Qiu Ping's voice sounded like a loudspeaker in the Hebo Yamen. Some clerks were copying official documents carefully, but suddenly their legs shook with fright, leaving ugly ink marks on their books.
Little Loach rushed into the hall in a hurry. He Bo was correcting the recent accounts. Before he could react, he saw a little black face rushing in front of him.
"Go, go, please don't lower your voice, he's not deaf at all." He Bo put the account book in his lap, blew his beard and glared.
"He Bo, let's see what he gave you!"
Qiu Ping held a large pile of mushrooms with grimaces in his legs. The grimaces were twisted and struggling, and a strong negative aura came from his face.
"The transfer messenger is indeed different. He is so generous, and he gives away the bad luck mushrooms casually." He Bo looked at the large pile of mushrooms in front of him and started teasing.
"Hey, they don't grow in my own land. When he came out, he pulled a few of them by his legs, but they are not very valuable." The little loach smiled playfully in front of He Bo.
He Bo didn't show any politeness to him, so he kept the karma-defying mushrooms.
He himself is not in the realm of [holy fetus]. If he is refined through the method of salvation, he can transform the smell of sin in the mushroom into immeasurable merit, and after eating it, it can increase good fortune.
His practice has great benefits.
He Bo was eager to ask Qiu Ping something, but he saw the little loach dangling in front of him.
"Am I always moving around and doing something? Can't I just stay still for a while?" That's not even a seventh-grade god, and things are so out of tune.
"He Bo, look quickly, is he any different from before?"
Qiu Ping blinked and looked at He Bo.
"Well, is there anything different? My face is not as dark, and my forehead is not as big... Please tell me if it is different, have I gained weight again recently? Why do I feel like I have gained weight?
?" He Bo looked at Qiu Ping with confusion on his face.
"No, no, his spiritual mind is alive! He is about to be promoted to the [Holy Pregnancy]. When he came over, did he want to ask you, sir, if there are any preparations for the promotion of the [Holy Pregnancy] realm?"
Qiu Ping ignored the ridicule in He Bo's words and said straight to the point.
Although he had many opportunities during his practice, he never had a teacher to teach him. Judge Cui always arranged things for him and rarely explained the principles and processes.
Little Loach was unsure, so he came to He Bo for advice.
"Hey, the strength is growing very fast. In the blink of an eye, the Holy Fetus is almost condensed." He Bo seemed to have only now seen the change in the little loach's state, and his face showed a hint of surprise.
"I have eight orifices in the ancestral aperture. Even if I transform into a holy fetus in the future, it will definitely not be a six-fate holy fetus. It will not be the best among the six-fate holy fetuses. I am only one step away from being able to condense the nine-life holy fetus.
kind."
He Bo had stayed in the realm of [Holy Pregnancy] for more than a hundred years, so he could naturally see Qiu Ping's foundation at a glance.
There are also three, six or nine levels of holy fetuses.
Ordinary monsters, Bu Nao can open two or three ancestral orifices, and if they can pray for spiritual beings, they can quickly become a holy fetus. That kind of holy fetus is the lowest, called the "Three Life Holy Fetus", and the fetal energy
If it appears pure red, is it a red light covering your life?
For example, some spirits with high enough talent and good bloodline can open up six more ancestral orifices, and then they can achieve the [Six-Life Sacred Fetus], whose fetal energy is gold, glorious and vast, and has a deep foundation.
As for the top one, if you open nine ancestral apertures in the [Ancestral Aperture] realm and achieve the [Nine-Life Sacred Fetus], the fetus energy appears pure purple, with the appearance of purple energy coming from the east, is this really worthy of admonishment?
foundation.
Only by condensing the "Nine Lives Sacred Pregnancy" can one dare to claim that he is not the seed of immortality, and the seedlings of the immortal family will be 90% sure to accept advice in the future.
Holy fetuses at other levels need to rely on chance to seek advice.
No, the [Nine-Life Sacred Pregnancy] is so difficult. Only when the [Tongmai] opens the 360 Qi channels, and the [Ancestral Aperture] opens the nine levels of ancestral apertures, and every step is flawless, can the supreme power be condensed.
【Nine Lives Holy Fetus】.
Qiu Ping's own talent was limited. He ate fish food from the heaven, drank the [Eight Treasures Merit Pool Water] from the Paradise, and swallowed some fragments of the True Dragon Orb, plus a piece of innate bone, and he could barely reach the level of 330.
Qi meridians have the appearance of eight orifices.
