
"Damn it, I will leave here after this matter is over. Whoever wants to be the magistrate of Qinghe County can do it. If you continue to do it, you will be killed." County Magistrate Lu felt a little regretful. Why did he choose Qinghe County?
At this time, bursts of roars came from Qinglong Mountain.
After just a few breaths, the roar disappeared.
On Qinglong Mountain, Zhou Ping and Pudu Cihang separated.
It has been less than a dozen breaths since the fight.
"In a duel between masters, there aren't that many fancy moves, just simple punches and kicks. As for spells, although they can increase the caster's strength, the lead time is too long and they are easy to dodge."
"So the easiest ones are basic punches and kicks!"
Zhou Ping seemed to understand something.
Pudu Cihang's eyes were gloomy. He didn't expect Zhou Ping to be so difficult to deal with.
"You must stay here today!" Pudu Cihang said, and began to tear off his skin. Soon, a huge centipede crawled out of Pudu Cihang's body.
Zhou Ping retreated repeatedly. The centipede that Pudu Cihang transformed into was extremely huge, a thousand feet long.
Pudu Cihang knew that he had to fight quickly. If Zhou Ping left, or if someone came to rescue Zhou Ping, not only would he not be able to kill Zhou Ping, but his secret would also be exposed.
It is unacceptable that the number one person in Buddhism, a top-class master, and the national teacher of the Wei Dynasty turned into a monster.
Once the secret is exposed, Pudu Cihang will have no place to stand in the Wei Dynasty, let alone compete for incense.
A giant centipede appeared and rushed towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping gathered all the spiritual power in his body, then put his hands deep inside and fought the centipede hard.
Zhou Ping's two hands in front of the centipede's head were like an ant and an elephant.
Even so, Zhou Ping still blocked Pudu Cihang.
"Impossible." Pudu Cihang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. The huge centipede mouth opened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhou Ping muttered to himself: "It still doesn't work? It seems that the giant centipede is too strong."
Although Zhou Ping had not reached the first rank, his cultivation was profound and his strength was comparable to that of a first rank cultivator. However, he had no power to resist the monster-like Pu Du Ci Hang.
Just now, Lingxi triggered it with one finger.
Pudu Cihang was extremely shocked. At the same time, a long tentacle stretched out from his mouth and swallowed Zhou Ping into his stomach.
Immediately afterwards, Pudu Cihang disappeared from the spot.
Several figures appeared out of nowhere on the spot.
There were Zhang Ziling, Fan Zhongfu, a middle-aged man and an old woman.
These four people are the four first-rank officials of the Wei Dynasty.
"The monster just now appeared again, but it teleported away. It seems to be a first-grade monster."
"Yes, this beast is too powerful. The four of us, the first-rank ones, can't even deal with him."
"I don't know why he showed up, or where he went."
Several people were whispering, but Zhang Ziling didn't say anything. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he knew that Pudu Cihang and Zhou Ping had started fighting.
At this time, to the east of Da Wei, there was a vast sea area.
The demon body of Pudu Cihang sank to the bottom of the sea and hid in the mud.
And in Pudu Cihang's stomach, piles of centipedes were rushing towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that Pudu Cihang would actually swallow him into its stomach.
At the same time, Zhou Ping took out the magic knife Qianren.
The magic sword Thousand Blades automatically protected its master, smashing the centipede that pounced on Zhou Ping.
"No, these centipedes are endless. Sooner or later, they will be exhausted to death. And even if they are not exhausted to death, there is poison in the centipedes. If they are not exhausted to death, they will be poisoned to death."
Zhou Ping wanted to leave at this time, but he thought that he had entered Pudu Cihang's belly, which was a rare opportunity.
"I need the power of incense. If I want to clear up Yu Yu, I must kill these bad guys. Today is a great opportunity to kill Pu Du Ci Hang. We must not let it go."
Zhou Ping's eyes flashed and he took out a bow from the storage space.
With the appearance of the bow, the small centipedes around felt a tremor from their souls.
The little centipedes retreated one after another and dared not go forward.
Although some of the more skilled ones were afraid, they still rushed towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping gathered his strength and pulled the bow, and soon the Demon Hunting Bow was half pulled out.
The last time he started working, Zhou Ping could only pull the bow a little bit, but this time, he was able to pull the bow completely.
This time, Pudu Cihang felt a huge crisis.
In Pudu Cihang's body, a centipede with ears far larger than the other centipedes appeared. It roared the moment it appeared, and then countless centipedes swarmed towards Zhou Ping again.
Pudu Cihang sensed the danger and didn't want Zhou Ping to draw his bow to full strength.
Zhou Ping didn't care about anything else, just pulling the bow
At this time, Demon Blade Qianren and the Ghost Bride were guarding Zhou Ping.
The ghost bride had now reached the third level of cultivation.
"Go to hell." As Zhou Ping pulled the bow to its full extent, he shot in a direction which was exactly the inner elixir of the demon god Pudu Cihang.
Countless centipedes stood in front of the light arrow, but they could not stop it at all.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow of light pierced through Pudu Cihang's demon pill.
"Ow."
There was a loud roar, and then Zhou Ping felt dizzy. When he appeared again, Pudu Cihang and Zhou Ping were already in a wheat field.
There were a few farmers weeding in the wheat field, and a woman brought a little girl to bring food to the farmers.
"Mom, we made so many delicious foods, Dad, Uncle and Grandpa will definitely have enough to eat."
