Chapter 48 The Dust is settled

Sure enough, the subsequent picture was as Jing Ping expected. Half of the centipede began to drift into the world and kept devouring mortals. After a long time, it finally cultivated the lower half of its body. At the same time, it sucked a woman's skin and put it on itself. Then he began to collect his mortal subordinates and created the Blood Gate. In the final picture, it was the scene where Jing Ping was asleep just now.

By the time of this scene, Jing Ping had completely woken up.

As soon as Jing Ping woke up, he felt a burst of fatigue rushing up straight up. His whole body was sore and weak. He moved slightly, and the wound on his thigh was a sharp pain.

He slowly sat up and looked around. He saw that the blood pests around him were still wrapped around him. Seeing this scene, Jing Ping was not angry.

The only spiritual power, I found that the sealed spiritual power was a little loose. I was working hard. In an instant, it seemed that something in my body had been broken. "Boom!" The strong spiritual power surged up again.

Jing Ping felt the abundant spiritual power in his body, and finally put down his fearful heart. With spiritual power, he had absolute power and could protect himself.

He touched his body back and forth, and suddenly, a glimmer of light on his chest attracted him.

He hurriedly untied the clothes on his chest, and a wooden card engraved with the word Jing Ping was shining.

This light, which appeared when Jing Ping's consciousness was in the dark fight, can be said to have saved him.

He pinched the wooden card on his chest with both hands. It was not until the light of the wooden card gradually disappeared that he put down the wooden card, and there was a huge doubt in his heart.

The wooden card has been brought on me since I was a child. According to the analysis, it must have been given to me by my biological parents. This wooden card saved me more than once or twice. What is the function of this wooden card? And the old man in the picture just now said that he would meet again in the future. What does this mean?

He thought for a while, but he didn't think of a reason. Then he looked at the blood worms wrapped around him. Jing Ping's eyes were angry. With one move of his left hand, a flame began to spread from his hand. The fireball was getting bigger and bigger and stronger. When it condensed to a certain level, Jing Ping's hand loosened, and the whole fireball expanded in an instant. The whole area, including Jing Ping himself, was wrapped in a fireball.

Pinch it slightly with one hand, "Bum!" With a sound, all the living things in the whole area except Jing Ping were burned to ashes.

After everything turned into black and gray, Jing Ping finally came out of this danger.

"Wow~" Jing Ping breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up and looked around again.

"It's much quieter." Jing Ping stood up and said to himself.

I glanced at the crowd outside the venue again, and saw that there was no disciple of the bloody sect around, leaving only the disciples of Zhenwumen, and the eyes of these disciples looking at themselves were full of fear and shock.

You should know that whether it is the first 18th layer of internal strength, and then using the fairy art to be called the immortal master, or to kill all the doorkeeper and bloodthirsty insects in a moment, these actions show that Jing Ping is not only a real immortal, but also a calm and ruthless cruel man.

Therefore, wherever his eyes went, everyone bowed their heads and avoided it, and no one dared to look at him. At this time, Jing Ping's majesty was really deeply rooted in people's hearts.

And Yan Ming was shocked and happy at this time. He didn't expect that the crisis of Zhenwumen would be so simply relieved, and he also destroyed Xue Kuang, a fierce character, which made him a little afraid in addition to ecstasy.

He understood very clearly that since the other party could destroy Xue Kuang and used a hand of fairy art, it proved that he could also destroy the real martial arts. All he needed was the other party's fairy skills, and the whole real martial arts would be finished immediately.

Master Yan thought of this, and his already fear increased a little, and he couldn't help looking at Jing Ping's place.

Jing Ping looked at the other party looking at him, immediately waved his hand, and said, "I'll go back to the hospital to retreat first. During the retreat, I don't see outsiders."

After saying a sentence, Jing Ping took a look at everyone, made a gesture to Sun Hu, and then stepped directly and disappeared in front of the disciples of Zhenwumen.