It can be seen from this that if you want to change your destiny the day after tomorrow, it is simply difficult to reach heaven.
No, in that world where gods and goddesses roam the earth, ascending to heaven is much easier than changing one's destiny.
"Why can't eight orifices support the eight-life holy fetus? Then he would have wasted two orifices. Six orifices are enough to condense the six-fate holy fetus." Little Loach has a character that does not want to suffer, and he has worked hard for himself.
Ku opened eight acupoints, but before, it was like a holy fetus condensed with the spirits in six acupoints.
No matter what level he is, he has the same holy fetus!
No wonder he felt unbalanced.
"It can't be said that. Although the Eight Apertures can't condense the six-fate holy fetus, it is definitely much better than others. The same golden fetus, dark gold and light gold are different after all."
He Bo was a little angry, and the little loach was very dissatisfied.
The appearance of the Eight Apertures has not been seen in Changning County for I don’t know how many years.
After all, the most talented among the spirits are mostly because their race is strong and their bloodline origin is supported by their ancestors, so they rarely end up in the county or east of the county.
That little loach probably slipped through the net and was taken advantage of by Changning County.
"He Bo, I think he has a good chance of condensing the Nine Lives Holy Fetus?"
Little Loach asked tentatively. After all, he was just on the verge of reaching the final stage. If he could reach the level of nine lives in one fell swoop, his future would be great.
"My boy, don't think about those things that are there and not there. I really think he is an immortal. He himself has barely become a six-life holy fetus. Is there such a chance that he can save it for me?"
"Unless I have the opportunity to get the help of those ancient immortals and spend a lot of effort to reshape my bones, then don't dream." He Bo patted the little loach on the head and told him not to think about it all day long.
"Our Shinto doesn't attach much importance to Ziren. If my boy can be promoted to the third rank one day, his Wei Jian will not be lower than the heavenly immortal. In terms of power and power, he is even higher than the heavenly immortal. I ask if I can reach the level of King Mingling.
If you are at a higher level, you will not be a big boss in the world."
He Bo felt that he should not hit the little loach so much, so he opened his mouth and comforted him a few more words.
Shinto practice emphasizes authority and seeks to have enough authority, which is not weaker than other paths of practice.
If you ask for flaws, you are denying your responsibility and cannot escape easily.
"That's right, he has an iron job outside the system. Even if he can't become an immortal due to talent issues in the future, he can still keep climbing outside the Shinto. Even if one day he can't climb anymore, he can continue to control the body of a ghost after death.
Authority, that is not a path to eternal life.”
The little loach thought about it and became happy again, but it was heartless.
…
The core area of Abi Hell is the place of eternal extreme cold.
The ground is covered with gray-red snow, but it looks more like the ashes raised after burning, deeply covering the mountains and rivers of the earth.
But I don’t know what kind of power it is that actually built a huge pond with a radius of thousands of feet in such an area.
In the sky, countless treasure ships were flying, and the liquid tanks were orange-red, and high-temperature oil was pouring from them to the east.
When the grease enters the pool, all the heat is absorbed, leaving only the orange-red liquid flowing slowly.
If someone is not knowledgeable, they will naturally recognize the name of those oils [Pure Yang Flame Fat] at a glance. It is made from glaze fire mixed with a large number of herbs and contains a large amount of vitality.
If a monk fails to absorb it, his vitality will be strong and his lifespan may even be greatly extended.
No, those rare oils were poured out at this moment as if they didn't ask for money.
If Qiu Ping was there, he would definitely be able to identify some of the countless treasure ships as belonging to the Xie family in Qingzhou.
It seems that there are a large number of treasure ships gathered in this area. Although they have different signs, they are obviously not east of the Xie family.
Inside the treasure ship, there are countless illusory figures with high crowns and powerful belts walking around. Each of them has a profound aura and considerable strength.
But at this moment, there was a sense of caution, which destroyed the ethereal temperament of their presence.
"Everyone, please go back first. When things here are over, come here to pay your respects." Beside the huge pool, a huge figure several feet high flew into the air, and billowing spiritual thoughts spread around.
There was not much politeness in his words, just like shooing away a slave.
But the people who were in the treasure boats didn't dare to get angry at all. After bowing, they took the treasure boats and left. It seemed that the purpose of their coming was to transport the green bricks for building the pond and the [Pure Yang Flame Fat].
"Tu Yi, I'll go back first. This hell is protected by King Mingling, but no one dares to mess around."
