I am a support player in the cultivation world

The moment she was swallowed by the foul air, mysterious runes appeared all over Luo Ciying's body. The runes lit up, and the light gathered towards Luo Ciying's brows.

Luo Ciying formed seals with her hands, and an extremely beautiful woman appeared behind her, with extraordinary grace and beauty.

As the seals in Luo Ciying's hands changed, the woman's face immediately showed pain. Invisibly, it seemed as if a knife was cutting the skin and flesh of the beautiful woman. As the "skin and flesh" fell, blood flowed from Luo Ciying's eyes.

"With my body, the soul of my ancestors, and the guidance of God, I will open the door to life and break—"

The fallen "skin and flesh" fragments swirled into a cone, breaking through the foul air and stabbing downwards.

"Walk--"

Luo Ciying shouted, and Lin Fuping flew straight downwards along the path she had opened up.

The ripples spread out, and Lin Fuping disappeared into them.

...

"Go ahead, everyone! Whether our Tianyue Kingdom can preserve its traditions depends on you."

Inside the magnificent hall, monks of all ranks stood in a row, their bodies slightly bent, not daring to look directly at the figure above.

And the one sitting at the highest point was none other than the Emperor Emeritus of Tianyue Kingdom, the Great Yunhua.

"Your Majesty, no, you can't do that!"

The monk standing in the front knelt down towards Yun Hua, and the others behind him also knelt down.

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

"I hope your Majesty will think twice!"

"Your Majesty, you are the foundation of our Tianyue nation and the people's support. If something happens to you, what will Tianyue do?"

The minister kneeling in the front bowed and said

"What the people want? Haha..."

Yunhua laughed at himself

"Can I still be regarded as the people's favorite now? Will those people who have been abandoned by me still recognize me as the emperor?"

"Your Majesty, you have no choice but to do this. It is for the sake of the people of the world!"

The ministers tried their best to dissuade

"Since it is for the benefit of the people of the world, I can give up the people in those marginalized areas, so why should I be afraid of giving up my body and my life's cultivation?"

The minister was speechless.

"Okay, I have made up my mind. You don't need to dissuade me. Let's think about how to leave more of my Taoist traditions behind."

Yunhua said this decisively, then turned and left.

"this..."

The ministers who were still kneeling looked at each other, and finally turned their gazes to the person in the front.

"Master Sikong, please say something!"

Sikong Minglang knelt on the ground, dejected.

"What can I do? This is the order of the emperor, and your majesty has agreed to it. What can I do?"

Hearing him say this, everyone else fell silent.

After a while, Sikong Minglang stood up.

"Forget it, let us obey your orders for the last time! Gather all the cultivators in the royal city who have reached the level of refining emptiness, hold trials, select the best ones, and leave behind the inheritance of nine thousand refining emptiness, waiting for future generations to open it.

We will also select low-level monks with decent talents, temperaments and spirits and send them to the Tianqi Kingdom. This is the seed of our Tianyue Kingdom."

Everyone took the order and dispersed. Soon they all left, leaving Sikong Minglang alone sighing in the empty hall.

"Do we... still have a future?"

Lin Fuping put her face close to him, but he didn't react at all.

"Strange!"

Lin Fuping touched her chin with her right hand. This was the first time she entered the nightmare realm while awake. Before, it was only her soul that entered, but now she entered with her body because she could summon the Star Sword.

With the Star Sword, Lin Fuping felt much more at ease, but...

"But what am I going to do now?"

Lin Fuping found that she couldn't leave this hall, otherwise she would have followed Yunhua when he left just now.

Seeing that Sikong Minglang was the only one in the hall, Lin Fuping hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind.

"Senior, Senior, can you see me?"

Sikong Minglang looked at the empty high seat in silence.

"Senior, Lord Sikong!"

Lin Fuping raised his voice.

"Hey, uncle, uncle! Look at me!"

Lin Fuping waved his hand, and it passed through his body without any hindrance.

"In this situation, who is the ghost between us?"

Lin Fuping was speechless.

Sikong Minglang was silent for a while, finally he sighed, turned around and walked out.

Lin Fuping hurriedly followed. If she was really bound to Sikong Minglang, then could she follow him out of the hall?

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. Lin Fuping watched Sikong Minglang leave the hall, but he himself was trapped in the hall.

"Depend on--"

Lin Fuping punched forward, creating invisible ripples. Then a burst of power erupted, bouncing Lin Fuping back.

Lin Fuping flipped in the air, steadied his body and landed on the ground. The Star Sword appeared in his hand and he let out a long roar.

