Chapter 372 Come to the Magic City

Countless ghost disciples, as long as they are within a hundred miles, are all turned into a pile of black ash by this sneaky thunder, and they didn't even scream.

"Dead!" An angry shout suddenly appeared on the top of Jing Ping's head. A huge evil head appeared on the middle-aged man's chest, biting at Jing Ping.

Crackling.

Purple thunder and lightning suddenly erupted from Jing Ping's body. As soon as the evil ghost's big mouth enveloped Jing Ping, it was shredded by the destructive thunder and lightning!

Even the door owner of the ten thousand ghosts changed his face. His chest was touched by thunder and lightning, and his whole body was immediately blackened. Fortunately, he reacted very fast and his figure kept flashing before he escaped.

Tianlei is like fire, and ghost cultivation is like oil. As long as the two meet, no matter how high your cultivation is, no matter how strong you are, you will be turned into ashes, and countless years of practice will become empty.

What's more, the thunder and lightning used by Jing Ping was that he changed his life against the sky, transformed the spiritual body for his parents, and angered the most fundamental punishment thunder of the world. Even the big figures in the real fairyland personally incarnated and came to perform. Of course, this power is infinite!

"Chaotic World!" A great attraction suddenly appeared on Jing Ping. This is to search for the figure of middle-aged people. If Yuanying wants to hide, it must be extremely difficult to find. Only by launching a large-scale attack in the first time can the other party's figure appear.

Sure enough, a gloomy shadow suddenly appeared in his consciousness under the suction of Jing Ping.

Without stopping, Jing Ping held a long knife, and his figure turned into a streamer, especially under the addition of thunder and lightning. In an instant, he reached the place of spiritual induction and cut it at the moment!

Poo-huh!

There was a sound of meat, and the long knife was attached to the thunder, almost like cutting tofu, cutting the shadow of the induction into pieces!

However, Jing Ping did not show a smile at all. After breaking the shadow with a knife, the knife did not stop, and the figure suddenly turned around and drew a big circle.

Dang!

A huge sword burning with cyan ghost fire was blocked by Jing Ping!

The shadow slashed by Jing Ping is not the ontology! Instead, it is a trap set by the ontology!

At the moment of blocking the cyan giant sword, the space around him suddenly shattered, and eight miserable evil spirits appeared from inside. A flash of blood flashed in his eyes, killing Jing Ping's neck, limbs, eyes, and viscera, scratching, biting, doing everything, and on the top of his head, there was also a huge cyan In the palace, tens of thousands of evil spirits looked at Jing Ping in the palace, revealing saliva. These saliva had a strong sense of corrosion and dripped at Jing Ping's head.

It is simply a scene of a living ghost hell. If it were an ordinary monk, he would immediately be stunned by this scene.

But Jing Ping not only didn't bring it, but showed a smile, "This is all pure energy. The chaotic world, swallow it all!"

Boom!

Originally, this pair of ghost hell, the shocking scene was swallowed clean by the suction of Jing Ping's body in an instant, and there was no trace left, as if the evil ghost was his food.

The roles of the hunter and the prey changed instantly, and the master of the ten thousand ghosts hidden in another place could no longer hide his figure. His body staggered out, and his whole body was more than half less gloomy and became extremely lax.

He immediately roared in pain, and then a look of fear flashed in his eyes, turned into a ghost fire, and flew away through the air.

However, Jing Ping would not give him a chance at all. He laughed loudly, and his figure was like a Thunderbolt. In an instant, he chased behind the ghost fire and cut it out with a knife!

Poo-huh!

No surprise, the ghost fire turned into by the ten thousand ghosts immediately shook, and a burst of cyan blood flew from the sky, but with this knife, he flew faster.

However, no matter how fast it flew, it was just a moment. The master of the ten thousand ghosts suddenly screamed, and his figure exploded out of thin air!

Countless yin qi broke out in an instant, but it was sucked clean by Jing Ping's chaotic world.

In the magic road of the immortal world, the master of Wangui, who could barely be photographed, was killed and swallowed by Jing Ping.

