I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Fu Tiancheng and Fang Quan both looked unhappy. These words were too contemptuous. They looked at each other and rushed towards those people together.

In an instant, the entire clearing in the forest was filled with surging spiritual energy, and even the rain seemed to have caused harm.

Yan Ping didn't care about their provocation, but looked down at Cheng Hao who was still absorbing Cheng Huiyuan's blood to transform it into demonic energy.

It would be a bit of a waste to use up the spiritual energy at once. He would wait until the man's demonic energy was transformed and then take action, killing two birds with one stone.

He covered his mouth and coughed softly.

"How much longer do you want?"

Cheng Hao suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed. The look in his eyes when he looked at Yan Ping still had the remaining fear from when his dantian was dug out alive, but more hatred.

"What do you want to do?"

Yan Ping looked at his eyes and suddenly smiled. In this rainstorm, the rain fell from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, making his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of mist.

"I want to kill you."

He said this softly, and with those eyes, it sounded like he was saying love words.

Even though he was seriously injured, Cheng Hao was dazed for a moment when he saw this scene. After he reacted, he sneered and stared at Yan Ping with gloomy eyes.

"You are so arrogant now, letting me transform my demonic energy. Do you think you will have another chance after I have finished transforming it?"

Yan Ping did not respond, but just chuckled.

"When practicing magic, one either sacrifices living beings to build a blood pool, or creates slaughter."

"Now that you have absorbed Cheng Huiyuan's blood and transformed it into demonic energy, I am very curious, to what extent can you transform it?"

Cheng Hao was thinking about how to humiliate this man, but after hearing this, all his thoughts turned to ashes and his eyes were filled with shock and doubt.

Why does this person know so much about the cultivation methods of the devil cultivators?

"who are you?"

Yan Ping knew what he was thinking. A strong wind blew, bringing with it rain.

He raised his hand to his forehead and squinted his eyes to block the rain.

"Don't think too much. I just killed a group of evil demons before, so I know a lot about this."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he urged again, "So how long will it take you?"

Cheng Hao: "..."

Cheng Hao suddenly gritted his teeth. This man said those words lightly, as if he had already won the victory.

However, the attack power of the demon cultivator is above that of all cultivators at the same level. Once he has completely transformed Cheng Huiyuan's blood, he doesn't believe that he will really be unable to defeat him.

Cheng Hao's demonic energy suddenly became stronger.

Yan Ping watched quietly in the rain. Cheng Huiyuan had died long ago, but his blood was still being transformed into demonic energy by Cheng Hao.

In just a few breaths, the demonic energy on Cheng Hao suddenly became thicker.

The originally broken Dantian was filled with demonic energy, and his realm returned to normal, and his aura continued to rise.

From refining Qi, building foundation, virtual pill, real pill, and transformed pill, to the late stage of transformed pill, the demonic energy in his body has not been completely restrained.

Cheng Hao never expected that the demonic energy transformed from the blood of his loved ones could actually give him a chance to reach the realm of virtual god. His originally heavy mood suddenly became surging.

If he could be promoted to the realm of virtual god, then the person next to him...

Cheng Hao thought about it and looked at Yan Ping with a grim smile.

Yan Ping looked at him calmly. Although his face was extremely pale, his eyes were still dark and deep.

Cheng Hao's smile froze for a moment, and then his face turned gloomy, causing the demonic energy to circulate even faster.

In just a few breaths, all the demonic energy was gathered into his dantian, and his realm was ultimately stuck at the great perfection of Danhua.

It is just one step away from the expected virtual god realm.

Cheng Hao's eyes turned red again, and he waved his hand angrily and smashed Cheng Huiyuan's body.

"waste!"

Cheng Huiyuan's body fell into the mud puddle, leaving only one eye open.

Wen Ye frowned as he watched. He had heard before that the city lord doted on Cheng Huiyuan and thought he was his beloved son. But now, seeing Cheng Hao's actions,

I'm afraid they just treated it as a training tool and never got along with it, so they didn't even take its corpse seriously.

Yan Ping looked at the scene in front of him, a little disappointed, "After sucking the blood of your loved ones, the only change you have made is that you are just a little higher than before."

Cheng Huiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Hearing this, he suddenly turned around and looked at him with a gloomy face. Then he suddenly rushed towards Yan Ping.

"You go to hell!"

Yan Ping looked at his attack and was a little distracted.

What he said before about killing a group of demon cultivators was not a lie. After those demon cultivators sucked the blood of their loved ones, not only did their realm improve, but they also grew horns on their heads and their bodies became stronger.

He had just made some progress in his cultivation at that time, so killing that group of demon cultivators was a tough battle for him.

This kind of demon cultivator exists not only in Yuanzhou but also in Qingzhou, because this kind of demon cultivator appeared in the later period of the original work.

When Yan Ping thought of these evil cultivators, his usually stable emotions began to fluctuate.

As a result, the spiritual energy in his body also became restless, causing him to feel suffocated in his chest.

Cheng Hao's fierce fist rushed in front of him. Yan Ping wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but when he turned his eyes, he found that Cheng Hao's attack was a little unreal.

Yan Ping endured the heaviness in his chest, squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Hao, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold.

He suddenly raised his hand to block an attack from the side. That attack was not directed at Yan Ping, but at Wen Ye.

Cheng Hao's heart tightened. He could see that Yan Ping had been protecting the young man in the Qi Refining Stage. He wanted to make a feint to the east and attack in the west to hold the man hostage, but he didn't expect to be seen through.

After failing to hit the target, Cheng Hao flew backwards.

He was fast, but Yan Ping, who was in a bad mood and almost had his home robbed, was even faster. The coldness in his eyes turned into rage.

He gathered his spiritual power and kicked forward, and at the same time the spiritual power in his body began to riot.

Before Cheng Hao could react, his body exploded instantly and he had no idea what happened until he died.

The entire scene was instantly a mess of blood and flesh, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere.

Seeing this overly cruel scene, Wen Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

Yan Ping suddenly shook his body.

Wen Ye ignored his previous shock and directly helped Yan Ping up.

Wen Ye was shorter than him, so when he supported him, he could clearly see his tense jawline, his eyes tightly closed in pain, and the cold sweat mixed with rain on his forehead.

Yan Ping was suffocating in pain at the moment.

The rage that had just erupted made him ignore the injuries in his body and directly mobilize his spiritual power to kill the man.

But the consequence was that the remaining spiritual energy in the body suddenly rioted and cut into the already damaged meridians.

Every part of my body felt as if it was in purgatory on the edge of a knife, and every part of it was transmitting sharp pain.

The pain could even spread into his sea of ​​consciousness, affecting the injuries there, causing his awareness to go blank for a split second.

The spiritual bead in the bag next to him emitted spiritual energy on its own, turning into a stream of light and directly entering Yan Ping's body.

But these spirit beads are far from enough!

Yan Ping suddenly opened his eyes. His dark phoenix eyes were a little empty and a little red, giving people a dangerous and weird feeling.

Wen Ye suppressed the strangeness in his heart and frowned.

"how are you now?"