My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

Special Commission Headquarters.

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

Go to the headquarters of the Special Commissioner.

"Director, Advisor Fang!"

"Director, Advisor Fang!"

All the special mediators encountered along the way were all out of the way, and they bowed their heads and shouted respectfully.

Don't dare to look at Fang Ping at all.

Compared with Li Wanjiang, Fang Ping clearly noticed that these people seem to be afraid of themselves.

"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 to the inside.

"Haha, the fact that you made so many high-level executives kneel outside all the time with just one glance has spread throughout the special mediation office.

"Of course they're afraid of you."

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

Seeing Fang Ping raising his eyebrows, Li Wanjiang immediately added another sentence, "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 Fang Ping, "Your tall body, coupled with that strong sense of oppression without anger, it is normal for them to be afraid of you."

Fang Ping at this time, even in normal state, is more than two meters tall.

Coupled with that tall and sturdy body, it matched the invisible sense of oppression that naturally appeared.

It's really hard to look at.

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

Although this seems to be a bit domineering, but this is also good, he can save a lot of trouble.

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

I saw Li Wanjiang's fingers stop on a floor button for a while.

The elevator moved suddenly.

But it is not rising, but falling rapidly.

Fang Ping can even feel a sense of weightlessness.

After ten seconds.

The elevator stopped, Fang Ping looked at the elevator.

Negative forty floors!

The elevator doors opened, revealing a fully ironed passageway.

At one end of the passage is a special steel door that is extremely thick, like the door of a bank vault, which is several meters thick.

"I didn't expect that there is such a place in the headquarters of the special mediation office. It should be 100 meters underground.""

"The last time I came, I didn't even notice it at all."

Fang Ping looked at the scene in front of him and said in surprise.

"Well, it's already 126 meters underground, and it's a secret place in the headquarters of the special mediation office."

"The authority to enter here, even including me, is only three people from Lingling."

"Let's go, the secret vault is over there."

As Li Wanjiang spoke, he brought Fang Ping to the incomparably thick steel gate.

The whole palm is pressed on a sensor, and the energy fluctuation of a special frequency is input.

A rumbling sound suddenly sounded.

The steel door slowly opened.

Inside the vault are rows of huge steel showcases.

However, it is impossible to see what is placed in these showcases.

And these showcases are covered with various runes, completely isolating the power of perception.

Even Fang Ping, it is difficult to sense the specific items.

Then Li Wanjiang opened one of the cabinets, and carefully took out a scroll that exuded an ancient atmosphere and was somewhat broken.

"Look, does it help you?"

Li Wanjiang handed the scroll to Fang Ping.

"This remnant painting was obtained from an ancient secret realm at the beginning, and an ancient book obtained from it also recorded that this painting was made by immortals and contains immortals' secret techniques.

"And when we discovered it, this painting was indeed used to suppress a large-scale formation, so there should be no fakes.

While Fang Ping was unfolding the scroll, Li Wanjiang introduced it.

Unfolding the scroll, Fang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

When the scroll was unfolded, it was about two meters long and half a meter wide, and one third of the scroll was still missing.

The content painted on the picture scroll is probably above a cloud and mist, a figure walks in the wind, and behind the figure, countless winds swirl the clouds and mist to wreak havoc.

In the painting, this figure is indistinct like a cloud, the clothes are flying, the long sword is upside down in his hand, and a jade gourd is hanging around his waist, which is incomparably unrestrained.

Just looking at it at a glance, it makes people sigh [What ten otherworldly and happy fairies!

There are also two ancient Chinese characters with dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

A roll of wind and clouds shocked the world, laughing Jiuxiao lightly!

There should be two more sentences before these two sentences.

But unfortunately, the missing part of this picture scroll is exactly the two sentences in front of it, as well as the head part of the figure.

Staring at this residual painting, Fang Ping did not sense any abnormality.

But in his intuition, he felt that this painting was very unusual and definitely not simple.

"`|| Haven't you researched something?"

Fang Ping asked while watching the residual painting carefully.

Hearing this, Li Wanjiang shook his head and sighed: "No, we and Chen Lao and those people in the research institute have studied for a long time."

"But there was no gain. I felt that this residual painting was no different from ordinary paintings except for the amazing painting skills."

"But when we discovered this painting, it was clearly placed in the eye of that formation."

"In addition to the records in the ancient book, we put it in this secret vault for preservation.

Speaking of which, Li Wanjiang looked at Fang Ping, "How is it? Can you spot something?"

"It's not clear yet, I can feel that this painting is not simple, but it will take some time to be specific."

Fang Ping caressed the winds on the painting with his fingers, and felt the air that seemed to be in the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Secret of the Immortals"

"It's really not that simple..."

Staring at the residual painting in his hand, Fang Ping's eyes flashed with light.

Especially when he used the power of Xie Yuan to slowly touch the residual painting, he could clearly feel a sense of coldness.

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

Even the power of the evil abyss that did not enter the portrait disappeared instantly.

It was as if it had been torn apart and dissipated by those gusts of wind.

This made him even more interested in the secret techniques hidden in the residual paintings.

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