Chapter 177 Wan Skull Hall

But when Jing Ping saw the overwhelming poisonous net attacking him, he didn't even pay attention to it and slapped it casually. Then the huge colorful spider exploded into pieces. The white ** splashed everywhere and sprinkled on other monsters, and there was a burst of smoke.

Wh! A projectile that exudes evil spirit and demonic spirit flew out. This is the demon core of the monster in the foundation period.

Jing Ping grabbed it in his hand, and then waved his palm again, and countless tangible and invisible monsters exploded into nothingness.

He kept walking, his figure was like electricity, and he didn't know how many channels he had opened and directly moved towards the goal in his consciousness. Countless monsters along the way became more and more dense, and there were many "people" among them

These "people" have godless eyes, exuding the breath of killing everything all over their bodies, and the realms are not low, and the lowest ones also have the cultivation of building the initial realm of the foundation. The mana is huge and kills everything.

Jing Ping knows that these are no longer human beings, but walking dead who have lost all emotions, only instinctive killing.

So he did not show mercy at all. Everything that was in the way turned into rotten meat.

Just as Jing Ping was on his way, suddenly, a powerful momentum also locked him.

Almost at the moment when Jing Ping felt something, the blood flashed and a figure suddenly shot out of these monsters. The breath of the figure was strong, almost at the peak of building a foundation. One move to Jing Ping was also mixed with a roar, and its attack was very primitive and simple, that is, pure "bite"

These irrational monsters are generally the best treasures of demon monks. They can inject their own soul will into them to completely turn this monster into their own subordinates, and if they are willing to spend blood and cultivate them well, these monsters will even evolve into "spiritual demons!" At that time, it not only has the attack ability of physics and soul, but also can make the demon monk resist the heart demon and absorb the heart demon when crossing the disaster!

Of course, these things seem to be very simple, but it is too difficult to cultivate a spirit demon. It not only requires a large number of natural materials and earth treasures, human flesh and soul, but also other spirits and demons to feed. Once practiced, there will inevitably be heavenly anger. Whether you can carry it or not.

At the peak of this monster's foundation, the mouth is as big as a cave, but in an instant, this big mouth covers Jing Pingping and many monsters. Two rows of cold lights flash, the teeth full of rotten smell and magic touch any monster, which monster screams and turns into acid water, which is extremely powerful, and Without stopping, he is about to reach Jing Ping's body.

When Jing Ping saw this, he supported the rotten big mouth with his palms. As soon as his body rose, he immediately broke the big mouth of the monster. There was a sound of skin and flesh tearing, and the whole head of the monster turned into two halves.

Then a magic core full of magic was caught by Jing Ping.

This magic core is the size of a fist, and the murderous intention in it is soaring to the sky. If it is taken by the magic monk, it will definitely be regarded as the treasure, refining the magic qi, cultivating itself, and omnipotent.

If the fairy monk takes it, he will try to resolve the killing intention inside and turn the killing intention into goodwill. It is infinite merit, and it can also be refined into itself, increase mana, portray the array, or use it as a weapon. If one is wrong, it will be thrown out immediately, which is equivalent to the self-explosive power of a foundation-building monk, which is precious. It is also the favorite treasure of countless immortal monks.

"Good baby, good baby, these things are all great merits. When I kill these monsters, take them out and refine them, the merit will naturally come to me. At that time, I will give them Wu Chong, which can not only increase their mana, but also have some means of self- protection. You can also escape in the face of some characters who are too high.

Thinking of this, Jing Ping's palms kept beating randomly, only hitting countless humanoid monsters around him with an explosive body and dropping countless magic cores.

Jingping's robe sleeves were cleaned with a roll, and then regardless of other low-level monsters, his figure exploded and moved towards the target.

I don't know how many channels have been broken, and the humanoid monsters have gradually become rare. Except for these murderous magic cores, there are no good treasures.

