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

Yan Ping noticed the movement, moved his eyes, and his eyes gradually focused. He slowly looked towards Wen Ye.

His eyes at this moment were like a bottomless black abyss, and beneath the abyss, countless malice and greed were hidden.

There was naked murderous intent and plunder in his eyes.

When Wen Ye met that gaze, he was instantly horrified.

Yan Ping had shown murderous intent towards him in the past, but that murderous intent was only superficial, completely different from the feeling today that he was ready to attack him at any time.

Wen Ye had only one thought in his mind.

It’s over.

Something's wrong with Yan Ping!

The two men were in a stalemate for only a moment, and Yan Ping suddenly let out a heavy gasp, moved his head with difficulty, and locked his gaze on the people in front of him.

Wen Ye's tense body relaxed instantly.

The moment Yan Ping's gaze moved, everyone on the battlefield felt a chill down their spines. The fighters separated instantly and turned their gazes towards the source of the danger.

The dark clouds moved away and it was raining heavily here.

Although all the people present were monks and their clothes were completely soaked, no one cared about it.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yan Ping who was walking slowly in the rain.

A chilling murderous intent enveloped the woods, and there was total silence in the woods. Everyone sensed the danger, but no one dared to move.

There was only the sound of heavy rain falling continuously.

Fu Tiancheng didn't dare to move. He didn't know what had just happened. Looking at the dangerous aura lingering around Yan Ping, he turned his gaze to Wen Ye who was still relatively intact.

Wen Ye shook his head slightly at him.

Fu Tiancheng withdrew his gaze and inadvertently glanced at the broken limbs and arms on the ground. The clothes on them looked familiar.

Fu Tiancheng was silent.

Which righteous person would use such a bloody method of dismemberment? He couldn't help but close his eyes, just avoiding Yan Ping's gaze.

Yan Ping was not very clear-headed at the moment. The moment when his spiritual energy was insufficient, his consciousness became blurred, and only the instinct to obtain spiritual energy remained.

The moment he noticed Fu Tiancheng, he wanted to take action, but his subconscious inexplicably made him give up.

Wen Ye saw this scene clearly and his clenched fists relaxed. He was worried that Yan Ping had killed Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng is a good man after all, and he doesn't want Fu Tiancheng to die.

Yan Ping continued to scan the field.

When Fang Quan realized something was wrong, he had already gone into hiding.

In the silent rainstorm, one of the Void Dan realm masters could not bear the silent terrifying pressure and could not help but turn around and flee.

Yan Ping's gaze shifted to him, and the next second he appeared behind him, with a hand as white as jade pressing on his head.

There was horror in the monk's eyes, but before he could struggle, his spiritual power and life force flowed upwards like a flood.

In the blink of an eye, he was dead.

From a young monk to an old man.

Wen Ye, who was standing in the distance, was also shocked.

This way of killing people is not much different from that of evil cultivators.

When the other monks saw this scene, their pupils shrank and they began to panic.

Although these people would do anything, regardless of whether they were eating meat or vegetables, they had never seen such a weird way of killing before.

Yan Ping's empty eyes slowly moved to the remaining people.

"escape!"

Someone shouted lowly.

The few Void Dan realm masters who were already panicking scattered and fled in an instant.

After these people took action, the Yin-Yang Sword also flew into the air and escaped.

Those in the Real Dan realm can fly in the air, and their speed is much faster than those in the Virtual Dan realm.

Yan Ping raised his head slightly, raised his hand and grabbed, and the two people who had risen into the air were directly caught back.

The two were shocked, how could it be so fast!

The next second, all the spiritual energy rushed towards Yan Ping with an irresistible momentum.

In two breaths of time, the two people died beyond all possibility of death.

Yan Ping loosened his grip, and their bodies fell straight down.

When Fu Tiancheng opened his eyes, he saw this scene and his face was full of shock.

In his impression, although Yan Ping is not a good person, he is not a very evil person either. Where did he learn this completely unrighteous way of killing?

The remaining Xudan realm cultivators were still fleeing. Yan Ping's movements were not fast, but his figure was like a ghost. He was here one second and next to another person the next second.

After a few breaths, all the fleeing monks were dead.

Yan Ping stopped, his eyes blank, the spiritual power in his body was raging, and was forcibly suppressed, but his body was still in pain.

Every inch of skin, every inch of muscle, was in pain, as if being burned by fire, from the inside out, even the consciousness was being torn apart.

Aura, he still needs aura.

Yan Ping rolled his eyes stiffly.

When Fang Quan saw this scene, he regretted why he didn't practice Guixi Gong in the first place. Pretending to be dead now would be more useful than hiding!

His concealment skills were pushed to the extreme.

Yan Ping's gaze moved from him to finally lock onto Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng felt a chill in his heart.

Wen Ye's pupils shrank, and he shouted directly at Fu Tiancheng, then ran towards him.

"Throw away all the spirit beads."

"He needs spiritual energy!"

Under the shadow of death, Fu Tiancheng didn't think much. In just a moment, he threw out a large number of spirit beads.

About three hundred thousand or so. In addition, Fu Tiancheng also threw out a lot of rare treasures with spiritual energy.

He threw it quickly and on time.

Because Yan Ping appeared beside him the next second. The moment Yan Ping approached these things, the spiritual energy inside surged out, forming a powerful flow of spiritual energy, which poured into Yan Ping's body, causing his body to stiffen.

But Yan Ping did not get better, and there was still murderous intent in his eyes, looking at Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng felt like he was complaining and took a few steps back.

"What should I do? He's still staring at me!"

Wen Ye ran to the side and was blocked outside by the spiritual energy flow. He listened to Fu Tiancheng's words and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Senior, senior, wake up!"

The artificially created spiritual energy flow continued to wash over Yan Ping's body.

The wounds in the meridians caused by the riot of spiritual power are constantly repairing.

Only the earliest wounds in his meridians were difficult to heal, along with the scars on his body.

It was as if these spiritual powers were not on the same level as the power that caused the scars on his body.

These spiritual powers relieved the pain in Yan Ping's body very well, so his hazy subconscious gradually awakened, but the pain from his spiritual consciousness made him want to continue to be drowsy.

A vague sound came to my ears as if through water.

"Senior, senior..."

"Yan Ping!"

Yan Ping suddenly woke up from underwater and regained consciousness briefly.

He looked at Fu Tiancheng who was alert in front of him, then looked at Wen Ye who was standing next to him, and realized what had just happened.

Of the previously powerful flow of spiritual energy, only a little of it was now absorbed into his body.

At this time, there was no spiritual energy surrounding his body, and the original spiritual power in his body shrank back into his meridians. The feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath returned.

The feeling of weakness caused by the severe pain in the hands and feet also appeared on the body.

The consciousness was still in pain, so much so that the physical senses could be ignored, and the consciousness that had just regained consciousness was about to be annihilated again.

Yan Ping realized that he couldn't delay any longer. He felt short of breath and spat out a mouthful of blood before he felt better.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to his brow, and his usually lazy voice became hoarse and a little cold.

"Take good care of him."

"If anything happens to him, I will look for your Tianyang Sect."