Chapter 781 White City

In an instant, these killing monks, who were equivalent to the immortal rank, began to understand the seriousness of the matter. In addition to being shocked, they also quietly withdrew their spiritual thoughts. At the same time, their figures retreated and completely stayed away from Jing Ping's figure.

How can these beings be contacted by the arrogant leaders who can call them "fierce gods and evil spirits"?

Walking all the way, Jing Ping looked around and looked at the things that these killing monks were trading. There were few magic weapons. Almost all of them were the most popular self-law. Even some powerful elixirs could not be compared with the value of self-law.

Of course, there is also the blood of the world one by one. The vitality of the world is being bought and sold in public, which looks normal, but in Jing Ping's eyes, the bodies of these killings are all shrouded in endless screaming ghosts. The scenes of countless sentient beings being killed are all killing gods one by one, and none of them are clean. .

Even on the ground, there are pictures of infinite frightening, struggling and screaming of all sentient beings. Even the hell in the ghost world cannot be compared with the miserable scene here.

This is a cruel city. Everything here is stained with the blood of the innocent and the weak. Every building is built with the white bones of the innocent. Even the mana of these existence works has a deep blood color.

Jing Ping's eyes gradually became cold, and finally said to himself, "All the living things here deserve to die!" All the buildings here should be burned!"

Boom!

At the moment when Jing Ping's words fell to the ground, a loud noise suddenly sounded beside him, and then twelve murderous and deep figures stood around Jing Ping. There was a huge sea of blood, and the endless screams resounded all over the scene for a while, and the blood was overflowing!

These twelve existences are all killing monks at the peak of the golden immortals. One by one, their magic power is boundless and immortal. Their will, ability and self-law are even more powerful and indescribable in words. Each of them has almost the general strength to the real immortal beast emperor, and even has to surpass them.

But at this moment, the eyes of these twelve masters all stared at Jing Ping closely. There was no trace of contempt for the enemy, let alone a trace of care. Some were just solemnity, completely solemnity!

A series of major events made by Jing Ping have long spread all over the world, especially in the holy land of light. The scene of Jing Ping's erasing the Thor clan simply shocked the hearts of all powerful beings. Almost every supreme world has made Jing Ping the most unattractable enemy.

"Elder Jing is really interested. I don't know what to do in my killing world?" Suddenly, one of the twelve monks, wearing a blood robe and holding a long knife made of countless human bones in his hand, began to speak.

This long knife, there was a wail of infinite sentient beings in Jing Ping's eyes. It was a painful cry of being extracted bones. Tears and helplessness had almost turned into an ocean, surging into Jing Ping's mind.

"Give me your knife." Jing Ping did not directly answer the words of the existence, but wanted the existence to reach out for the knife made of the bone.

"This..." Jing Ping's words, all the existence was stunned. Even the existence of that speech did not know what to say. After a long time, he reluctantly smiled, "Senior Jing, why don't you laugh? This fierce bone knife is my magic weapon. How can it be given to the senior?"

Stab!

A sound like a piece of cloth tearing suddenly began to remember, and then Jing Ping had an extra arm in his hand, and the bone knife in his arm had been taken in Jing Ping's hand.

All the existence had not reacted what was going on, but then a shocking howl began to sound. The speaking existence, the whole arm was torn off, and even the side was torn open a shocking wound. At the same time, a pure white flame burned in the wound, making This existence screamed and rolled on the ground.

Just now, it was extremely powerful, which is equivalent to the killing monk at the peak of the golden fairy. At this moment, it has become this end, and it is almost to the point where no one can react.

"You are so bold! How dare you come to my killing city and kill in front of us? Do you really think you are invincible!" A roar suddenly sounded, and then a flashing bloody palm suddenly bombarded his back. The huge force almost caused the shaking of the whole huge city, but it did not make Jing Ping's body tremble.

Wh!

With a wave of the backhand, the bone knife drew a knife light enough to split the world, which divided the existence of the shot into two. At the same time, a white flame began to burn, and the screams completely resounded throughout the city!

Countless beings began to be shocked, and countless killing monks were stunned. Who would have thought that someone would dare to kill in the killing city? And it is still a powerful existence equivalent to the peak of the golden immortal!

Unfortunately, Jing Ping did not give them time to be in a daze at all. The knife of the white bone kept waving in his hand. Each time was extremely easy, producing a clean and neat beauty, but each time it burst out like a moonlight knife light, which was extremely beautiful, but caused the extinction of countless killings.

There is no existence that can resist, and there is no existence that can resist. Just in a short time, the whole killing city was filled with white flames. The sad screams almost tore all the rules of the killing world. On that day, the ground began to crack one after another, and the sound of tearing became more and more screaming together. It shocked the whole killing world.

Jing Ping's figure floated in the center of the whole killing city. He looked at the killings that kept struggling and rolling back and forth on the ground. His ears were full of their screams, but his face did not have a trace of sympathy or a trace of pleasure. Some were just calm.

Although the heaven and earth were collapsing, and the city was full of screams, in Jing Ping's eyes, he saw that the pain of all sentient beings began to disappear, and the wailing of all sentient beings began to dissipate, and all of them turned into white light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The scream is still in my ears, calming my heart.

The demise of killing monks is the peace and liberation of all sentient beings.

"This world full of killing is indeed going to be washed away." Jing Ping said faintly, and then his body shook, and a white light appeared from his body, and in an instant, it ran through the world. White flames began to fall from the sky, like rain.

Use flames to wash away all filth and sin.

The burning continues, and the screams begin to gradually stop. The whole huge killing city has been filled with white flames. This flame is the fire of heaven, the fire of all sentient beings. Once burned, it can't stop. It can't be burned directly, and it will automatically disappear.

Seeing this killing city that had turned into a white light, Jing Ping smiled, and then coldly looked coldly at the highest place of the killing city, in the countless spaces.

At the same time, there were more than 300 killings in the highest place in the killing city, and all of them began to tremble.

What Jing Ping did below, these existences were all clear. Originally, he wanted to make a position and sent twelve golden immortals, but he didn't expect it to be so unbearable. Not only was he killed by Jing Ping a few times, but also the whole magic city began to burn.

This is humiliation, but no existence feels humiliation. They only have fear.

In the face of Jing Ping's cruel means and powerful power, who can not be afraid?

Unfortunately, just as they were afraid, Jing Ping's figure had already appeared in the space they were in.

At this time, the killing monks above the more than 300 golden immortals became more afraid, and the huge throne under their bodies began to tremble.

What's more, the throne began to crack.

I can't sit still, which directly reflects the real instinct of this group of killing monks.

"It's really a group of big losers who bully the weak and fear the hard. You are also worthy to claim to be killing monks?"