She didn't want to do this, after all, she was in danger, but she couldn't be trapped in the hall like this, otherwise why would Senior Luo go to the trouble of sending her in?

Since I can't leave this hall, I'll just tear it down!

The thinking of a sword cultivator is so simple and crude!

Spiritual power gathered on the Star Sword, and the sword was slashed out with overwhelming sword intent.

"Finally, are you here?"

The ghost that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years was awakened by the aggressive sword intent. A black figure appeared on the throne on the high platform, looking down at Lin Fuping.

Foul air!

Lin Fuping had traveled back and forth between the South China Sea and the Western Desert countless times, so he was naturally very familiar with the foul air.

"Why is it so small? Is there no one left in Shengrong?"

Yunhua looked at Lin Fuping and frowned!

Lin Fuping looked up and saw that it was the Emperor of Tianyue Kingdom, Yunhua.

But unlike the middle-aged man he had just seen, Yun Hua was now surrounded by a foul aura and looked gloomy and cold.

"Junior Lin Fuping, nice to meet Senior Yunhua."

Regardless of Yunhua's right and wrong, merits and demerits tens of millions of years ago, the fact is that he sealed the evil spirit with his body, and he deserves my respect.

The most important thing is...

He looks like he can still communicate!

"Get up, what family are you descended from?"

Although Yunhua was not satisfied with Lin Fuping's young age and low cultivation, since she was able to come in and knew his name, it must be that the backup plan he left behind that year worked.

"I am not a descendant of Sheng Rong. It is just by chance that I can control the evil spirit, so I was asked by Abbot Jueming to come here."

"Jueming?"

Yunhua was puzzled. Was there such a person among the geniuses of that time?

Lin Fuping realized that Abbot Jueming was the name given to him in the present world.

"Abbot Jueming was called Jiang Chenchuan tens of millions of years ago."

"Oh, it's the little emperor!"

Yunhua felt relieved. Jiang Chenchuan had been extremely reliable tens of millions of years ago. He must have had some intentions when he asked this child to come here.

"You said you can control the foul spirit?"

Yunhua had some doubts. The ten prosperous countries back then, with all their national strength, were unable to do anything about the foul energy. In the end, they could only trap the foul energy in their own bodies.

Now, if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage said that she could control the evil spirit, Yun Hua would still find it unbelievable even with Jiang Chenchuan's guarantee.

"Yes, I am quite special. Although my cultivation is low, I can indeed purify the foul air."

Lin Fuping blushed a little.

She could hear Yunhua's disdain for her cultivation level.

Shit! This was the first time someone thought her cultivation level was too low!

"Is it?"

Yunhua flicked his fingertips and a stream of foul air shot towards Lin Fuping.

The Forget-Your-Sorrow Song started instantly, and the foul air was dispelled before it could get close to Lin Fuping.

"This is real!"

Yunhua widened his eyes

Lin Fuping didn't know how she could see this expression from his remaining soul.

"real!"

Lin Fuping said seriously that it was okay for his cultivation to be disliked, but his Forget-Sorrow Song could not be questioned.

"Good good!"

Yunhua's eyes were filled with excitement.

"May God have mercy on Sheng Rong and Tian Yue. We will have a Taoist tradition in the world after all!"

Yunhua was very excited, and Lin Fuping thought of the Buddhist sect outside.

...

The Taoist orthodoxy remains, but the dynasty system of the past is gone.

Yunhua looked at Lin Fuping with a kind look.

"Child, go back!"

"Okay, ex... ah!?"

Lin Fuping thought that after Yunhua knew that he could remove the bad air, he should be eager to let him remove the bad air for him. He guessed it right! He was ready to agree, but what was going on now? He asked him to leave!

"Senior, did I not make it clear? I can remove the foul air. I came here at the request of Jue...Prince Chenchuan to remove the foul air here."

"I know!"

Yunhua said softly and looked at Lin Fuping with some regret in his eyes.

"But kid, your cultivation is too low. If you had reached the Mahayana stage, I would let you try. Unfortunately..."

Yunhua shook his head, but soon became excited again.

"At least now that there is someone like you who can control the evil spirit, our wait has hope.

So kid, what you should do now is to improve your cultivation as quickly as possible, and then come back here.

Don't worry, we can wait!"

Lin Fuping opens his mouth

You can wait, but we can't!

Although no one told him about the current situation, the tacit approval and support from the South China Sea, the invisible urging of heaven, and the inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart all told Lin Fuping the urgency of the current situation.

Otherwise, how could they not know to wait until their cultivation level reaches a certain level before solving the problem.

