No one really thinks cultivating immortality is difficult, right?

Xia Qingmo behind him couldn't help but wonder what Ye Ping was thinking.

She really couldn't understand what Ye Ping wanted to do. Was he going to the Linhe Ghost Tomb to convert the resentful souls and strengthen himself, and then go to fight with Han Mo?

This is not very realistic.

It is difficult to break through to the Golden Core Realm. Moreover, Ye Ping is an unparalleled genius, so it must be more difficult for him than for other cultivators.

Even if he converted the entire Linhe Ghost Tomb, he probably wouldn't be able to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

She really couldn't figure out what Ye Ping was trying to do.

It turns out that women cannot understand the inner thoughts of straight men.

Just at this time, Ye Ping saw a group of resentful souls, not many in number, only a dozen or so.

At that moment, Ye Ping yelled.

"Where is the Ghost King?"

When Ye Ping came before this group of resentful souls, he was like a god. His elegant aura was gone, and instead he had an unrivaled and domineering attitude.

"what?"

"Ghost King?"

The resentful souls were a little confused. They were discussing what to eat for the next meal when suddenly someone came and asked them where the Ghost King was. Naturally, they were a little confused.

Before the group of resentful souls could come to their senses, a golden light shone down, and more than a dozen faint merits penetrated into Ye Ping's body.

With pursuers behind him, Ye Ping didn't have time to waste with them.

The next moment, Ye Ping appeared in front of a group of resentful souls again.

"Where is the Ghost King?"

Ye Ping, who was like a god, directly shocked the group of resentful souls. Their eyes were full of astonishment and surprise, and they didn't know how to respond.

Swish.

Another golden light flashed, and dozens of faint merits entered the body.

Next, Ye Ping acted like a madman. Whenever he saw resentful souls, he would ask where the Ghost King was. Those who could not answer or who did not have time to answer were liberated by the Golden Wheel on the spot.

"Where is the Ghost King?"

Swish!

"Where is the Ghost King?"

Swish!

"Where is the Ghost King?"

Swish!

In just less than an incense stick of time, Ye Ping saved the souls of at least thousands of resentful souls.

Ye Ping is like a god in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of these resentful souls, Ye Ping is just like an evil ghost.

More like evil spirits than them.

Where is the Ghost King? How do I know where the Ghost King is?

Brother, stop making trouble.

The resentful souls really cried.

These resentful souls never imagined that they would encounter such bizarre things in their lifetime.

This day.

There is a ghost grave by the river, with ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Finally, the resentful soul answered in time.

"The Ghost King is in the southwest. Brother, stop killing him. He's going crazy."

The other party was kneeling on the ground crying and shouting. He saw Ye Ping's godlike behavior from a distance.

Wherever he went, he could hear ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

So when Ye Ping appeared in front of him.

He immediately informed them that the Ghost King was in the southwest.

"Southwest? Okay, thank you. You have done me a favor. I, Ye, believe in repaying a favor. Seeing that you are full of resentment, I will help you."

Upon learning that the Ghost King was in the southwest, Ye Ping couldn't help but feel happy. He then shot out a ray of golden light to directly save the vengeful soul.

"I'll help you..."

The resentful soul who was to be saved was confused. I didn’t tell me that you would save me, and even if I told me, would you still save me?

Why don't you just die?

The resentful soul was converted and disappeared, while Ye Ping continued to run towards the southwest.

Bang bang bang!

Just at this moment, sword energy exploded, and the resentful souls in the entire Linhe Ghost Tomb suffered even more.

If they were saved by Ye Ping, they could at least be reincarnated, but Han Mo's Taoism did not give them the chance to be saved. They were directly killed, and both their body and soul were destroyed.

All of a sudden, the resentful souls began to flee frantically.

What the hell kind of person did he meet? It was a fight between gods, and it brought disaster to Yang Chi.

They cry.

"Ye Ping, don't run away. You want to convert the resentful souls and improve your own strength. This is simply impossible. Do you think I will give you this opportunity?"

"I can give you a chance. As long as you accept me as your master, I am willing to accept you as my apprentice. I can even teach you my unique skills. Both you and I can benefit. How do you think?"

Han Mo's voice sounded from behind.

He followed Ye Ping closely. Even if Ye Ping used all his strength to perform the Great Freedom Sword Technique, he could not escape from Han Mo's clutches.

However, Han Mo was not a bad tempered person. If Ye Ping continued to be stubborn, he would not mind killing Ye Ping.

"Senior, I am dull and if I were to become your disciple, I would probably bring shame to you."

Ye Ping fled in front and responded at the same time.

"Dull in talent? If you are also called dull in talent, then how many people in the world dare to call themselves geniuses?"

"In one word, do you want to become my disciple or not?"

Han Mo snorted coldly and said so.

"Bye, bow, bow, but Senior, can you let me go back to the sect? At least I have to go back and tell my master."

Ye Ping spoke. He knew that the other party had little patience, so he talked nonsense with him in an attempt to delay time.