"Well, wait until your dad and the others have finished eating, then we'll eat."
"Okay, Mom, Lulu is not hungry."
Although the little girl's stomach was rumbling, she didn't say she was hungry.
Pudu Cihang pointed with one hand, and several farmers and the little girl instantly turned into a pool of blood.
"Pudu Cihang!"
Zhou Ping roared and rushed towards the seriously injured Pudu Cihang.
Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He just wanted to provoke Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping rushed towards Pudu Cihang, who stretched out his hands and held Zhou Ping's fists.
Immediately afterwards, a huge suction force came from Pudu Cihang's body, and the spiritual energy in Zhou Ping's body rushed towards Pudu Cihang like a surging sea.
"Heaven Devouring Spiritual Technique!"
Pudu Cihang used the Heaven-Devouring Spiritual Technique, trying to devour Zhou Ping's spiritual power.
A cold light flashed in Zhou Ping's eyes, and at the same time he used the method of borrowing the spiritual power from the sky.
With the two of them as the center, the wheat fields and grass under Zhou Ping's feet all withered, and countless spiritual energy poured into Zhou Ping's body.
"The Sky-Devouring Spiritual Technique? You also know it?" Pudu Cihang was shocked.
Pudu Cihang absorbed Zhou Ping's spiritual energy, while Zhou Ping absorbed the spiritual energy of the earth.
It’s just that Zhou Ping’s is the method of borrowing the sky spirit, not Pudu Cihang’s method of devouring the sky spirit.
"You don't have a demon body yet, and your Sky-Devouring Spirit Technique is not as powerful as mine. I want to see if you can last for dozens of minutes." Pu Du Ci Hang roared and increased his strength to absorb Zhou Ping's spiritual energy.
Zhou Ping also tried his best to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
One hundred feet, one thousand feet, ten thousand feet, thirty thousand feet, fifty thousand feet.
Within fifty thousand feet, all the grass and trees between heaven and earth withered, but the people on the land did not die.
"My wheat field, how come it died suddenly?"
"Without wheat, how can we survive this year?"
"Last year's taxes haven't been paid yet, and this year's wheat fields are crying. Do they really want us to sell our children?"
"Oh my god, what did we do wrong?"
There are many farmers on the 50,000-zhang land. It was originally a plain with wheat fields one after another, but now all the wheat seedlings are dead.
It's like a severe drought.
At the source of the accident, Pudu Cihang was extremely shocked. If it were in the past, Pudu Cihang would be able to absorb the spiritual energy of a person in the blink of an eye, but now Zhou Ping was still standing here alive.
This means that Zhou Ping's Sky-Devouring Spiritual Technique is the same as his own, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is the same.
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Since you can suck so much, then just suck it." A gleam of light flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore at this time.
A person of the first rank can hold a lot of spiritual energy in his body, but no matter how much spiritual energy it holds, it still has its limits.
The spiritual energy in Pudu Cihang's body has exceeded his limits and he can no longer absorb it, so he has to release all the spiritual energy in his body.
"I'll let you suck it, and I'll make you die of it!"
Pudu Cihang no longer absorbed Zhou Ping's spiritual energy, but instead poured his own spiritual energy into Zhou Ping's body. He wanted to suffocate Zhou Ping to death!
A tremendous force filled Zhou Ping's body.
If Zhou Ping's body is a water tank, then the water from ten water tanks is now pouring into Zhou Ping's body.
Zhou Ping's body suddenly grew larger, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"boom."
There was a cracking sound.
Immediately afterwards, another shattering sound was heard.
The enormous Buddhist power directly initiated Zhou Ping to the second level of Buddhism.
However, even though he was at the second level, Zhou Ping's body could not withstand so much spiritual energy.
The next moment, the Ruyi cassock automatically protected its master and wrapped around Zhou Ping's body.
A Buddhist sound rang out from Zhou Ping's body.
Zhou Ping vaguely saw an old monk wearing a tattered cassock and attaining enlightenment under a bodhi tree.
While the old monk was contemplating the truth, he was mumbling something, and it turned out that he was reciting some Buddhist scriptures.
It’s just that the old monk was not satisfied with some of the Buddhist scriptures. However, after sitting in meditation for hundreds of years, the old monk has been revising the Buddhist scriptures.
In an instant, Zhou Ping saw the process of the old monk revising the Buddhist scriptures.
At this moment, Zhou Ping had a new understanding of Buddhism.
A sound of breaking was heard again in Zhou Ping's body.
With the help of the Ruyi Robe and the spiritual energy of Pudu Cihang, Zhou Ping unexpectedly reached a new realm.
Buddhism, first class!
With the arrival of the first-grade master, Zhou Ping's perception range instantly expanded to five thousand feet.
He also became stronger.
"Inhale, inhale, I wonder how long you can last." Pudu Cihang did not notice anything unusual about Zhou Ping. While absorbing spiritual energy from the creatures in the world, he injected more spiritual energy into Zhou Ping's body.
Not only that, Pudu Cihang also took out some pills and herbs from the storage jade and stuffed them into his mouth.
One hundred thousand feet!
Within a hundred thousand feet, all the grass, trees and wheat fields died.
Moreover, tens of thousands of people in the fields also felt the loss of vitality in their bodies.
People fell to the ground one by one. If it lasted any longer, they would have their spiritual energy absorbed by Pudu Cihang and died.
