Chapter 513 Master Convergence

The monk did not do any superfluous action, nor did he emit any amazing power. He just pointed a little, a flying sword shining dark, and went straight to the depths of Jing Ping's eyebrows!

Quietly, but extremely fast. Although there was no vision in the outside world, Jing Ping seemed to see the destruction of countless worlds, the howling of countless creatures, the fierce breath and even formed countless evil spirits, and began to eat his body!

Jing Ping knew that this time he was definitely a master of killing by slaughtering the world and sacrificing all sentient beings with blood!

His face had completely calmed down. The knife of the world in his hand suddenly stroked, tens of millions of lights burst out, and countless spaces around him began to tear one after another. At the same time, a roar of dragons and tigers broke out on his body, and his big hand grabbed the body of the flying sword!

Wave the knife in one hand and take it in the other!

Jing Ping attacked this monk with the most direct posture!

Ninety-nine thousand dragon and tiger magic power began to condense in his hands, no matter how many worlds and how many creatures' blood this flying sword has stained, but under his absolute power, he was still pinched and could not move at all!

Tens of thousands of sharp knife lights directly hit the other party's figure, unexpectedly forming a prison made by knife light out of thin air! It not only blocked the space of the other party in all directions, but also killed together, crossing time and space, and was unparalleled speed!

This is the power of Jing Ping!

guang guang guang......

The knife light cut down, and there was no expected sound of flesh and blood cracking. Instead, there was an extremely crisp collision sound. The other party's body seemed to be some hard substance. With the sharpness of the world's knife, it only created a few white marks on the other party's figure!

At the same time, the flying sword in Jing Ping's hand began to vibrate greatly. As if it contained a strong power, it actually shook Jing Ping's palm! Fly back in an instant.

There was a trace of surprise in Jing Ping's eyes. He knew how powerful he was, but whether it was attack or strength, he couldn't help the other party at all!

"Kill!" A shout suddenly appeared, and the monk seemed to be surprised by Jing Ping's means, but the other party did not take half a moment to kill for a long time. The dark flying sword was killed again, and this time it came faster and faster!

"What a strong force! What a fast speed! What a terrible murderous intention!" Jing Ping suddenly exclaimed in his heart, but then the cold light in his eyes flashed, "But for me, it can't be threatened!"

Between the thoughts, his figure disappeared, and the black flying sword paused for a moment, as if he had lost his goal.

At this time, Jing Ping quickly left the other party's spiritual range and kept moving forward.

He really wants to fight with the other party, but he understands that this is not the best opportunity. This is the gathering place of the magic god brand, and his purpose is to erase these marks and turn the countless energy planets and demon god creatures here into his own bag!

"What a great monk! Obviously, it is the power of the combination, but it can resist my attack! And he also made an extremely rapid response. Whether it is spiritual consciousness, strength, or mood, they are all the strongest I have ever seen! This person must have a big secret! Kill him, the secret is mine!"

This murderous monk's idea also flew around and began to keep moving forward, looking for Jing Ping's figure.

But at this time, Jing Ping's figure has dived into the deepest part of this place. There is a solid space barrier in front of him, and countless yellow air shapes are covered with it. As long as one touches it, it will immediately attract the attention of the demons and gods!

"If you can't force it, then take it wisely!" Jing Ping's eyes flashed, and his body shook in an instant. It turned into a layer of yellow air, which integrated into it and began to penetrate slowly.

Each penetration point is very difficult, and at this time, the murderous monk also arrived.

He glanced around, as if he were looking for the trace of Jing Ping, but for a long time, he found nothing, so he had to look into the space barrier full of dim yellowness.

Wh!

There was no sign at all. The monk just took a look and directly launched a fierce attack on the space barrier!

Boom!

Strong fluctuations emanated, and the space barrier was killed by the flying sword, and some subtle cracks appeared, but then a stronger force burst out to fight back against the monk.

"Humph!" The monk snorted coldly, turned a blind eye to the power of the counterattack, and launched a fierce and powerful attack again, and the space barrier broke again.

When Jing Ping saw this scene, he was immediately overjoyed. The monk's attack directly caused the loosening of the space barrier, which made his penetration extremely easy. Just in an instant, his figure sneaked into the space barrier and entered a mysterious place.

At the same time, the cracks on the space barrier recovered quickly!

The moment Jing Ping went in again, he exerted his absolute power, covering the space barrier and strengthening his defense.

This is to prevent the other party from entering.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place? It's so hard that my extermination sword can't cause an effective attack!" The monk was immediately furious, and then his eyes seemed to see through layers of virtual shadows and looked directly at Jing Ping's body.

Jing Ping smiled at him and then disappeared.

"Damn! It turned out to be this person. How did he get in? This person came all the way here, so there must be a big secret in it! No, this secret is mine. No one can take it away!"

The monk's face was gloomy, and then his body shook, and the black sword killed tens of thousands of times in an instant, but each time it could only cause a trace of a crack, and then it was repaired.

This is the gathering place of the imprint of the demon god. Naturally, it has a strong and horizontal guardian power. Coupled with Jing Ping's deliberate strengthening, no matter how strong the monk's strength is, the murderous intention is strong, and the attack is horizontal, it is still in vain.

At this time, Jing Ping turned around and looked at this mysterious place.

First of all, in his eyes, there are countless dim yellow light. Each kind of light has a different shape, some are sword-shaped, some are heart-shaped, and there are all kinds of faces and all kinds of breaths.

Jing Ping immediately understood that each shape of halo represents a vicious imprint of intention, and these countless halos are the spiritual imprint of the demon gods.

As long as it can be fully refined, this magic weapon containing countless energy will immediately become his property.

However, there was no joy on Jing Ping's face. Because there are countless halos with strange connections, one by one. As long as you touch one of them, it will immediately cause the vibration of all the halos, and the demon gods of the heavens will also react at the first time.

Take a hair and move his whole body. Although Jing Ping has a chaotic world, this is something gathered by the brand of tens of thousands of demon gods of heaven and earth. He can't devour and wipe it all at once.

If he really had this ability, then the demon gods would have been exterminated by him. Why should he hide his identity and sneak into it?

"I see Baoshan, but I can't take a penny of it. This is really unacceptable. It seems that we still need to use the starry sky map to calculate it well." Jing Ping's mind moved, and the starry sky map in his mind began to calculate crazily.

At the same time, countless figures appeared on the periphery of the space barrier.

Some of these figures are like demons, and some are transformed by monsters. Almost all kinds of races are gathered at this moment, and without exception, they are all first-class masters.

Even if it is the lowest cultivation, there is also the middle of the fit. As for the Mahayana of other races, although there are not many, there are still so many.

These seven or eight monks are all slaughtering the world, resisting the demon god, resisting the way of heaven, and only seeking strength. Now they have gathered together, and the strong murderous spirit immediately deterred the whole audience. No monk dares to speak.

"Hey hey, it's surprising that so many demons have gathered this time." All of a while, a sneer came out, and one of the figures shrouded in blood appeared.