There are only some incomplete magic weapons, or masterless magic weapons, knives, guns, swords, halberd, axes, hooks and forks, but they are only ordinary. In line with the idea of more and more members of Daqianhui, Jing Ping did not miss it, and all the remaining ones were installed clean.

Jing Ping kept moving forward. He didn't know how many monsters he had killed along the way, but he didn't mean to be tired at all. His true strength was extremely powerful. Every breath, he would absorb a lot of aura of heaven and earth, and his thousands of things were running all the time. These monsters could not waste his strength at all.

Finally, Jing Ping's figure is getting closer and closer to the target. The real baby is not far ahead!

"Kill!"

A roar suddenly came, and a figure in a black robe and full of skeletons suddenly attacked Jing Ping.

"Magic Xiu!"

Jing Ping's murderous intention was awe-inspiring. He didn't even look at it. He slapped the magic Xiu and flew backwards. On the way back, Jing Ping's figure appeared above the magic Xiu's body again.

As soon as he stepped on one foot, the magic Xiu's head suddenly hit the ground heavily.

"Dare to sneak up on me and say, which sect are you from?" Jing Ping asked.

"This is the holy place of our Demon Sect! Let me go quickly, so that you can spare your life! Otherwise, I will immediately send a signal to summon the same door to kill you!" This demon Xiu's face was full of humiliation and resentment, and his mouth threatened fiercely.

Bum!

The magic Xiu's head immediately exploded. Jing Ping didn't even look at it. He said with a ferocious smile, "I really don't know it when I'm about to die. How dare you threaten me."

The voice fell to the ground, and Jing Ping's fists protruded and suddenly hit the mountain wall beside him.

Rumble! The sound of collapse sounded, Jing Ping's figure kept rushing directly into it, and the mountain wall behind him began to cover the back road.

"Wo!"

As soon as he entered, before Jing Ping could take a looked at the situation around him, a sad cry came to his ears.

This sound has the effect of disturbing the soul.

"Humph!" However, Jing Ping was not affected at all. Instead, he snorted coldly, really stirred, and a scream came from afar.

"Let you run!"

Jing Ping affirmed that this scream was his target, so he did not hesitate at all. He read a sentence, and his figure chased the voice and ran away.

This goal seems to have a natural advantage here. It can keep crossing the mountain wall, but Jing Ping opens the way violently. The loud noise is mixed with countless gravel, which further proves Jing Ping's scrupulousness.

Boom.

A loud noise came, and Jing Ping pretended to step on a mountain wall again and suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of us is countless times wider than the previous narrow mountain road, which is obviously an altar.

Thinking of the words of Mo Xiu just now, Jing Ping estimated that this should be the holy place of the Demon Sect.

This seems to be a vast palace. Why is it so vast? Because the height alone is a hundred feet high!

The spiritual consciousness sweeps through, and you can't see all of them.

You should know that Jing Ping's spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful. He can detect it for tens of thousands of miles, but here, it seems to be endless.

"Is this a mysterious space?"

Jing Ping said to himself that he chased after him all the way, and now he doesn't know where he is, but according to spiritual speculation, this should not be the immortal world, but to another space, because only in this way can he explain that his spiritual consciousness can't see the end.

He looked up at the vast palace.

To be precise, it is a skeleton palace. Everything here is built with skeletons. Whether it is pavilions or tile decoration, it is all skeletons.

Even the ground is paved by skulls.

Jing Ping kept walking and strode forward directly to the gate of the palace.

Three large characters are spelled with skulls on the gate.

"Wankushi Hall"

These three words seem to be full of the tragedy of all sentient beings, and the sea of blood is so great that it is better to die.

Anyone who reads it will not be able to help committing suicide. I feel that it is too miserable to live in this world. Whether it is wealth, realm, immortal life, wish, everything will be shattered and everything will dissipate.

Jing Ping looked at these three big words, smiled gerociously at the corners of his mouth, and kept saying, "Interesting, interesting."