At this time, Zhou Ping's body had reached perfection and could no longer absorb any more spiritual energy.
Even if there was more spiritual energy, Zhou Ping would still die of suffocation.
"return!"
Zhou Ping exhaled lightly, and then the spiritual energy on his body began to radiate.
Borrowing from the heavenly spirit, you must return what you borrow, and it will not be difficult to borrow again.
This is the result achieved after Pudu Cihang’s master improved the Sky-Devouring Spirit Technique.
Zhou Ping can not only absorb the spiritual energy of plants and trees, but also return the spiritual energy to the world.
A bunch of wheat seedlings grew under Zhou Ping's feet.
From one inch to one foot, and then to the scion.
Ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet.
Within a thousand feet, the wheat seedlings quickly grew fruits, and then the range gradually expanded.
A green area began to spread from under the feet of the two people to the surroundings.
Pudu Cihang looked incredulous: "What is this?"
"Your master has spent a lot of effort to improve the Heaven Devouring Spirit Technique. This technique is called the Heaven Borrowing Spirit Technique. It can not only borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also return the spiritual energy to heaven and earth."
"When your master died, he was still thinking about you."
"He's still worried about whether you've gone astray."
Zhou Ping said slowly.
When Pudu Cihang heard Zhou Ping's words, he unconsciously thought of his master and was stunned for a moment.
Master is the softest place of Pudu Cihang.
Although the two of them had different opinions and their teachings were different, the person closest to Pudu Cihang in this world was still his master.
"Master."
Pudu Cihang was stunned for a moment, and then a knife was stabbed into Pudu Cihang's head.
The magic sword Thousand Blades broke through Pudu Cihang's defense and pierced through his head and into his stomach.
Pu Duci smiled miserably, he knew he was going to die.
"Can you recite the method of borrowing the spiritual power from heaven for me?" asked Pudu Cihang.
Zhou Ping didn't waste any words and told Pudu Cihang the method of borrowing the sky spirit. This method was originally intended to be passed on to Pudu Cihang.
However, Pudu Cihang’s master also said that if Pudu Cihang goes astray, borrowing the Tianling method may be the only way to deal with him.
Pudu Cihang clasped his hands together, and the life in his eyes gradually faded away.
"So that's how it is. When a whale dies, all things come to life."
The next moment, Pudu Cihang's body turned into fluorescent dots.
In the wheat field centered on the two people, the originally dry wheat field began to sprout new green branches.
Within a hundred thousand feet, all the wheat not only turned green but also bore fruit.
Not only did the wheat fields produce fruits, but the harvest was also excellent.
The farmers who were working in the wheat fields also gradually recovered.
“So much wheat!”
"My goodness, this wheat crop is four times as much as last year's."
"With this wheat, I can pay off last year's taxes, and I can also pay off the interest I borrowed."
"This wheat will be enough for us to eat for several years."
In an instant, tens of thousands of farmers in the wheat fields knelt down. They fell to the ground and kowtowed continuously.
In the sky, the shadow of Pudu Cihang gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely.
Zhou Ping sighed and put away the magic sword Thousand Blades.
Pudu Cihang is dead.
The Great Wei Imperial Master is dead.
However, Zhou Ping knew that even if he did not die at this time, Pudu Cihang would die at the hands of Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye sooner or later.
Zhou Ping turned around and looked behind him: "Zhang Ziling, good trick, killing without shedding blood."
At this time, behind Zhou Ping was a Taoist priest, who was none other than Zhang Ziling, the Tianzong of Taoism.
Zhang Ziling's pupils shrank suddenly: "You can see me!"
Zhang Ziling used magic to become invisible, and only a first-class master could see him, but Zhou Ping could see him.
"When Pudu Cihang was fighting with me, I couldn't see you, but I could always feel him looking behind me, as if there was someone behind me."
"But I can see now."
Zhou Ping looked at Zhang Ziling and said, "The Heaven Devouring Spirit Technique came from the Taoist Saint. I wonder what the monster that the Taoist Saint transformed into looked like."
Zhang Ziling's face was gloomy. He looked at Zhou Ping and suddenly smiled. "Zhou Ping, you have the Thousand Blades of the Demon Sword and the Demon Seed. You have so many things of the Demon Cult on you. You are not possessed by the Demon Lord, are you? Only the Demon Lord can control the Thousand Blades of the Demon Sword."
Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Zhang Ziling knew so much.
Zhang Ziling gave Zhou Ping a very different feeling. He felt that this man must have some unspeakable purpose, and he gave people the feeling that he was the real culprit behind the scenes.
"What do you want? What do you want from me?"
"I think the world is peaceful and prosperous."
(End of this chapter)
Zhou Ping felt the call of Suzaku and came to where Suzaku was.
Zhou Ping also used a human skin mask to transform himself into the appearance of the Demon Lord.
"Uncle." Zhuque was slightly stunned when he saw Zhou Ping.
The Demon Lord looked exactly as he was in Suzaku's memory, with the same appearance and some arrogance in his eyes, but not much.
Zhou Ping explained: "It's too tiring to pretend to be a scholar. Not only do you have to look like one, but you also have to look like one in the eyes."
Zhuque nodded. She had no doubts about him. Even though she had some doubts in her heart, she suppressed them. She really couldn't bear the fact that her uncle was not around.
Zhuque was wearing a light yellow blouse and a short skirt today, with colorful ribbons tied around her long legs, looking like a girl next door.