At some point, a middle-aged man wearing a jade crown and neatly combed hair stood not far away.
He was wearing a black crane cloak, had a handsome face, and was admonishing people. He looked more like an immortal than the god Jiqiu who was there that day.
The middle-aged man looked up at the sky. The dark sun was suspended at a very high altitude, like an eye staring at the whole world.
"No, God is here!"
The figure several feet in size became clearer, turning into a man wearing dark golden armor and carrying two large axes on his back.
The man stepped on the blue clouds and left in the blink of an eye.
"Don't look at it. I'm going to take a bath. Be careful of getting corns." The middle-aged man smiled at the sky. After saying this, the distant black moon really disappeared.
It's not that the black moon has left, it means that the light no longer shines on that area.
After the black moon moved away, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and gently took off his cloak and robe.
The moment his clothes left his body, the body east of his chest was like a monster that had escaped its restraints. It expanded crazily, and its flesh and blood continued to proliferate, turning into sarcomas and blood vessels flowing with mucus.
The proliferating flesh and blood seemed to have a consciousness of its own, growing into rotating eyeballs, and then legs and feet, running in all directions.
"return!"
The middle-aged man scolded, and the flesh and blood were frightened, then ran back obediently and plunged into the middle-aged man's huge body.
The middle-aged man looked calm, as if he had long been accustomed to such a situation, and then slowly walked into the pool filled with [Pure Yang Flame Fat].
As soon as he stepped into it, the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and began to squirm even more crazily.
This place is the coldest place in the Abi Hell, called [Jiyin Wasteland]. If the immortals enter this place from the east without the protection of the treasure ship, they will be frozen to death even if they can recover at the [Yuan Shen] level.
The middle-aged man summoned various aristocratic families, took out all the [Pure Yang Flame Fat] accumulated over countless years, and entangled with the cold air of this place to eliminate the alienated power within him.
All the liquid in the pool rippled, and the middle-aged man's chest was exposed, while other parts of his body seemed to go crazy, turning into countless sticky flesh and blood, growing along the bottom of the pool, and in the blink of an eye.
In the meantime, the east side of the pool was covered with flesh and blood.
The weird eyeballs are constantly rotating, and the teeth in each person's mouth are extremely scary.
The middle-aged man allowed the flesh and blood to grow crazily in the pool, so that the power of alienation could be fully stimulated and then eliminated.
"The effect is a little worse than expected, Bu Nao... Fortunately, part of the alienated power can be temporarily suppressed, allowing him to take a breath and have more time to solve the problem. Then the Emperor Sanguan left here.
Heaven and earth, otherwise with their great power, they may be able to solve the abnormal situation they are in."
The middle-aged man's eyes were far away. If there were no hidden dangers in his body, how could the divine way in the world be like that?
Just as he looked ahead, the void in front of him rippled slightly, and a blue Yongxuan fell from the east.
A splash of oil broke out in the orange-red oil.
After a few breaths, a small green dragon emerged from it, almost looking like a middle-aged man, several feet apart.
Xiao Qinglong seemed to be frightened and looked at the uncle in front of him in confusion.
"Don't...don't kill him...he is just a poor child with no father and mother...he is very immature and relies on begging for food..." Little Qinglong Zaidong lay in the water and kowtowed in an instant.
Listening to the snot and tears makes people feel sad.
What he didn't notice was that behind him, a mass of flesh and blood evolved into a huge, ferocious face, and its mouth slowly opened wide, as if begging to be swallowed whole.
"What's my name? Where do I come from?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and the face melted like wax, and flowed into the pool water in a blink of an eye.
Everything is as if nothing happened.
"His...his name is Ao Heng. He doesn't know where he came from. He has been wandering around since he was born, living everywhere." Qiu Ping burst into tears and cried so sadly.
He was crying partly because he was acting, and partly because he was so scared that he was about to cry.
Now that I enter [Mountain River Pool], I can at least compete with Dragon Lord Ou. What should I do now? The person in front of me looks like a big boss at a glance. If he is caught making alchemy, it will be over.
?
The middle-aged man naturally saw that Xiao Qinglong was lying, but he did not expose it, so he looked at the wrong person with great interest.
The little green dragon's strength is very poor, but it seems to contain the blood of the ancestral dragon, and there is pure ancestral energy outside it. The strangest thing is that its fate is so confusing that even I can't pry it out.
That person who even he didn't pry into his destiny in this world is honored as an ancestor in both worlds, but he is no longer in that world.