"Senior, the situation is urgent right now. The abbot and the others agreed to send me in. They must have been sure they were letting me in."

Lin Fuping remembered what Luo Ciying said before she came in. Behind her were Abbot Jueming, Master Cihang and the ten-thousand-year-long vows of the Buddhist Temple. And she didn't think that the Buddhist sect would harm her unless they wanted to be enemies with the world.

Yun Hua looked strange, and carefully looked at Lin Fuping from head to toe, and confirmed that she was a cultivator of the Void Refining Stage. Although her sword intent was very strong, she could only fight a combined body at best. She was a cultivator of the Mahayana Stage! Emperor Jun was even a supreme being of the Tribulation Stage. She was a child of the Void Refining Stage...

"Grasp? You!"

Yunhua doesn't believe it

Lin Fuping was anxious. Senior Luo told her that she would know once she came in, but he didn’t say what she should do if the other party didn’t cooperate?

As for why I don’t just fight, haha, I have to be able to win.

"Senior, I...I am really strong."

Lin Fuping's face flushed. It was so embarrassing to say that she was very strong in front of a great Mahayana master!!!

"Child, you are indeed very talented, not inferior to the princes and princesses of the ten countries. But having a good talent does not mean high cultivation. You still need time to practice."

Yunhua comforted her softly, after all, she could remove the bad air, so she had to be coaxed.

And...he is good at coaxing children. To be more precise, the emperor of every country in Shengrong is good at it.

Lin Fuping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It had been a long time since she had been coaxed by anyone.

"senior..."

When Lin Fuping wanted to say something, a sigh was heard in this space.

"Your Majesty Yunhua, it's been a long time!"

The Buddhist beads in Lin Fuping's arms emitted light, and Jueming's figure appeared in front of the two.

"Abbot Jueming!"

"Prince Chenchuan!"

Lin Fuping took out a Buddhist string of beads from his arms, looked at it, and then looked at Jueming.

Cool! Clone!

"Your Majesty Yunhua, Donor Fu Ping can do it. You have guarded Tianyue for tens of millions of years. It is time to leave."

"Jueming, what are you doing?"

Yunhua looked at Jueming in shock. Why did the Crown Prince, who was so high-spirited back then, become like this?

"Amitabha, Your Majesty, times have changed, and too many things have happened in this world. Sheng Rong is no longer here, and only Ximo remains."

Yunhua looked dazed

“No, not here anymore!?”

Lin Fuping was behind Jueming, his face looking like a mask of pain.

Is it really okay to tell him like this? He won't go crazy!

"Hahaha!"

While Lin Fuping was worried, Yunhua laughed out loud.

"In this world, what is there that will truly last for thousands of years? It is nothing but human delusion."

Yunhua's eyes are wet

Lin Fuping:...!?

The soul can still shed tears! ?

Long insight!

"Since Sheng Rong is gone, why are you still here?"

Yunhua looked at Jueming and his expression turned cold.

"Jiang Chenchuan of Tianqi is no longer here. The only one left in this world is Jueming, who has a mission to fulfill."

"then..."

When Yunhua wanted to say something, Jueming said

"My father's request back then was to keep as many of his people alive as possible and to remove the foul air from this land."

The implication is that there is no requirement for them to establish a country according to the system of that time.

(In fact, there was such a plan at the beginning, but the number of people was too small.)

Yunhua has nothing to say

"So you appear in front of me now, do you really believe that this child can save me?"

A bright smile

"If she can't do it, what about me and Cihang?"

"Cihang?"

“It’s the same Yuntian from back then!”

There was a change in Yunhua's eyes

"Why...why doesn't he come in?"

"Cihang has his work to do."

Yunhua was silent

"It seems that things have really changed. So what is your plan now?"

Jueming's lips moved slightly, and Yunhua listened attentively.

Lin Fuping's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

No, why are you still avoiding me at this time! ?

"Okay, okay! It can't be Prince Chenchuan. You and the Emperor are exactly alike, both are equally cruel!"

Yunhua laughed out loud when he heard the last part.

"Your Majesty, please grant me your permission!"

Awake Ming lowered his eyes

"Humph, since you dare to make such a choice, why shouldn't I dare to accompany you? Come on!"

After saying that, Yunhua released the foul energy that he had been suppressing, and a monstrous black energy instantly burst out and rushed straight into the sky.

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external

"puff--"

Luo Ciying spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into spiritual light and fell on the ancient formation. She tried her best to maintain the ancient formation, but the breakthrough of the foul air still caused the sky to change color instantly.