"Why bother with so much trouble? You can just accept me as your master, and I will go to your sect and invite your master to have tea, and the problem will be solved. Ye Ping, I don't have much patience, so don't be stubborn."

Han Mo continued to speak.

"Drink tea? What kind of tea? My master only drinks new tea."

Ye Ping continued to talk nonsense.

"It seems like you really want to die."

Han Mo's face turned cold, he already had the intention to kill. If it weren't for the Tenth Princess, maybe he would be willing to talk nonsense with Ye Ping, but right now the Tenth Princess's matter was the most important.

A unique inheritance, natural is best.

If not, forget it.

But at this moment, a huge stone tablet appeared in Ye Ping's eyes.

[Great Prison Demon Territory]

There were six ancient characters engraved on the huge stone tablet. Ye Ping had seen this kind of ancient text in the Sutra Library of the Jin State Academy. He also studied it a little and knew what it meant.

Behind the stone tablet is a small hill, inside which is sealed the Ghost King of Linhe, also known as the Great Prison Demon.

As soon as one stepped into this area, one would find that it was filled with resentment and black fog everywhere. If one were an ordinary cultivator, one would be haunted by the resentment just by standing aside, let alone walking in, and would lose oneself and become possessed.

"This is it."

At this moment, Ye Ping showed joy.

He came directly to the stone tablet, and then saw Xia Qingmo's face full of astonishment.

Ye Ping punched the stone tablet.

boom!

Ye Ping's body was filled with golden light and dragon roars were heard in his body. The power of this punch was enough to blow up a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core.

Of course, this Jindan cultivator is an ordinary Jindan cultivator.

People are divided into three, six or nine grades.

Monks are also divided into different levels.

Han Mo is at the genius level.

Although he was in the late Jindan stage, ordinary Jindan-perfect cultivators would die in front of him.

Although Ye Ping is a foundation-building cultivator, he may not be able to defeat a Jindan cultivator like Han Mo, even if Han Mo is in the early Jindan stage.

It’s like Ye Ping, who is in the early stage of foundation building, meets himself who is in the middle stage of foundation building. Can he beat him?

But this punch hit the stone tablet, but he found that the stone tablet did not move at all, without any change, like a piece of magic iron, no matter how hard Ye Ping hit it, it would not shatter.

"My benefactor, do you want to smash the stone tablet and release the ghost king to stop Han Mo?"

At this moment, Xia Qingmo finally came back to her senses. She understood Ye Ping's thoughts and couldn't help but speak.

"Yeah, otherwise what do you think I came to the Linhe Ghost Grave for? No one really thinks that I came here to convert the resentful souls and improve my strength, right?"

Ye Ping was a little depressed.

The biggest reason why he came to Linhe Ghost Tomb was this Ghost King.

The Ghost King's strength is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage. Although Han Mo is a genius-level late Jindan cultivator, he has not yet transformed into golden light. How can he possibly resist the Ghost King?

Could it be that I am really stupid enough to come to Linhe Ghost Tomb to fight monsters and level up?

"My benefactor, you can't use brute force to break the seal. You need to use the Golden Wheel of Transformation to bless it. Only then can you break the seal."

Knowing what Ye Ping meant, Xia Qingmo quickly spoke up and asked Ye Ping to break the spell with the golden light.

There are only two ways to break this seal: extreme yang and extreme yin.

Or use the most evil thing in the world to break the seal.

Or use the most yang thing in the world to break the seal.

Nothing else will work. If brute force can break it, then wouldn't it be possible to just hire an evil Nascent Soul cultivator to smash it to pieces?

"The Golden Wheel of Deliverance? There is such a term?"

Ye Ping was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the Golden Wheel of Duhua could break this restriction.

However, although he was surprised, Ye Ping immediately condensed the Golden Wheel of Salvation and then bombarded the stone tablet.

Boom.

The stone tablet trembled and cracks appeared slightly. It was indeed much more effective than brute force.

For a moment, Ye Ping couldn't help but have a different opinion of Xia Qingmo. He thought Xia Qingmo was a burden, but unexpectedly, he was actually of some use.

It turns out that people who have read books are different.

"My benefactor, although releasing the Ghost King can delay Han Mo, the problem is that once the Ghost King is born, the entire Qingzhou will be in chaos. How many common people will be implicated by then."

Xia Qingmo spoke, and she frowned slightly. Although this was a good idea, releasing the Ghost King would solve Han Mo's troubles, but at the same time, it would also bring huge troubles to Qingzhou.

However, upon hearing this, Ye Ping couldn't help but look at Xia Qingmo.

"Princess Qingmo, remember what I said. Your own life and death is the most important. Whether Qingzhou is in chaos or not is Qingzhou's business. But if we don't release the Ghost King, it will be you and me who will die. Qingzhou will not remember what we have done, and I don't need Qingzhou to remember anything about me."

Ye Ping's voice was very calm, but this sentence stunned Xia Qingmo.

If such remarks were made in the court, they would certainly be criticized by countless great scholars. However, if one thinks about it calmly, there is nothing wrong with what Ye Ping said.