"How long will it take for John Zhao to come out from Thousand Mile Landscape Painting?" Jiang Ping'an asked.
Miao Yu replied, "His is a saint, it will probably take more than a month."
Jiang Ping'an nodded, and he could afford to wait for more than a month. The next moment, he thought of something, and asked worriedly, "But, will there be any impact if you and John Zhao are separated from each other by two sacred artifacts?"
"Master, please rest assured, as long as he is parasitized by the slave, it will be the same even if he hides at the end of Great Barrens, hundreds of millions of miles away from the slave." Miao Yu replied.
Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and roughly understood the reason, that is, Miao Yu is actually a source of infection, but it is transmitted through sound. John Zhao has been infected. No matter where he is, the bacteria and viruses will reproduce themselves in John Zhao's body.
Jiang Ping'an nodded slightly and said to Miao Yu and the other three ghosts, "You guys, please step back."
After the three ghosts retreated, Jiang Ping'an originally wanted to take Profound Yellow Pagoda back into his body, but suddenly thought that he could overcome the evil spirits. It would be bad if Wu Jianzhong helped John Zhao eliminate the parasite of Miao Yu.
Therefore, he gave up his plan to take back Profound Yellow Pagoda and said to Profound Yellow Pagoda, "Pagoda Grandfather, please don't enter my body during this period."
"I know." Profound Yellow Pagoda responded.
Afterwards, Jiang Ping'an sat cross-legged on the huge throne, closed his eyes, and practiced his exercises.
More than a month later, Miao Yu asked for a meeting.
"Master, this slave has completely parasitized that Celestial Race." Miao Yu respectfully reported to Jiang Ping'an, "This slave can let you go at any time. He came out of Thousand Mile Landscape Painting. However, in order to prevent him from destroying Thousand Mile Landscape Painting, the master is requested to kill him immediately after he comes out of Thousand Mile Landscape Painting."
Jiang Ping'an flew down from the huge throne and said to Profound Yellow Pagoda, "Pagoda Grandfather, release Thousand Mile Landscape Painting."
Profound Yellow Pagoda flew a few feet in front of Jiang Ping'an and released Thousand Mile Landscape Painting.
Miao Yu stared at Thousand Mile Landscape Painting, his eyes glowing.
The next moment, Thousand Mile Landscape Painting had a spiritual wave, and John Zhao flew out from Thousand Mile Landscape Painting in a daze. Jiang Ping'an, who was already prepared, immediately punched John Zhao's head, and John Zhao's head was immediately beaten to pieces.
Ah--
A sharp scream sounded, echoing in the huge hall, but it was a woman's voice.
I saw the headless corpse of John Zhao falling from the sky while emitting black energy.
It turns out that when Jiang Ping'an was killed by John Zhao, the clone of Miao Yu was also killed. The clone of Miao Yu could not withstand the blow of Jiang Ping'an. This was a manslaughter.
Jiang Ping'an stretched out his hand and took Thousand Mile Landscape Painting into his hand. He glanced at Miao Yu and saw that there was no change in it.
"Are you not injured?" Jiang Ping'an asked Miao Yu.
Miao Yu bowed to Jiang Ping'an and said, "I thank you, Master, for your concern. I am not hurt."
It went on to explain, "If the clone is killed, it will not cause any damage to the slave. However, if the clone just now can be taken back by the slave, the slave will benefit."
Jiang Ping'an nodded slightly and said, "You have made a contribution in this matter, what reward do you need?"
"A slave does not need rewards." Miao Yu said, "Being able to share the master's worries is the meaning of a slave's existence."
Jiang Ping'an said, "In that case, please step back."
Miao Yu is an evil spirit after all and cannot be allowed to grow easily. Otherwise, after his death in the future, it is very likely to cause a great disaster.
After Miao Yu left, Jiang Ping'an turned his eyes to Thousand Mile Landscape Painting in his hand and asked, "Thousand Mile Landscape Painting, are you willing to recognize me as your master?"
