My martial arts will become an evil god

But if the goddess of the night really came in real body.

With the fighting power of the Goddess of the Night described in the myths and legends of the Confederate States.

Fang Ping will most likely not be her opponent.

"In this way, it seems that the Heavenly Court Plan must be implemented as soon as possible..." Chen Lao said very solemnly.

Hearing this, Fang Ping frowned, a little puzzled, "Heavenly plan?"

"Well, this plan has been prepared decades ago, after we united with people from various sects to defeat the first blood sacrifice ceremony of the Yuan Demon Sect." "Most of the preparations have been made so far. After you said that there might be an accident in Heiyuan, we have already planned to implement the Heavenly Court plan in advance." "Now even the gods in mythology have appeared, it seems that we have to speed up our actions in order to better protect the safety of Xia Kingdom " Hearing that Xia Guo had prepared this plan for decades, Fang Ping became even more curious. "What are you going to do?"

"Using the national transportation network as the context, build a huge formation that covers the entire territory of Xia Kingdom, and drive the national fortune to connect the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the whole country." !" Hearing Mr. Chen's turbulent words, Fang Ping's face suddenly revealed a look of shock.

Use the densely packed transportation network extending in all directions across the country as the context to build a formation that covers the entire Xia Kingdom.

This.....

Fang Ping was immediately shocked by their crazy idea.

But at the next moment, Fang Ping's eyes suddenly flashed a bright light.

By the way...it must be so.....

At this moment, Fang Ping thought of Xia Guo's frantic construction of infrastructure in these years, and the amount of money was even astonishing.

In addition to those densely connected major cities, the extremely developed transportation network.

Fang Ping also thought about the so-called village-to-village project in recent years.

The road was built directly to various villages in remote mountains and forests.

I am afraid that in addition to humanistic care, as well as various political and economic reasons.

This sounds like a crazy Heavenly Court plan, and it is also the reason why Xia Guo is so crazy about infrastructure construction.

thought here.

Fang Ping immediately felt admiration for the foresight and foresight of Chen Lao and the leaders of the Xia Kingdom.

Another burst of scalp tingling.

This shit is really a century-old plan!

After exhaling lightly to calm down the emotions in his heart, Fang Ping said in a deep voice:

"What do I need to do?"

"It's just the beginning, and I may need your help, but now, can you lend me the living weapon you got this time?"

"Living martial arts is related to the promotion of the core environment, and the content in it may be helpful to build the formation at that time."

"Personally, I really want to watch Huo Wu. After I become like this, the usual cultivation methods are basically useless to me."

"Living martial arts may allow me to find the method of cultivation in the future."

"Of course, if you don't want to, it's okay."

Mr. Chen said sincerely, that is, he said that the Heavenly Court Project may need live martial arts, but he also confessed that his personal 983 also wanted to refer to live martial arts to seek the way of cultivation in the future.

"can."

Hearing what Chen Lao said, Fang Ping nodded directly.

Anyway, he had already agreed with Li Wanjiang just now that the content of live martial arts would be exchanged for the secret technique left by the immortal.

What's more, even if it wasn't agreed, Fang Ping would never...

emmm...well, I will hesitate for a while.

But thinking about what Chen Lao did, even if there is no exchange, Fang Ping will most likely be willing to show him the content of Huowu.

Anyway, he has nothing to lose.

Fang Ping thought that he would never be able to sacrifice himself for the country and the people like Mr. Chen.

But it does not prevent him from admiring and respecting such a national hero.

hum~~

I saw his finger.

One by one, the weird and twisting fonts condensed by the desolate poisonous evil spirit appeared in the air one by one.

"Thank you!"

Old Chen's voice trembled slightly, obviously he was a little excited to see this living martial arts that could become the method of immortality in ancient times.

Just the next moment, he looked at the weird fonts in the air that were condensed by his own desolate and poisonous spirit.

Fang Ping frowned slightly imperceptibly.

But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

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263 Remnant paintings, fairy secrets!

Special Investigations Office Headquarters.

Fang Ping and Li Wanjiang came here together after Yinlongshan discussed with Mr. Chen about the follow-up implementation of the Heavenly Court plan.

Go to the headquarters of the special investigation department.

"Director, Advisor Fang!"

"Director, Advisor Fang!"

All the officers from the Special Intervention Office they met along the way gave way, bowing their heads and shouting respectfully.

He didn't dare to look at Fang Ping at all.

Compared to Li Wanjiang, Fang Ping noticed sharply that these people seemed to be very afraid of him.

"What's going on with them, am I so scary?"

"I remember I was always kind, right?"

Fang Ping asked in surprise as he followed Li Wanjiang inside.

"Haha, the fact that you made so many high-level officials kneel outside with just one glance at the beginning has spread throughout the Special Investigation Office."

"Of course they're afraid of you."

Hearing Fang Ping's words, Li Wanjiang laughed immediately.

Seeing Fang Ping raised his eyebrows, Li Wanjiang immediately added, "Don't look at me, I've already explained it to them, but it's useless."

Speaking of which, Li Wanjiang looked up and down at Fang Ping, "Your tall body, coupled with that strong sense of oppression without anger, it is normal for them to be afraid of you."