Zhou Ping smiled boldly, and his body changed again. This time he became a scholar. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, only preference.
This is actually the true appearance of the Demon Lord. The previous appearance was also the body that the Demon Lord possessed.
The Demon Lord has taken care of Suzaku for more than ten years, and has always appeared in the image of a scholar, which Suzaku likes best.
"Uncle, let's go shopping." Zhuque's eyes lit up, and all the doubts in his heart disappeared.
Knowing one's own preferences, isn't this what a demon king does?
To a certain extent, Zhou Ping is the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping has completely digested the Demon Lord's memories.
Zhou Ping knew everything the Demon Lord was thinking and doing, and it had a certain impact on him.
Zhou Ping said doubtfully, "Aren't you going to do something embarrassing? Why are you going shopping again?"
Zhuque's face suddenly turned red, and he rubbed the corner of his clothes: "Uncle, why are you so impatient?"
"Good tea." Zhou Ping smiled faintly. It's obviously you who are impatient, and now you are teasing me again.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ping took Suzaku to the streets of Qinghe County.
"Uncle, I want to eat candied haws."
"it is good."
"Tanghulu doesn't taste good. I want mung bean cake."
"If you eat too much of this, you'll have diarrhea."
"No, I want to eat this. I want to buy all of it."
Zhou Ping took Zhuque to eat, drink and have fun on the street, and Zhuque was like a little girl.
But even if old Miss Suzaku pretends to be a young girl, her body is still young, but her eyes are dark and deep, which is completely different from her appearance and makeup.
"Hey, why don't you have eyes?" Zhuque said angrily.
On the road, someone bumped into Suzaku.
The person who bumped into Suzaku saw him and first put away his paper fan. Then he grinned and tried to tease Suzaku: "This girl is so pretty!"
However, the next moment, the person who was speaking seemed to have seen something incredible, and the teasing on his face turned into horror.
The person who hit him was Fan Shiyi!
When Fan Shiyi first saw that the woman in front of him was extremely spiritual, he wanted to tease her, but upon closer inspection he discovered that this was Suzaku.
Fan Shiyi couldn't help but take two steps back, at a loss.
Xiao Qing poked her head out and taunted, "You've hit a wall this time."
"Uncle, do you want this guy? If you do, I will tie him up and bring him to your bed." Zhuque said to Zhou Ping.
The Demon Lord was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "I am right."
Suzaku interrupted the Demon Lord and said, "Yeah, this guy may have a female body, but his heart is a man. You wouldn't be interested in such a weirdo."
Zhou Ping was struck by lightning and understood everything in an instant.
Fan Shiyi is actually a woman!
Women disguise themselves as men!
No wonder, no wonder Fan Shiyi’s beauty is so unisex.
No wonder Fan Shiyi didn't have any extreme reaction when Zhou Ping slept with Xiaoqing. Normal people would always be jealous.
No wonder Zhou Ping always had wild thoughts when he was with Fan Shiyi. He once thought he was turned gay.
It turns out that Fan Shiyi is a woman.
"Yes, there is a chapter in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that introduces Fan Shiyi, also known as Shiyi Niang."
Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi deeply.
"Greetings, Demon Lord." Fan Shiyi's face changed slightly when he saw Zhou Ping's transformed Demon Lord. This is the Demon Lord!
Zhou Ping didn't say anything. He came to Fan Shiyi, then stretched out his hand and touched Fan Shiyi's chin.
Xiaoqing hissed at Zhou Ping. If Zhou Ping made any other move, she would attack the Demon Lord even at the risk of her life.
Fortunately, the "Demon Lord" just touched Fan Shiyi's chin and had no other reaction.
"A wonderful person, a wonderful person." Zhou Ping couldn't help but admire.
Zhuque chuckled and said, "Yeah, uncle, this guy is really interesting."
"Xiao Shiyi, you obey my uncle." Zhuque said with a smile.
Zhou Ping withdrew his hand. When he touched Fan Shiyi's skin just now, he didn't feel any discomfort. It felt as soft and smooth as jade, just like a woman's.
When Fan Shiyi heard what Zhuque said, he looked at Zhuque. He had to say that Zhuque's temperament was something Fan Shiyi had never seen in his life.
She looks like a long-legged little loli, but she is a ruthless green tea bitch at heart.
But Fan Shiyi couldn't sleep with the Demon Lord.
However, when the "Demon Lord" touched Fan Shiyi just now, Fan Shiyi actually felt a tingling sensation on his body. This feeling was rare because Fan Shiyi didn't like men getting close to her.
Fan Shiyi would feel physically uncomfortable when a man got close to her.
"Let's go." Zhou Ping said and left.
Suzaku skipped away.
Xiao Qing stuck her head out and said, "I didn't expect he's not dead."
Fan Shiyi said solemnly: "At his level, it is difficult for him to die. He must have been reborn by taking over another body."
Xiao Qing said dimly, "I don't know which unlucky guy has been favored by him. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm going to find Zhou Ping to absorb Yang Qi. I feel like I'm about to break through again."
Fan Shiyi flipped through the white cigarette and said, "Before, you only needed to inhale Yang Qi once a month, but now you have to go to Zhou Ping every three to five days. If Liu Ruyan wasn't here, you would probably go to Zhou Ping every day."
Xiao Qing sighed, her face full of intoxication: "I can't help it. I don't want to do it for three days. I miss it a lot. You don't understand if you haven't experienced it."
The corner of Fan Shiyi's mouth twitched slightly.