"Yes." Thousand Mile Landscape Painting replied immediately, "I can finally return to Human Race's hands."
Jiang Ping'an was slightly surprised and said, "It turns out you have been around for a long time."
After saying that, a drop of golden blood emitting golden light condensed from his fingertips and dripped onto Thousand Mile Landscape Painting. Thousand Mile Landscape Painting immediately absorbed the blood essence and became Jiang Ping'an's holy weapon.
After Jiang Ping'an formed a soul connection with Thousand Mile Landscape Painting, he immediately noticed that there was Celestial Race inside Thousand Mile Landscape Painting.
So, he immediately entered Thousand Mile Landscape Painting.
I saw that Thousand Mile Landscape Painting is indeed a land of beautiful mountains and rivers. Although it is not really as big as a thousand miles, it is still a hundred or dozens of miles long and thirty miles wide, which is more than enough to accommodate two million people.
Of course, the vast majority of space containers cannot hold a large number of living people, not because of lack of space, but because of ecological laws.
Jiang Ping'an Spiritual Sense swept through, many houses were built on the land, and a large number of Celestial Race lived here, but the strange thing is that women and babies accounted for the majority, and there were only a few young and strong Celestial Race men.
"Are these Celestial Race women and babies all the women and heirs of John Zhao?" Jiang Ping'an wondered in his heart, "But these Celestial Race women are obviously very ordinary. Because he is generally no more than Primordial Sea Realm, and his appearance is not as beautiful as a fairy, John Zhao is also a saint after all. Even if he likes to reproduce with a large number of opposite sexes, he would not find such an ordinary Celestial Race woman, right?"
The next moment, Jiang Ping'an flew to the center of this mountain and river and landed in a luxurious palace built in the center.
In the palace, there were a large number of Celestial Race young women and a small number of Celestial Race young men. Jiang Ping'an did not restrain his aura, so when he landed, all Celestial Race in the palace knew about it.
"Bow, pay homage to the saint." These Celestial Race trembled and knelt down to worship Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an said, "John Zhao is dead. From now on, I am the master of Thousand Mile Landscape Painting."
Surprisingly, these Celestial Races showed excitement and joy, and many Celestial Race women even cried with joy and couldn't help themselves.
"Your saint is dead, why are you not sad but happy?" Jiang Ping'an asked.
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Several Celestial Race young women who could still control their emotions said with excitement and hatred, "He is not our saint, he is a devil, he is a man-eating devil! Our children were eaten by him!"
"Ah!" Jiang Ping'an couldn't help being shocked.
It didn't take long for him to catch John Zhao. It took a month and a half at most. It would be okay for a saint to go without eating or drinking for more than ten years. Not to mention that Thousand Mile Landscape Painting can still plant and raise livestock. How come John Zhao is so hungry that he eats his own people?
"Wow, my child, you were eaten by a devil when you were only two years old! Woohoo..." After saying this, those Celestial Race young women could no longer control themselves and collapsed and cried.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu2uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu both my children were eaten, my children are so cute, wuuuuu..."
Others were infected and burst into tears.
Celestial Race Qingzhuang also burst into tears.
For a time, the whole palace was filled with cries.
Jiang Ping'an was a little at a loss. His attitude towards his enemies had always been as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, especially towards Celestial Race. But at this moment, he felt the great sadness and indignation of these Celestial Race.
Jiang Ping'an patiently waited for the group of Celestial Race to cry for nearly half an hour before asking, "Why does John Zhao want to eat your child? Logically speaking, he is not hungry."
"He wanted to extend his life." A Celestial Race young man said through gritted teeth, "He said that eating a hundred children would extend his life by one year."
"This devil imprisoned us in this dark place, just so that we could have a steady stream of children for him to eat!"
Jiang Ping'an couldn't help but take a breath of air. This John Zhao is really a devil. No wonder Immeasurable Fishing Rod estimated that he could catch John Zhao in two or three years, but it took more than a year to catch it. It turns out that John Zhao has gone crazy to extend his life.
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