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Jing Ping's consciousness unfolded, and everything in the magma appeared in his mind, which was extremely clear.

Suddenly, a sword-shaped flame appeared in his consciousness.

This sword is green, and Jing Ping can clearly feel the heat contained in the fire sword.

Without any hesitation, Jing Ping flashed and went straight to the fire sword. As soon as the real power came out, he formed the shape of a palm and grabbed it towards the fire sword.

One twist, one turn.

Rumble!

A gap appeared in the magma, and countless magma began to pour in.

Jing Ping followed the flow of magma into this gap.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Just as Jing Ping entered the gap, there were countless roars around him. His senses swept again and found that the magma pouring into it was condensed together and slowly changed into a human shape.

Yan Mo!

Jing Ping suddenly thought of the forced message. This is the natural guardian of their treasure, the creature formed by magma.

These demons were red and wrapped in flames. They saw Jing Ping standing here and began to attack without saying a word.

However, Jing Ping is the illusion of the Great Thousand Holy Body. The existence of nothingness, and the attack of the fire demon can't reach Jingping at all.

Looking at the flame and magic contained in the fire demon attack and ignited the air, Jing Ping was surprised: "The creatures in this magma are really powerful. This attack is comparable to the full blow of the foundation monks. It is also the magic of my magic. If other foundation monks are changed, I'm afraid they have been burned at this time. There is no scum left!"

Yan Mo was still attacking Jing Ping crazily, and Jing Ping was unharmed and ignored. He stepped forward directly and came to a bloody gate.

The fire demon behind him is blocked by a layer of magic gas. It seems that this formation only intercepts the substance, not the existence of the nothingness.

There is a big word written on this bloody gate, "Kill!"

A gloomy breath came from this word. Countless creatures were wailing, countless evil spirits were laughing, and tragic scenes began to appear in Jing Ping's eyes.

Jing Ping came to a world.

This is a dark world, no moon, no starlight, nothing.

"Why did you kill me!" Suddenly, a word suddenly resounded in Jing Ping's ear. Jing Ping suddenly turned around and found a man full of blood appearing in front of him!

"Who are you?" Jing Ping asked with his mouth open.

"Why did you kill me! Why did you kill me!" The blood-filled figure did not answer Jing Ping's question, but kept saying this sentence, and his voice was getting louder and louder, as if there was some extreme resentment.

Jing Ping looked at the other party carefully and found that the other party's face was full of blood, but there was a sense of familiarity in his eyebrows.

"Zhang Heng!" Jing Ping suddenly reacted, but at the moment he reacted, the people who had been killed by him seemed to appear beside him. The innate strongmen of the eight families, immortals, the stewel of Duobao Tower, Huang Zhener, the right protector of Zhenwumen, Wei Tianya, and so on. All of them began to appear.

With the appearance of these figures, they also asked Jing Ping one after another.

Among them, Zhang Heng scolded, "You scum of the master!" I am your master! You are the one I led into the Zhenwumen! You give me back my life! Give me back my life!"

Then these people also shouted one after another: "You give me back!"

The endless sound is like a tide, louder and louder, as if Jing Ping is really a big villain.

"Hey hey." Jing Ping looked at these familiar faces, suddenly smiled twice, and then said, "You bastards, I can kill them if I want. What can you do?"

"You devil! You scum! You bastard who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors!" Zhang Heng cursed viciously.

"You bastard, you are bound to die!"

"You must be dismembered by five horses!"

Countless vicious curses began to rush to Jing Ping's ears.

However, Jing Ping turned a deaf ear to these vicious voices and suddenly said to himself, "This illusion is good. Just one word can have the power of illusion. It's very good."

"But I've had enough. Open it for me!" When the words fell to the ground, Jing Ping didn't care about these figures and suddenly burst out with his fists.

Kerala!

It's like broken glass, and the whole dark space was directly beaten into nothingness by Jing Ping's fists.

Everything has returned to reality.

Jing Ping is still standing in front of this bloody gate. Nothing has changed.

"Get out!" Suddenly, he punched out, and Jing Ping did not hide his body. He suddenly flashed and directly smashed the bloody door, and a road appeared in front of him.

He has decided what to sneak in and avoid trouble. It's better to break in. He wants to see who can stop him.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Just as the gate was smashed, countless roars sounded, and eight demons attacked Jing Ping.

However, Jing Ping didn't look at it. He continued to walk with his feet. At the same time, he waved his palm at will. These fire demons immediately turned into a pool of magma, and then countless magic spirits condensed into various weapons and shot at Jing Ping together. These magic spirits were deep, and after condensed into weapons, they were even more murderous. At first glance, they were dedicated to killing immortals.

Jing Ping still ignored it and just raised his feet and walked forward. Zhenli kept rippling around him. Before these magic weapons approached Jingping, they were turned into nothing by his Zhenli.

At the same time, countless ghost fires began to pounce on Jing Ping, but they were all turned into nothingness by his true power.

Countless spells attacked Jing Ping like a flood, but Jing Ping ignored them at all. As soon as these spells arrived around Jing Ping, they disappeared.

Next, Jing Ping encountered countless illusions. Some illusions were transformed into Sun Hu, Zhu Shiming and others, and even the members of their Daqianhui. In the end, they turned into Wang Wu's family. However, Jing Ping did not hesitate to break these illusions, and at the same time, he began to have some doubts in his heart.

With the level of those magic monks outside, it is impossible to arrange such a fantasy, so who arranged it?

Then he encountered countless spell attacks. Occasionally, there are some dense poisonous insects and fire demons in front of him, but Jing Ping does not stop. When he encounters any obstacles, he simply punches and slaps.

In one sentence, that is, the one who blocks me dies.

Finally, Jing Ping kept bombarding all the way, walking along Lingjue, and finally came to a door made of bones.

Jing Ping still hit it with one palm, but the bone door immediately absorbed Jing Ping's true power, like a mud cow entering the sea, without any movement.

"Hmm?" Jing Ping frowned and then hit his palms. The real power increased a lot, but the bone door had not moved yet.

"The Great World!"

Jing Ping suddenly roared, and his palms protruded. He only heard a loud "rumbling" sound. The bone door finally had a movement and began to crack.

Seeing this situation, Jing Ping was a little surprised. He did not show any mercy in this palm, which was almost equivalent to the blow of the Jindan monk, but in this way, it only cracked a gap.

Then there was a trace of joy in Jing Ping's eyes.

The one blow of the Jindan monk can open a gap. It can be seen that there must be many treasures hidden in it!

Thinking of this, Jing Ping did not stop. He saw a flash of inspiration in his hand and a spiritual knife appeared.

"Break it for me!"

With a big shout, Jing Ping's true power surged wildly and hit the bone door with a knife.

This time, the gap between the bone door finally became bigger and bigger, and then there were a few "kaka", and the whole bone door was cut into a big hole by Jing Ping's knife.

Jing Ping did not stop, and his figure rushed through the hole.

Spiritual liquid, endless spiritual liquid.

A drop of spiritual liquid can only be formed with a thousand spiritual stones. It is the purest and most precious, and here, it is like the ocean.

Jing Ping's consciousness swept away, but he couldn't estimate how much.

"Hahahaha! So much spiritual liquid! Sent! Brother, I'll let you eat enough today!" Jing Ping laughed, and the spiritual knife automatically flew out of his hand and plunged into the sea of spiritual liquid and absorbed it crazily.

Seeing this, Jing Ping did not stop. He suddenly jumped into the ocean of spiritual liquid, ran a thousand decisions, and began to absorb the spiritual liquid crazily.