Chapter 162 Yuan Ying out!

Jing Ping sprayed blood and flew upside down!

What kind of monk can have such an ability, a word, can become such a power!

Only the infancy period!

Thinking of this, Jing Ping immediately thought of a flash of lightning. This huge sword must be a magic weapon that a Yuanying monk had tried his best to refine, but he had not recognized the Lord, but only left a trace of brand.

And judging from the roar just now, the other party has been shocked by himself and will come soon!

"Forget it, I have got enough treasures and elixir. If it is endless plunder, I will definitely be caught by the other party. I am not the opponent of the other party at all now, and the treasure here is huge. The things contained in it must not be simple. I don't have the strength to inquire about it. I have to go first. By the way, let's see. Look where the sea is, and it's killed together!"

Thinking of this, Jing Ping did not miss so many treasures, but flew up directly to open the ground.

Then, he reached the center where he had just sneaked in.

There are corpses everywhere here, and there is blood and flesh everywhere. It is the magic repair that was just killed by Jing Ping.

Jing Ping didn't look around, but just looked at a distant sky.

There, the fierce fighting was going on, and countless roaring spells kept ringing, only dyeing the sky red.

The sound of fighting made the ground under Jing Ping's feet tremble.

The war is still going on, and a figure falls from the sky every moment, and all this can't attract Jing Ping's eyes at all.

"Where's the baby of Duobaolu? Where have you been!"

Jing Ping's spirit swept around. Finally, on the edge of the war, he saw the man with a strong smell like the sea.

Hai Kuanglan was dressed in a sea-blue Taoist suit, which was very chic and handsome. With just a slight flick of his fingers, countless magic bodies exploded. There was a smile on the corners of his mouth, which looked very warm, but Jing Ping saw the sinister poison in the smile.

"Hey hey, hypocrite." Jing Ping looked at this sea crazy and did not work hard. He only picked some soft persimmons. The powerful magic cultivation was handed over to Yi Shuihan of Daoxuanmen, and he couldn't help laughing.

Then his body shook, and a crackling sound came. Jing Ping's body was short, and then he rubbed his face with his hand, which instantly became another person's appearance.

This is also the martial arts he learned when he was in the mortal world.

At the same time, the breath on the body changed from the original natural peace to awe-inspiring. In this way, no one can recognize him.

"Duobaomen, I'll ask you to pay some interest first."

Jing Ping thought fiercely in his heart, and then he roared and rose to the sky. His strong murderous intention was unreserved. He punched the sea. Before the fist came out, there was an explosion between heaven and earth, which made the whole battlefield stagnant for a moment. Although the true power was far away, it moved like a shock and bombard the sea.

This is a punch made by Jing Ping with mortal martial arts. This martial arts is called "explosive fist"

When Jing Ping was in the world, it can be said that he had read all the martial arts. Martial arts had long been his instinct. Every move of his movements was a trick, and this punch was simple, practical, not so much attention to it. It was just a way to exert strength.

The simplest is the most powerful.

This punch is so powerful that it is like a god descending to the earth. It can be said that it contains all the true power of Jing Ping. It is not merciful at all, in order to kill the sea in one fell swoop.

He came to see if this elite disciple of Duobaomen could resist this punch freely.

If it is blocked, Jing Ping will not only not be disappointed, but will be happy, because the stronger the other party is, the more cheerful Jing Ping will be after killing the other party, and the greater the loss to Duobaomen will be.

As soon as this punch came out, it shocked the audience. Hai Kuanglan immediately felt the overwhelming murderous intention. Originally, he was still unrestrained. At the moment he felt the killing, he became panicked, like a frightened quail.

"Sure enough, the golden catkins are outside, and the catkins are inside." Jing Ping looked at the other party's appearance and thought about it in his heart.

He looked at the source of the killing and felt the power and faith contained in this punch. His eyes were full of questions and panic, as if asking Jing Ping who he was and why he wanted to kill him.