In the room, Zhou Ping slowly lay down. Zhuque beside him was like an octopus, holding him tightly with his limbs, as if afraid that Zhou Ping would escape.
Zhuque is different from Liu Ruyan and Xiaoqing.
Liu Ruyan's advantage is her good figure, Xiaoqing's advantage is her slender waist, and they can perform various difficult moves.
Zhou Ping wanted to leave, but Zhuque refused to let go.
"Okay, there's a long way to go. I'm going to use this identity to earn worship power and become a saint." Zhou Ping kissed Zhuque on the forehead.
Suzaku then lazily let go of his hand.
Zhou Ping smiled slightly, then got dressed and left.
"I think among your bodies, Zhou Ping's is the best looking." Zhuque said.
Zhou Ping smiled gently: "Okay, use him next time."
Zhou Ping came to the outside of Qinghe County and stretched. He felt like he had been drained of energy in the past two days.
He originally wanted to return to the mansion, but Zhou Ping suddenly discovered that Xiaoqing, who had transformed into a human, was also in the mansion.
Zhou Ping still planned to hide.
"My second-grade cultivation is still not enough. I still need to improve my strength." Zhou Ping left Qinghe County and relaxed on Qinglong Mountain.
Suddenly, Zhou Ping felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The grass and forest turned into a Buddhist scripture full of golden light.
A golden Buddha appeared in front of Zhou Ping.
"Zhou Ping." The golden Buddha spoke with compassion and motherly tenderness.
Zhou Ping's eyes became a little dazed when he heard this voice, but they immediately became clear again.
"This voice is not an illusion, it's more like the spiritual magic of Buddhism." Zhou Ping's face was gloomy.
The Buddhist spiritual method, through sound, can make believers more pious to Buddhism.
This technique can only be used once on a person. Once it fails, it will be useless to the person.
"You're trying to confuse me!" Zhou Ping's eyes turned slightly cold, and he exerted his two thousand feet perception range, and the illusion in front of him disappeared instantly.
The illusion disappeared, and an old monk appeared in front of Zhou Ping.
The old monk sat on the stone and began to speak slowly.
"Zhou Ping, you are so talented that you even wrote the Altar Sutra, a peerless sutra."
"Join my Buddhist sect, and I will give you the position of a great Dharma protector."
"Even if you die, Buddhists can still use the initiation method to give you a new life."
Pudu Cihang spoke slowly.
Zhou Ping raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered. The spiritual magic accompanied by the illusion can make Pudu Cihang's magic stronger.
However, Zhou Ping had broken through the illusion and had been on guard for a long time, so it was impossible for the spiritual magic to control Zhou Ping.
"Master, just say what you want to say. There's no need to make such nonsense." Zhou Ping looked at Pudu Cihang.
Pudu Cihang was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Zhou Ping to be unaffected by him. You know, he is a first-class cultivator.
A person of the first rank of cultivation who personally uses spiritual magic can influence thousands of people at the same time.
Even if a person has cultivated himself, even if the second level cannot be influenced, he will still struggle and be confused.
But nothing happened to Zhou Ping!
Pudu Cihang's face darkened slightly: "My friend, since you have obtained the Holy Bodhi Buddha Beads, is my Buddhist treasure, the Ruyi Kasaya, in your hands? Have you met my master? Did my master leave any words?"
Zhou Ping suddenly realized that the person had come to ask him for the treasure.
Zhou Ping looked at Pudu Cihang, and a fighting spirit suddenly surged in his eyes: "Pudu Cihang, how is your centipede's true body?"
Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes, the Buddha's light on his body disappeared, and he became extremely gloomy.
Zhou Ping exposed Pudu Cihang's secret in one fell swoop, and there was no room for maneuver.
This is also Zhou Ping’s attitude.
Why are you doing all that nonsense? If you want something, just come and steal it. Why are you trying to convert me with magic?
Moreover, the Buddhists attacked Zhou Ping several times and almost took his life several times. Zhou Ping had no good feelings towards this group of people.
"The Palm of Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
Pudu Cihang made a seal with his hands, and a golden hand seal appeared out of thin air.
With the appearance of the palm print, the surrounding air seemed to be attracted by the palm print, and countless spiritual powers surged into the palm print.
A first-class fighter’s moves are always different.
Zhou Ping had seen other people use the Ten Thousand Buddha Palm, but none of them were as smooth and silky as Pu Du Ci Hang.
It's just an opening move, but it feels like it's in line with the way of heaven.
Pudu Cihang's Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm is extremely amazing.
"It is indeed a first-class power. If this palm is hit on Qinglong Mountain, I am afraid the mountain will be shattered and half of the living things on the mountain will die."
Pudu Cihang’s every move is a killer move.
This palm strike was about to kill Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping's face was solemn, and he also made a hand seal, which was the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm.
Zhou Ping's Buddhist power is not as good as Pudu Cihang's, but he has other cultivations.
The other cultivations poured into Zhou Ping's ears, the Ten Thousand Buddha Palm, especially this time Zhou Ping also added some demonic energy.
Zhou Ping's demonic energy was all concentrated on the demon seed.
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm changed from golden white to black, with a hint of light in the black.
The golden palm and the black palm collided with each other.
A huge wave of air emanated from the place where the two palms met.
The huge gust of wind cut the big trees on the mountain in half.
There was a roaring sound coming from Qinglong Mountain, like a wailing.