Master Yan looked at Jing Ping and left without saying a word. He smiled bitterly with an extremely complicated expression and looked at everyone.

When he looked at everyone, his eyes were attracted by a slightly fat body.

Yan Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a trace of ecstasy in his eyes, but then he disappeared, and he looked at Sun Hu as if he was thinking.

At this moment, Sun Hu, who became extremely excited because his good friend Jing Ping suddenly became a fairy, was saying something related to Hong Shan. He didn't know that Master Yan actually hit the idea on him.

In this way, the biggest crisis of Zhenwumen was easily solved by Jing Ping, and the Blood Shamen was completely destroyed. As for the open and secret industries of the Blood Shamen, they were also received by the disciples sent by Zhenwumen, and the prestige of Zhenwumen has been completely resounding in the Qingzhou boundary.

In the next few years, Zhenwumen has won a large number of talents and disciples and entered the peak of rapid development.

And this war between Zhenwumen and Blood Warrior has become a legend with a battle between immortals and demons in the land of Qingzhou, and the more evil it is, and some people even write about it. The storytellers and singers have all started this bridge one after another, which actually makes this war spread forever.

At this time, Jing Ping was in his yard. He held up a teapot made of mud in his hand. There was a fragrance in it. He sat slanted on the Taishi chair like this, holding a mud pot in his hand, and poured a sip into his mouth from time to time. Every time he took a sip, he squinted slightly. Obviously, he enjoyed this feeling. Jue.

Now, it has been eight days since the battle of Zhenwumen.

That night, after Jing Ping said something, he directly operated his spiritual power and returned to his yard. As soon as he returned to the yard, he immediately hung up a sign that no one saw, blocking the senior officials who wanted to talk to him immediately.

In the past, Jing Ping's regulations would have been observed, but while complying with them, they couldn't help slandering. If a high-level official fell ill and had to let Jing Ping see it, Jing Ping would have to go.

But what is the concept now? It depends on Jing Ping's performance in the door war, 18 layers of internal strength, superb medical skills, and magic! All this made these high-level officials shut up, and even they didn't dare to be disrespectful at all, for fear of being known by Jing Ping, the immortal, and then punished themselves.

If Jing Ping knows what they think, I'm afraid he will laugh. No matter how powerful the immortal is, he can't read what's thinking in people's hearts. Even if it's true, it's not something that Jing Ping can achieve.

In the following days, Jing Ping began to rest and recuperate. First, he recovered his physical strength, followed by internal strength and spiritual power. At the same time, he kept trying to break through the bottleneck of the innate realm.

Because he knows that the inner strength of the cultivation period is really only the realm of mortals. Even if he has spiritual help, he is not a real immortal cultivation person. It can only be said to be half. In the face of a real immortal cultivation person, I'm afraid that he doesn't even have the opportunity to react at all. He can only be slaughtered by others like the fish on the cushion board.

In this way, Jing Ping began to keep trying to break through. This kind of hard breakthrough lasted for several days. It was not until he really thought it was not the time that he slowly relaxed and waited for the opportunity to break through.

As for those doubts, Jing Ping has never figured it out, but at least Jing Ping can understand one thing, that is, the wooden card on his neck will completely reveal the secret of the wooden card when he breaks through the congenital period, and may even reveal the clues of who his biological parents are.

The bells in the yard moved slightly, and the corners of Jing Ping's mouth turned up, and a smile appeared.

A day after the matter passed, Sun Hu jumped over the wall and came to his yard that night. At that time, Jing Ping was very tired and had no time to pay attention to Sun Hu at all. Sun Hu saw the look on Jing Ping's face and was not disturbed immediately. It was not until today that he secretly jumped into the wall again.

"Well, I wanted you to rest for a few days." As soon as Sun Hu saw Jing Ping, he became a little constrained.

"Oi, what are you pretending? No matter how you look at it, you still look shameless. Don't pretend." As soon as Jing Ping saw Sun Hu's cheap look, he couldn't help laughing and said.