However, immediately, his frightened eyes began to disappear, but turned into a color of joy and awe. Facing Jing Ping's punch, he ignored it and knelt down.

He did not kneel on Jing Ping, and Jing Ping also knew it.

Because in Jing Ping's sight, a figure appeared beside Hai Kuanglan.

There is no earth-shaking momentum, no domineering roar.

There is only one middle-aged man in a dark yellow coat.

This middle-aged man floated in the air like this, with his back to Jing Ping's fist.

Jing Ping's face has not changed, and even his heartbeat is extremely normal. Because he is determined, his fist will not stop because of anyone. Only if he wants to stop will he stop.

The unstoppable fist only reveals one meaning, that is, kill!

"Kneel down."

Just as Jing Ping's punch was about to hit the sea, two faint words appeared.

A few subtle cracks appeared.

Jing Ping's body began to appear countless blood, and this must-kill punch was also forced to stop.

He can't move. This is the bondage of the rules of heaven and earth to him.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged man in the mysterious yellow clothes did not even move.

"See you, elder!" At this time, Hai Manglan finally put down his heart and kowtowed respectfully to the Xuanhuang man.

This mysterious figure is actually the elder of Duobaomen!

"Dao Xuanmen is easy to water cold, see the elders of Duobaomen." Yi Shuihan was killing the enemy, but it did not hinder his spiritual induction. When he saw this Xuanhuang again, he also said respectfully, but he did not kneel down, but just bent down with his fists.

"Exit's free." The figure said faintly, and then waved the sleeve of the robe, and countless golden lights began to appear, but in the blink of an eye, countless magic practitioners disappeared.

There was not even a struggle cry, so it turned into nothingness.

This is the means of the infancy monks!

Yi Shuihan saw it and bent down lower.

Jing Ping still couldn't move, so he maintained the strange posture of punching.

"Is it you who just entered the ground and stole my treasure house to seize the treasure door and still want to collect my magic sword?" Xuanhuang Renying looked at Jing Ping and asked, "What kind of school are you?"

"Yes, it's me, but if it's the treasure house of your Duobaomen, why is there a demon monk guarding it?" Although Jing Ping couldn't move all over, he thought, "As for what kind of faction I am, you don't seem to be able to ask."

Jing Ping now understands his situation very well, so he doesn't resist, but just changes the topic.

"What a bold! How dare you be so disrespectful to the elder of Duobaomen!" Hai Kuanglan trembled at this time and immediately shouted.

"Hmm, waste-like things, if you hadn't been protected by someone, how would you be arrogant now!" Jing Pingping was expressionless, staring at Hai Kuanglan and said.

"You!" As soon as Hai Kuanglan wanted to say something, he was immediately shocked by the murderous intention in Jing Ping's eyes and did not dare to say more.

"Why do you want to kill my elite disciples of Duobaomen?" Xuanhuang Renying asked.

"If you want to kill, you can kill. Is there any reason?" Jing Ping made a strong voice in his mouth, "Brothers of Dao Xuanzong, this treasure of magic cultivation is really rich. I only took a little bit of the elixir and magic weapon. Why don't you go and get it?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of countless disciples of Daoxuanmen began to shine.

Even Yi Shuihan's eyes flashed a trace of surprise.

He was not surprised by the treasure, but by Jing Ping. This was the ancestor in the immortal world and a mighty monk in the Yuanying period, but Jing Ping was not afraid at all. Not only was he not arrogant or humble, but he was quite tricky when talking, which not only aroused the greed of his own people, but also raised questions about the correct name of Duobaomen. .

In fact, Duobaomen is nominally a decent sect, but there are no dirty things that are secretly done, but Duobaomen is so powerful that no one dares to mention them.

"Looking for death!" Xuanhuang Ying finally became angry. As the words fell to the ground, he pinched his palm and saw that he was going to squeeze Jingping to death with the rules of heaven and earth.

"I think you are looking for death!" Jing Ping also roared, and suddenly had a spiritual knife in his hand, and immediately hit the mysterious yellow figure.