Then, the air waves spread out in all directions with Qinglong Mountain as the center.
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties were the first to be hit.
Some houses were not solid and collapsed instantly in this air wave.
"what happens?"
"Are there experts fighting on Qinglong Mountain?"
"How high of an expert?"
"Looking at this situation, he must be at least of the second rank!"
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties were in an uproar. Another fight between masters.
Many people in Qingyuan County died in the last battle. Unexpectedly, before they had even had a few years of peace, fighting would break out again.
Qinghe and Qingyuan counties immediately launched a city lockdown.
The formation is activated. No one inside can leave, and no one outside can get in.
In Qinghe County, Magistrate Lu hurriedly opened the city seal formation, and then arranged for Wangcheng: "Go and invite Master Fan Shiyi!"
County Magistrate Lu was extremely terrified and regretted becoming a county magistrate.
"Damn it, I will leave here after this matter is over. Whoever wants to be the magistrate of Qinghe County can do it. If you continue to do it, you will be killed." County Magistrate Lu felt a little regretful. Why did he choose Qinghe County?
At this time, bursts of roars came from Qinglong Mountain.
After just a few breaths, the roar disappeared.
On Qinglong Mountain, Zhou Ping and Pudu Cihang separated.
It has been less than a dozen breaths since the fight.
"In a duel between masters, there aren't that many fancy moves, just simple punches and kicks. As for spells, although they can increase the caster's strength, the lead time is too long and they are easy to dodge."
"So the easiest ones are basic punches and kicks!"
Zhou Ping seemed to understand something.
Pudu Cihang's eyes were gloomy. He didn't expect Zhou Ping to be so difficult to deal with.
"You must stay here today!" Pudu Cihang said, and began to tear off his skin. Soon, a huge centipede crawled out of Pudu Cihang's body.
Zhou Ping retreated repeatedly. The centipede that Pudu Cihang transformed into was extremely huge, a thousand feet long.
Pudu Cihang knew that he had to fight quickly. If Zhou Ping left, or if someone came to rescue Zhou Ping, not only would he not be able to kill Zhou Ping, but his secret would also be exposed.
It is unacceptable that the number one person in Buddhism, a top-class master, and the national teacher of the Wei Dynasty turned into a monster.
Once the secret is exposed, Pudu Cihang will have no place to stand in the Wei Dynasty, let alone compete for incense.
A giant centipede appeared and rushed towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping gathered all the spiritual power in his body, then put his hands deep inside and fought the centipede hard.
Zhou Ping's two hands in front of the centipede's head were like an ant and an elephant.
Even so, Zhou Ping still blocked Pudu Cihang.
"Impossible." Pudu Cihang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. The huge centipede mouth opened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhou Ping muttered to himself: "It still doesn't work? It seems that the giant centipede is too strong."
Although Zhou Ping had not reached the first rank, his cultivation was profound and his strength was comparable to that of a first rank cultivator. However, he had no power to resist the monster-like Pu Du Ci Hang.
Just now, Lingxi triggered it with one finger.
Pudu Cihang was extremely shocked. At the same time, a long tentacle stretched out from his mouth and swallowed Zhou Ping into his stomach.
Immediately afterwards, Pudu Cihang disappeared from the spot.
Several figures appeared out of nowhere on the spot.
There were Zhang Ziling, Fan Zhongfu, a middle-aged man and an old woman.
These four people are the four first-rank officials of the Wei Dynasty.
"The monster just now appeared again, but it teleported away. It seems to be a first-grade monster."
"Yes, this beast is too powerful. The four of us, the first-rank ones, can't even deal with him."
"I don't know why he showed up, or where he went."
Several people were whispering, but Zhang Ziling didn't say anything. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he knew that Pudu Cihang and Zhou Ping had started fighting.
At this time, to the east of Da Wei, there was a vast sea area.
The demon body of Pudu Cihang sank to the bottom of the sea and hid in the mud.
And in Pudu Cihang's stomach, piles of centipedes were rushing towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that Pudu Cihang would actually swallow him into its stomach.
At the same time, Zhou Ping took out the magic knife Qianren.
The magic sword Thousand Blades automatically protected its master, smashing the centipede that pounced on Zhou Ping.
"No, these centipedes are endless. Sooner or later, they will be exhausted to death. And even if they are not exhausted to death, there is poison in the centipedes. If they are not exhausted to death, they will be poisoned to death."
Zhou Ping wanted to leave at this time, but he thought that he had entered Pudu Cihang's belly, which was a rare opportunity.
"I need the power of incense. If I want to clear up Yu Yu, I must kill these bad guys. Today is a great opportunity to kill Pu Du Ci Hang. We must not let it go."
Zhou Ping's eyes flashed and he took out a bow from the storage space.
With the appearance of the bow, the small centipedes around felt a tremor from their souls.
The little centipedes retreated one after another and dared not go forward.
Although some of the more skilled ones were afraid, they still rushed towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping gathered his strength and pulled the bow, and soon the Demon Hunting Bow was half pulled out.
The last time he started working, Zhou Ping could only pull the bow a little bit, but this time, he was able to pull the bow completely.
This time, Pudu Cihang felt a huge crisis.
In Pudu Cihang's body, a centipede with ears far larger than the other centipedes appeared. It roared the moment it appeared, and then countless centipedes swarmed towards Zhou Ping again.
Pudu Cihang sensed the danger and didn't want Zhou Ping to draw his bow to full strength.
