When Lin Tian speculated whether Ping Po would be in the realm of He Dan, Ping Po's words made him feel relieved.

"You should be at the third level of innate realm now, facing the stage of promotion to foundation building.

At your age, cultivating to this level is not easy.

I'm afraid Lin Jiu did something before he died, and he always hides it deeply."

Ping Po's guess is not unreasonable. The changes in Lin Tian over the past year may have something to do with her great-grandpa.

However, Pingpo only guessed that he was at the third level of innate realm, which meant that she could not be at the Hedan realm.

At the Hedan realm, one should be able to see the magic circle that Xiao Qi gave him to cover up his cultivation realm.

Lin Tian ignored the mistake and nodded.

"My aunt is right, it's almost like this."

Grandma Ping was very fond of the word "aunt".

"The reason why I keep you here is that in addition to chatting with you, I also want to talk to you about what happened to your sister.

There were so many people just now, so I can’t tell you the truth."

Lin Tian could use the torture gourd to get rid of the eight evil spirits who were dancing on Lin Xiaoguo, but he didn't want to reveal his trump card in front of Ping Po. He also wanted to observe more from Ping Po.

Grandma Ping is of the same generation as Grandpa Zeng, so she can't possibly have that much ability.

"Auntie, I saw eight little ghosts jumping on my sister's body.

Although I can open my eyes, I can't catch ghosts.

I’m sorry to trouble you about catching ghosts.”

Pingpo said calmly: "Since I agreed to help, I naturally had to do the rest.

However, I have always advocated not taking action if we can make peace. Since you have opened your eyes, communicate with these brats first.

Let them be captured, if they anger me, their fate will not be so good."

Lin Tian suddenly realized.

"What you said just now is that you can't help it. It's not true. You just want to find a chance to talk to me, right? In other words, you want to see if my heavenly eye is open."

Ping Po glanced at him.

"You're smart."

"Then why don't you do it yourself?"

Ping Po was impatient.

"Do you think everyone can open their eyes? If I could open my eyes, why would I be talking nonsense to you?"

"Okay, I'll go."

Lin Tian accepted his fate, it was for the sake of his sister anyway.

He opened his eyes, looked at the eight evil ghosts occupying every corner of Lin Xiaoguo's body, and said politely: "What do you want, get out of my sister's body quickly."

The eight ghosts with vague faces pointed at Lin Tian and laughed "haha".

"What a joke! He actually said that we should let his sister go. We have been waiting for so many years and finally let us wait for a suitable substitute.

In this situation, if it were you, would you be willing to give up?"

Lin Tian was unmoved and continued to persuade.

"Except for my sister's body, if you have any conditions, please mention them and I will try my best to help you if I can."

Those evil spirits don't care about Lin Tian at all.

"Boy, for us, survival is our biggest wish, just survive."

"That's funny. How could you find someone more unlucky than your sister to be our substitute?"

"I have never seen anyone with such a low fortune. After many years, I finally met one."

"Boy, please stop being so nagging. We just won't leave. Do whatever you like."

Listening to what these evil spirits were talking about, Lin Tian knew that the negotiation had collapsed.

He said to Ping Po: "They don't want to."

Ping Po looked like she had known it for a long time.

"I knew the little devils were difficult to deal with, so let me give them away."

Lin Tian's face twitched. If he had known this result, would he have been asked to communicate with the evil ghost?

She paused her crutches and began to recite a spell.

Those incantations sounded much more powerful than the incantations recited in front of their family before, but Lin Tian still couldn't understand what she was saying.

Following her spell, a breath similar to spiritual power flew to the eight evil ghosts and bound them.

These evil spirits struggled desperately and looked hideous.

"Damn old woman! Let us go quickly!"

"You old fool, you will be dead when I break free."

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense to her and run away!"

Faced with the kid's curses, Ping Po turned a deaf ear, and Lin Tian didn't know if she heard it.

I saw Pingpo calmly take out a blank piece of talisman paper.

She bit her finger and used the blood to write and draw on the blank talisman paper.

Lin Tian couldn't understand what she wrote, it was too sloppy. What he focused on was that she used blood to draw the symbols, which made him feel the same pain on his hand.

Originally, he found it very annoying to shed blood to recognize the Lord. He had to bleed every time before he could recognize the Lord.

Seeing this, he admired Ping Po.

When he opened his heavenly eye, he saw that Po Ping had drawn the talisman paper and pasted it on Lin Xiaoguo's forehead.

Those eight ghosts never stopped cursing and struggling. Those violent words made Lin Tian upset and for a time he wanted to turn off his heavenly eye.

Pingpo picked up her gray and black crutch and drew a Bagua circle on the floor.

The magic circle echoed the talisman on Lin Xiaoguo's forehead, and began to flicker with a dark yellow light on the floor.

When the eight evil ghosts saw the magic circle, they became panicked and lost their arrogance.

"No, this is the direct line to hell, leading to the eighteenth level of hell."

"For people like us, when we go to the eighteenth level of hell, we don't know which level we have to go to, and we don't know how many millions of years we have to endure before we have a chance to be human again."

"Whether you can survive it or not is still a question. How many ghosts have lost their souls in the eighteenth level of hell? Is this still rare?"

"Damn it! How could this old woman know this hell-through formation?"

Pingpo suddenly replied arrogantly.

"Nonsense, old lady, I have lived longer than you have been a ghost. I don't understand this, but you still understand it better than me?"

It turns out that Ping Po can hear these ghost words.

Lin Tian smiled knowingly when he thought of her mentioning the issue of age.

If Ping Po is Grandpa Zeng's junior sister, it means that she is about the same age as Grandpa Zeng.

I heard that Grandpa Zeng was born when he was very old. Calculating his age, Grandma Ping should be over a hundred years old.

She can live over a hundred years. I'm afraid she has reached the realm of foundation building. Lin Tian can't see through Pingpo's realm of cultivation and thinks she is just an ordinary person.

I asked Xiaoqi, and Xiaoqi said she didn’t know.

Maybe, just like him, she used something to block the aura of cultivation on her body.

After the Hell Direct Formation was activated, following Ping Po's command, the eight evil ghosts seemed to be attracted by a strong gust of wind.

Those evil ghosts clung to Lin Xiaoguo's body, but the magic circle was too powerful. They could no longer hold Lin Xiaoguo's body, and they all left Lin Xiaoguo's body and flew straight to hell.

Go up in formation.

The sounds of ghosts roaring and screaming were like the sounds of slaughtering pigs, accompanied by the most vicious curses, which made Lin Tian's eardrums sting a little.
Chapter completed!