This is not because the strength of the master of the ten thousand ghosts is low. On the contrary, he met Jing Ping, who has the divine punishment thunder and the chaotic world. His mana is the nemesis when he meets the divine thunder. All his moves and spells are absorbed by Jing Ping. In addition, Jing Ping's own strength is also extremely high. The combination of the three forces took down the ten thousand ghost master. .

If not, no one in the whole immortal world can take his life. After all, he is a master of the peak of Yuanying. He still cultivates the method of ghosts and evil spirits, and he is even better at running for life.

However, everything has become a foreboding and can't be changed. After Jing Ping swallowed the magic power of the ten thousand ghosts, he immediately felt extremely comfortable in his body. The strong soul power was instantly transformed into real power and circulated all over his body, causing a series of explosions on his body.

The blood began to surge, and the bones began to strengthen again. Jing Ping's chaotic world actually began to expand, and the infinite true force surged like the sea, washing his body again and again.

"It's time to break through!" Jing Ping suddenly reacted, and his figure suddenly flashed into the poisonous gourd and sat with his eyes closed.

Boom!

At the moment he sat down, the real power on his body completely exploded. The starry sky map automatically operated, and the chaotic true power began to automatically connect and rotate, becoming countless tiny dragons and tigers, and an essential change began to appear!

"Dragon and Tiger True Power!"

Suddenly, the starry sky map in his body began to run, and it was automatically calculated. If he turned the true power and blood in his body into 99,999,900 dragons and tigers, he could prove Daluo.

And now, counting the previous accumulation and precipitation, he has almost changed the true power of 90,000 dragons and tigers.

But only 90,000 dragon and tigers have made him a monk in the realm of Jindan.

"It is the power of 90,000 dragons and tigers to be promoted to Daluo. It seems that the energy required for future promotion is more than layer by layer. I must seize the time and absorb all the strength." Jing Ping shook his head and sighed. At this time, it was difficult for him to be promoted to Daluo.

Only when he knew the difficulties could he make progress. Jing Ping just sighed, and then his figure flashed and came to a cave in Yinling Mountain.

As soon as countless ghosts appeared, they were illuminated by the golden light on his body and screamed one after another. They went away from evil thoughts and returned to their nature.

He went all the way forward and finally came to a strange position.

"Who comes..."

Bum!

As soon as Jing Ping came to the formation, several old men appeared in the periphery. At first glance, he was a disciple of the ten thousand ghosts. He thought he was the guard of the treasure house, but without saying half of his words, his body burst open, and countless mana became his nourishment.

He didn't even look at it. The knife of the world in his hand suddenly split, and the knife flashed brightly in an instant. He only heard a loud rumbling sound. The whole Yinling Mountain was cut in half by Jing Ping's knife!

An invisible gap began to appear, and Jing Ping's eyes flashed, and he immediately saw countless precious lights.

"Sure enough, it's here." Jing Ping smiled, the chaotic world of his body opened up, infinite magic weapons, spiritual stone elixirs, high-level materials, everything, all the savings of Wanguimen were all plundered by him, leaving nothing.

After the plunder, Jing Ping immediately flashed his figure and left directly, no longer caring about the remaining disciples on Yinling Mountain.

He knew that after he finished this, he would attract the pursuit of the whole devil's way in less than a long time. It was better to go quickly. He didn't want to attract the whole devil's way to be vigilant. After all, he had to plunder resources here.

The figure is like electricity, shuttles through thousands of people. Suddenly, his body heard it, and in his spiritual induction, there was a city not far from him.

This is a city within the territory of the devil's road, which naturally makes him curious. "Well, let's go and have a look."

As soon as the idea moved, his figure changed, and he became a peak of foundation. The old man with a strong magic atmosphere began to think about moving forward in the city.

Far away from the city, Jing Ping could feel the dirty and chaotic atmosphere in the city. When he raised his eyes, he found that two simple blood-red characters were written on the city.

"Magic City."

These two words are completely made of blood, and they are human blood.