Zhou Ping didn't care about anything else, just pulling the bow
At this time, Demon Blade Qianren and the Ghost Bride were guarding Zhou Ping.
The ghost bride had now reached the third level of cultivation.
"Go to hell." As Zhou Ping pulled the bow to its full extent, he shot in a direction which was exactly the inner elixir of the demon god Pudu Cihang.
Countless centipedes stood in front of the light arrow, but they could not stop it at all.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow of light pierced through Pudu Cihang's demon pill.
"Ow."
There was a loud roar, and then Zhou Ping felt dizzy. When he appeared again, Pudu Cihang and Zhou Ping were already in a wheat field.
There were a few farmers weeding in the wheat field, and a woman brought a little girl to bring food to the farmers.
"Mom, we made so many delicious foods, Dad, Uncle and Grandpa will definitely have enough to eat."
"Well, wait until your dad and the others have finished eating, then we'll eat."
"Okay, Mom, Lulu is not hungry."
Although the little girl's stomach was rumbling, she didn't say she was hungry.
Pudu Cihang pointed with one hand, and several farmers and the little girl instantly turned into a pool of blood.
"Pudu Cihang!"
Zhou Ping roared and rushed towards the seriously injured Pudu Cihang.
Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He just wanted to provoke Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping rushed towards Pudu Cihang, who stretched out his hands and held Zhou Ping's fists.
Immediately afterwards, a huge suction force came from Pudu Cihang's body, and the spiritual energy in Zhou Ping's body rushed towards Pudu Cihang like a surging sea.
"Heaven Devouring Spiritual Technique!"
Pudu Cihang used the Heaven-Devouring Spiritual Technique, trying to devour Zhou Ping's spiritual power.
A cold light flashed in Zhou Ping's eyes, and at the same time he used the method of borrowing the spiritual power from the sky.
With the two of them as the center, the wheat fields and grass under Zhou Ping's feet all withered, and countless spiritual energy poured into Zhou Ping's body.
"The Sky-Devouring Spiritual Technique? You also know it?" Pudu Cihang was shocked.
Pudu Cihang absorbed Zhou Ping's spiritual energy, while Zhou Ping absorbed the spiritual energy of the earth.
It’s just that Zhou Ping’s is the method of borrowing the sky spirit, not Pudu Cihang’s method of devouring the sky spirit.
"You don't have a demon body yet, and your Sky-Devouring Spirit Technique is not as powerful as mine. I want to see if you can last for dozens of minutes." Pu Du Ci Hang roared and increased his strength to absorb Zhou Ping's spiritual energy.
Zhou Ping also tried his best to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
One hundred feet, one thousand feet, ten thousand feet, thirty thousand feet, fifty thousand feet.
Within fifty thousand feet, all the grass and trees between heaven and earth withered, but the people on the land did not die.
"My wheat field, how come it died suddenly?"
"Without wheat, how can we survive this year?"
"Last year's taxes haven't been paid yet, and this year's wheat fields are crying. Do they really want us to sell our children?"
"Oh my god, what did we do wrong?"
There are many farmers on the 50,000-zhang land. It was originally a plain with wheat fields one after another, but now all the wheat seedlings are dead.
It's like a severe drought.
At the source of the accident, Pudu Cihang was extremely shocked. If it were in the past, Pudu Cihang would be able to absorb the spiritual energy of a person in the blink of an eye, but now Zhou Ping was still standing here alive.
This means that Zhou Ping's Sky-Devouring Spiritual Technique is the same as his own, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is the same.
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Since you can suck so much, then just suck it." A gleam of light flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore at this time.
A person of the first rank can hold a lot of spiritual energy in his body, but no matter how much spiritual energy it holds, it still has its limits.
The spiritual energy in Pudu Cihang's body has exceeded his limits and he can no longer absorb it, so he has to release all the spiritual energy in his body.
"I'll let you suck it, and I'll make you die of it!"
Pudu Cihang no longer absorbed Zhou Ping's spiritual energy, but instead poured his own spiritual energy into Zhou Ping's body. He wanted to suffocate Zhou Ping to death!
A tremendous force filled Zhou Ping's body.
If Zhou Ping's body is a water tank, then the water from ten water tanks is now pouring into Zhou Ping's body.
Zhou Ping's body suddenly grew larger, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"boom."
There was a cracking sound.
Immediately afterwards, another shattering sound was heard.
The enormous Buddhist power directly initiated Zhou Ping to the second level of Buddhism.
However, even though he was at the second level, Zhou Ping's body could not withstand so much spiritual energy.
The next moment, the Ruyi cassock automatically protected its master and wrapped around Zhou Ping's body.
A Buddhist sound rang out from Zhou Ping's body.
Zhou Ping vaguely saw an old monk wearing a tattered cassock and attaining enlightenment under a bodhi tree.
While the old monk was contemplating the truth, he was mumbling something, and it turned out that he was reciting some Buddhist scriptures.
It’s just that the old monk was not satisfied with some of the Buddhist scriptures. However, after sitting in meditation for hundreds of years, the old monk has been revising the Buddhist scriptures.
In an instant, Zhou Ping saw the process of the old monk revising the Buddhist scriptures.
At this moment, Zhou Ping had a new understanding of Buddhism.
A sound of breaking was heard again in Zhou Ping's body.
With the help of the Ruyi Robe and the spiritual energy of Pudu Cihang, Zhou Ping unexpectedly reached a new realm.
