I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 366 Make a deal with the devil
Satan really wants to say: look at you.

However, when he saw that the Nether Flame he was familiar with was in the other party's hands, he decided not to speak.

And when the Netherfire turned into pure black in the opponent's hands, he decided not to think about it anymore.

"Mr. Yang, hello!"

Satan nodded very politely, then looked at Yang Qing with those blue eyes, matched his snow-white skin, and said with a smile: "You are so handsome!"

Yang Qing: "..."

Yang Qing drew out the Qinghen sword, stared at Satan, and sneered, "That's all you plan to do? Are you going to say something else?"

Looking at the oriental long sword exuding an aura that made his heart palpitate, Satan's heart trembled.

After coughing, he said, "I know you Eastern practitioners like crystals. I can give you many crystals, crystals of gods!"

God Crystal?

Yang Qing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

With the increase of cultivation base and realm, Yang Qing's current state of mind has also changed.

In the past, if someone dared to target him, he would kill him.Then he will kill the opponent without hesitation, destroying the opponent's body and soul.

But it is different now.

Now he thinks that before destroying the other party's soul and body, it is better to protect the other party's things.

He feels he has grown and matured.

Although sometimes seeing a pile of cow dung on the side of the road, there is still an urge to blow it up with firecrackers, but that is just an impulse.

For example, now, although he really wants to kill Satan.

But when he thought of Shenjing, he felt that it was not a bad thing to let Satan work a little longer.

"how much do you have?"

Yang Qing asked.

"a lot of!"

Satan said timidly.

He who masters the law of death, like Yang Qing, is also a master at perceiving the soul.

For a moment just now, Satan felt that what this guy seemed to be telling was not the truth.

He wants to kill me?
Startled, Satan took a step back calmly.

"I want you to promise me that after you get the god crystal, you can't kill me!" Satan licked his lips, looked directly at Yang Qing and said, "You have to swear with the oath of heaven!".

I know a lot about this stuff.

He even knows the oath of heaven.

Yang Qing rubbed her chin and stared at Satan.

In fact, to be honest, Yang Qing wasn't going to kill him either.And it may not be able to kill.

This is the trouble with the incense fire Shinto, when the Shinto practitioners abandon their bodies.They will become a complete body of faith.As long as they have a believer, they will not die.

As with God, so with Satan.

What's more, they are the same person.

It's just two different personalities.

Previously, the master personality of this body, as well as the God personality, were refined by Yang Qing.Only the Satanic personality survived.

So, though he knows, he and the God-personality are one and the same.However, it represents two completely different attitudes and consciousnesses.

"Of course!"

Yang Qing nodded readily.

It just occurred to him that Satan, like God, cannot be completely killed.

As long as the faith is there, they are immortal.

Even if it is killed now, it will soon be re-fused into a real body.

Only by killing all believers, eradicating religion, and eradicating the soil where religion was born, can he be killed.

……

In a very harmonious atmosphere, the two reached a series of mutually beneficial cooperation contents.

For example, Satan needs to give Yang Qing a fixed amount of divine crystals on a certain day of the month every year, and Yang Qing will thank him at that time.For example, on a certain day in a certain month, Satan will personally visit Yang Qing and send his heavy blessings. Yang Qing will meet him and express his gratitude to him.

Also, Satan will give Yang Qing the most beautiful female undead in his world, such as Monroe, Hepburn and other former Hollywood stars.Yang Qinghui expressed his gratitude for this and... refused.

Just kidding, I'm not an undead knight, what kind of female ghost do I want.

After talking.

Yang Qing put down his feet on the table, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then got up and stretched.

He looked at Satan in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were unclear, and suddenly said: "It's a pleasure working with you... By the way, are you still waiting for your law of time to work??"

When Satan heard the words, his face paled immediately.

Yang Qing chuckled, lit a cigarette, and exhaled lightly the green smoke.Looking at Satan, he said, "Do you know what the fastest sword in the world is?"

Satan's face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, he looked at Yang Qing, and shook his head slightly.

Yang Qing raised his hand, looked at the pure black crystal in his hand, took a breath, and wiped it with his cuff: "It's a sword that can block time!"

A cyan flying sword flew around Yang Qing and merged into Yang Qing's body.

At the same time, Satan felt that the field of time law secretly arranged by him during the negotiation had broken.

Also, Satan felt that the god crystal looked familiar.

Huh, that seems to belong to me.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he found that his chest had been pierced at some point.

And the heart has disappeared.

my heart!

Satan clutched his chest and knelt on the ground in pain.

Yang Qing didn't seem to see him, and still looked at the black peach-shaped crystal in his hand as if looking at an antique.While watching, he clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "Actually, I just found out that your heart is the Divine Crystal!"

Until Satan convulsed and fell to the ground, his body began to become transparent.

Yang Qingcai stretched out his fingers lightly, and pulled out the power of law from his nerves.Finally, stuff this black god crystal into Satan's body.

Then he pulled a white plastic chair and sat on the ground.While watching Satan's body start to become solid, he browsed the memory of the law that had just been pulled away.

"Time... the law of time acceleration!"

Yang Qing crossed her legs, holding the ball of light at this moment in her hand, sensing the pattern of laws inside it.

Time speeds up?
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Qing frowned: "Is this kind of spell useful? Do you want to die quickly?"

After thinking for a while with a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Qing's eyes suddenly brightened: "By the way, this kind of thing can also be used on plants. For example, put it in a certain rice field, in a certain closed area. Let time Accelerate, you can quickly mature the crops. Then produce more food, and there will be no famine in the world..."

"However, it seems a bit difficult!"

Yang Qing stroked her chin and sighed softly: "Let's leave this kind of thing to a professional!"

At this time, Satan's body was no longer the transparent color that was about to collapse just now, but returned to its original state.

　When it was almost noon, I saw a piece of news.

　　It is said that Mr. Yuan Longping passed away.

　　At the beginning, I was a little unbelievable.But as more and more news came out, it became known that this was true.

　　Many people know Yuan Lao is the father of hybrid rice, but many people don't understand the meaning of this title.

　　Cake was born in [-] and a northerner.

　　I remember when I was six or seven years old, my family didn't have much money, and I seldom ate white noodles. I was just hungry anyway.Later, the frequency of eating rice at home increased.It is white and glutinous, fragrant and sweet.

　　The number of times I was hungry was less, and people began to grow.

　　Later, when I went to school, there was a text in the book, which was specifically about Yuan Longping and his hybrid rice.

　　From then on, I remembered that there was such a person.

　　Later, when I heard my parents talk about the period of starvation and famine in the middle of the last century, I was more and more impressed by the power and greatness of Mr. Yuan and his technical team.

　　Later, life was rich and food was no longer a problem.

　　And the news of wasting food on the Internet is not uncommon, and the mood will be complicated.

　　I always feel that there will be a feeling that an old man painstakingly made a delicious bun for the children, but in the end he was fed to the dog by the child who didn't know how to cherish it.

　　Now that the great man has passed away, I will cherish his memory!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)