At this time, Fang Ping, even in a normal state, was more than two meters tall.

Coupled with that tall and strong body, it matches the invisible sense of oppression that naturally appears.

It's really hard to look directly at.

Hearing this, Fang Ping raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Although this seems a bit domineering, it is also good, and he can save a lot of trouble.

Fang Ping followed Li Wanjiang, and soon came to a special elevator.

I saw Li Wanjiang's finger resting on a floor button for a while.

The elevator started to move immediately.

But instead of going up, it's going down fast.

Fang Ping could even feel a sense of weightlessness.

After ten seconds.

The elevator stopped, Fang Ping looked at the elevator.

Negative forty floors!

The elevator door opened, and what came into view was a completely steel passage.

At one end of the passage is an extremely thick special steel door that is several meters thick like the door of a bank vault. "I didn't expect there to be such a place in the headquarters of the Special Investigation Office. It should be 100 meters underground." "" When I came last time, I didn't even notice it at all. "Fang Ping looked at the scene in front of him and said with some surprise.

"Well, this is already 120 meters underground, and it is a secret place in the headquarters of the Special Investigation Department." "There are only three people who have the authority to enter here, including me." "Let's go, the secret library is here over there."

While speaking, Li Wanjiang led Fang Ping to the extremely thick steel gate.

The entire palm is pressed on a sensor, and energy fluctuations of special frequencies are input.

A boom sounded suddenly.

The steel door opened slowly.

Inside the secret vault are rows of huge display cases made of steel.

However, it is not possible to see what is placed in these display cabinets.

Moreover, these display cases are covered with various runes, completely isolating the power of perception.

Even Fang Ping had a hard time sensing the specific items in it.

Afterwards, Li Wanjiang opened one of the cabinets, and carefully took out a somewhat torn picture scroll exuding an ancient atmosphere. "Look, is there any help for you?" Li Wanjiang handed the scroll to Fang Ping.

"This remnant painting was originally obtained from an ancient secret realm, and an ancient book we also obtained from it recorded that this painting was made by an immortal and contained the secret method of an immortal." "And at that time we discovered At that time, this painting was indeed used to suppress the eyes of a large-scale formation, so there should be no fakes." Li Wanjiang introduced Fang Ping when he unfolded the scroll.

Unfolding the scroll, Fang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw that the scroll was about two meters long and half a meter wide after it was unfolded, and one-third of the scroll was still missing.

The content of the painting on the scroll is probably above a cloud and mist, a figure is walking against the wind, and behind the figure are countless winds swirling the clouds and mist to wreak havoc.

In the painting, this figure is as ethereal as a cloud, with flaps of clothes fluttering, a long sword upside down in his hand, and a jade gourd hanging from his waist, which is extremely chic.

Just looking at it makes people sigh, what an extraordinary and free fairy!

There are two ancient Chinese characters on the side.

Shocked by a whirlwind of wind and clouds, the heavens and the earth are shocked, laughing out loud!

There should be two more sentences before these two sentences.

But it's a pity that the missing part of this picture scroll is just the two sentences in front of it and the head of that figure.

Staring at the remnant painting, Fang Ping didn't feel anything unusual.

But in his intuition, he felt that this painting was very unusual and definitely not simple. "Didn't you research something?" Fang Ping asked while carefully observing the remnants of the painting.

Hearing this, Li Wanjiang shook his head and sighed: "No, we and Mr. Chen and the people in the research institute have studied it for a long time." Apart from being amazing, it is no different from ordinary paintings." "But when we found this painting, it was clearly placed in the eye of that formation." "In addition to the records in the ancient book, so We just kept it in this secret library." Having said that, Li Wanjiang looked at Fang Ping, "How is it? Can you see something?" "It's not clear, I can feel that this painting is not simple , but (Nuo Qianzhao) is more specific, it is estimated that it will take some time."

Fang Ping stroked the gusts of wind on the painting lightly with his fingers, and felt that kind of air flu that seemed to be there in the dark, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said. "Immortal secret method..." "It really isn't simple..."

Staring at the remnant painting in his hand, Fang Ping's eyes flashed brightly.

Especially when he slowly touched the remnant painting with the power of the evil abyss, he could clearly feel a sense of coldness.

It was as if an invisible hurricane was raging in his ears.

Even the power of the evil abyss that didn't enter the portrait disappeared instantly.

It was as if it was directly torn apart by those strong winds and dissipated.

This made him more interested in the secret technique hidden in the residual painting.

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264 Global Changes!

In a hotel room.

Fang Jing quietly observed the residual painting.

With a light touch of the finger, a trace of the power of the evil abyss followed the finger and sank into the remnant painting.

Gradually, as more and more powers of the evil abyss submerged in, this residual painting seemed to start to emit a faint wave.Huh~huh!Hum -- accompanied by the apparent and violent fluctuation, it seemed as if there was a gust of wind in the whole room.

In a trance, Fang Ping seemed to have a mirage in his mind.

Above the vast sea of ​​clouds, a figure roaming freely between heaven and earth rides the wind to the nine heavens, peerless and independent, walking against the wind.

Countless bitter winds swept all directions under his feet and behind him.