Buddhism, first class!
With the arrival of the first-grade master, Zhou Ping's perception range instantly expanded to five thousand feet.
He also became stronger.
"Inhale, inhale, I wonder how long you can last." Pudu Cihang did not notice anything unusual about Zhou Ping. While absorbing spiritual energy from the creatures in the world, he injected more spiritual energy into Zhou Ping's body.
Not only that, Pudu Cihang also took out some pills and herbs from the storage jade and stuffed them into his mouth.
One hundred thousand feet!
Within a hundred thousand feet, all the grass, trees and wheat fields died.
Moreover, tens of thousands of people in the fields also felt the loss of vitality in their bodies.
People fell to the ground one by one. If it lasted any longer, they would have their spiritual energy absorbed by Pudu Cihang and died.
At this time, Zhou Ping's body had reached perfection and could no longer absorb any more spiritual energy.
Even if there was more spiritual energy, Zhou Ping would still die of suffocation.
"return!"
Zhou Ping exhaled lightly, and then the spiritual energy on his body began to radiate.
Borrowing from the heavenly spirit, you must return what you borrow, and it will not be difficult to borrow again.
This is the result achieved after Pudu Cihang’s master improved the Sky-Devouring Spirit Technique.
Zhou Ping can not only absorb the spiritual energy of plants and trees, but also return the spiritual energy to the world.
A bunch of wheat seedlings grew under Zhou Ping's feet.
From one inch to one foot, and then to the scion.
Ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet.
Within a thousand feet, the wheat seedlings quickly grew fruits, and then the range gradually expanded.
A green area began to spread from under the feet of the two people to the surroundings.
Pudu Cihang looked incredulous: "What is this?"
"Your master has spent a lot of effort to improve the Heaven Devouring Spirit Technique. This technique is called the Heaven Borrowing Spirit Technique. It can not only borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also return the spiritual energy to heaven and earth."
"When your master died, he was still thinking about you."
"He's still worried about whether you've gone astray."
Zhou Ping said slowly.
When Pudu Cihang heard Zhou Ping's words, he unconsciously thought of his master and was stunned for a moment.
Master is the softest place of Pudu Cihang.
Although the two of them had different opinions and their teachings were different, the person closest to Pudu Cihang in this world was still his master.
"Master."
Pudu Cihang was stunned for a moment, and then a knife was stabbed into Pudu Cihang's head.
The magic sword Thousand Blades broke through Pudu Cihang's defense and pierced through his head and into his stomach.
Pu Duci smiled miserably, he knew he was going to die.
"Can you recite the method of borrowing the spiritual power from heaven for me?" asked Pudu Cihang.
Zhou Ping didn't waste any words and told Pudu Cihang the method of borrowing the sky spirit. This method was originally intended to be passed on to Pudu Cihang.
However, Pudu Cihang’s master also said that if Pudu Cihang goes astray, borrowing the Tianling method may be the only way to deal with him.
Pudu Cihang clasped his hands together, and the life in his eyes gradually faded away.
"So that's how it is. When a whale dies, all things come to life."
The next moment, Pudu Cihang's body turned into fluorescent dots.
In the wheat field centered on the two people, the originally dry wheat field began to sprout new green branches.
Within a hundred thousand feet, all the wheat not only turned green but also bore fruit.
Not only did the wheat fields produce fruits, but the harvest was also excellent.
The farmers who were working in the wheat fields also gradually recovered.
“So much wheat!”
"My goodness, this wheat crop is four times as much as last year's."
"With this wheat, I can pay off last year's taxes, and I can also pay off the interest I borrowed."
"This wheat will be enough for us to eat for several years."
In an instant, tens of thousands of farmers in the wheat fields knelt down. They fell to the ground and kowtowed continuously.
In the sky, the shadow of Pudu Cihang gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely.
Zhou Ping sighed and put away the magic sword Thousand Blades.
Pudu Cihang is dead.
The Great Wei Imperial Master is dead.
However, Zhou Ping knew that even if he did not die at this time, Pudu Cihang would die at the hands of Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye sooner or later.
Zhou Ping turned around and looked behind him: "Zhang Ziling, good trick, killing without shedding blood."
At this time, behind Zhou Ping was a Taoist priest, who was none other than Zhang Ziling, the Tianzong of Taoism.
Zhang Ziling's pupils shrank suddenly: "You can see me!"
Zhang Ziling used magic to become invisible, and only a first-class master could see him, but Zhou Ping could see him.
"When Pudu Cihang was fighting with me, I couldn't see you, but I could always feel him looking behind me, as if there was someone behind me."
"But I can see now."
Zhou Ping looked at Zhang Ziling and said, "The Heaven Devouring Spirit Technique came from the Taoist Saint. I wonder what the monster that the Taoist Saint transformed into looked like."
Zhang Ziling's face was gloomy. He looked at Zhou Ping and suddenly smiled. "Zhou Ping, you have the Thousand Blades of the Demon Sword and the Demon Seed. You have so many things of the Demon Cult on you. You are not possessed by the Demon Lord, are you? Only the Demon Lord can control the Thousand Blades of the Demon Sword."
Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Zhang Ziling knew so much.
Zhang Ziling gave Zhou Ping a very different feeling. He felt that this man must have some unspeakable purpose, and he gave people the feeling that he was the real culprit behind the scenes.
"What do you want? What do you want from me?"
"I think the world is peaceful and prosperous."
(End of this chapter)
