area51novel [134] Wu Ping Was Killed After Just One Glance. The Virgin Did Not Have A Complete Body (Please Cust
[134] Wu Ping Was Killed After Just One Glance. The Virgin Did Not Have A Complete Body (Please Cust
This is the first time I've heard this reason.
But at a glance, oh!
It turns out to be someone from the Qitian Battle Mansion.
If you look at me with an unfriendly gaze, then it's right.
We each killed a disciple from the Qitian Battle Mansion.
It's normal for them to hold a grudge.
But you can't say they're overbearing.
If we're talking about being overbearing, is the atmosphere of the Supreme God Sect and the Seven Blood Sect overbearing?
The momentum surged forward.
Instantly attracting the attention of many people.
Many people at the moment are firmly holding their positions.
Those standing at the back are not very respectful towards those in the middle.
Those standing in the middle are not very respectful towards those in the front.
And those standing at the very front have to stabilize their positions.
Everyone has the idea of fighting for a better position.
They want to be the first group to rush into the Tai Shan King's Tomb.
It's just that no one has made a move yet.
The spark of the battle has not been ignited.
But looking at Wu Ping and Si Mu, it seems that they are going to be the ones to ignite this firework.
It's just that the opponents they chose surprised others.
"Is Wu Ping going to make a move against the Qitian Battle Mansion?"
"I heard recently that there is some enmity between the Qitian Battle Mansion and Wu Ping. Wu Ping killed two disciples of the Qitian Battle Mansion."
"Speaking of which, this is not the Qitian Battle Mansion's home ground. They occupy the other side. This is the path to the Three Thousand Book Pavilion. How can Ling Junyi bring his own senior brothers here?"
"What else could it be? He came to find Wu Ping. Previously, Wu Ping killed Duan Yuanqi with a whip at the Xiao Lou Lake in the Liangyi Mountain. Duan Yuanqi is Ling Junyi's brother-in-law."
"Is the relationship really that complicated? But Ling Junyi's cultivation is not bad. He is not comparable to Duan Yuanqi, who was at the sixth level of Dragon Transformation. Wearing a white robe stained with blood, wielding a silver spear to exterminate the demons, he pierced through the Vertical Tablet Demon Gate alone. His cultivation is at the eighth level of Dragon Transformation. Can Wu Ping handle it?"
"If you say others can't handle it, I might agree with you. But as for Wu Ping, he has never been defeated or injured along the way. How many geniuses has he brought down?"
"And the latest news is that Li Fang from the Twelve Caves of Nanshan was defeated by him. But it was just a friendly match. You've heard of Li Fang's methods. And look at the divine aura on Wu Ping's body, it's from the first generation!"
"I just found out too. Don't even mention Wu Ping making a move himself, just a first generation divine aura is enough to give Ling Junyi a hard time. Do you remember how they said it when Wu Ping brought out his reputation from the Twelve Caves of Nanshan?"
"What did you say?"
"Heaven's Pride only sees his threshold."
Ling Junyi just heard the news that Wu Ping defeated Li Fang.
And the divine seed on his body is still in its original form.
He even defeated Li Fang's Devouring Sky Python.
If he had known these circumstances earlier, he would have left long ago.
Still coming to find Wu Ping?
Although Li Fang has never fought him.
But having seen this person's moves, he evaluated him as a formidable opponent!
Li Fang's Devouring Sky Python is even more terrifying.
Wu Ping's ability to defeat Li Fang, even in a physical fight, shows that his combat power should not be underestimated.
The divine seed on his body is even capable of fighting against the Devouring Sky Python.
With all these conditions combined, even if he is confident, he wouldn't dare to say he can win against Wu Ping.
That's why he has been standing at a distance, observing Wu Ping, studying if there is any way to kill him, without approaching.
Otherwise, with the current enmity, with his temperament, he would have already come up to find Wu Ping and pierced him with ten or eight holes with his silver spear.
Sigh... can't leave now.
And he doesn't dare to leave.
To be afraid before the battle would be a disgrace to the Qitian Battle Mansion, and he wouldn't be able to explain himself when he returns.
He can only maintain eye contact, fearing no battle.
People from all directions are watching the battlefield with different expressions.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Wu Ping opens his mouth.
Everyone is stunned.
Can't... can't look at you anymore?
Ling Junyi also said, "Can't look at you anymore?"
Wu Ping shakes his head, "Can't look."
With one hand forming a claw, the poisonous claw of the Heavenly Spider Ape instantly pops out, covered with dragon scales, and with a lift of his hand, the dragon claw strikes directly at the face.
Facing Wu Ping's sudden attack, Ling Junyi was completely caught off guard.
He was startled by the Tianzhu Claws on Wu Ping's hands.
He immediately raised his silver spear to block.
Bang!!
A loud impact sound echoed.
The ground beneath Ling Junyi's feet instantly cracked.
He barely managed to block this attack, but he looked quite embarrassed.
"The top Spiritual Treasure of the Tianzhu Cave, the Tianzhu Ao Hand!!!"
"Aren't you a disciple of the Seven Blood Sect!?"
Ling Junyi was full of confusion.
He was even more shocked, and his hands holding the spear trembled slightly.
Wu Ping questioned, "Do you think I came here to test your skills?"
"Stop asking me questions. If you can survive peacefully, I will tell you why this Tianzhu Buttock Hand is in my hands."
Another punch came crashing down. Wherever the fist passed, it made a loud rumbling sound. The powerful momentum forced the people nearby to continuously retreat, making way for Wu Ping's punch.
Boom!!
The earth trembled.
The cracks on the ground, resembling a spider's web, became larger and deeper.
The aftermath spread out, and even those tens of thousands of meters away could feel the mountain shaking.
Everyone was frightened.
What kind of monstrous body is this?
Looking back at the scene.
Ling Junyi was stuck in the ground like a radish.
His hands raised high with the silver spear, blood continuously pouring out from his ears, nose, throat, and mouth.
Just one punch turned Ling Junyi into this ghostly appearance?
Even the Venerable Weapon-level silver spear in his hand was destroyed.
His body, spirit, and soul were all covered in cracks, just like the ground.
Not far from death.
This is what Wu Ping has cultivated from the beginning until now.
Whether it is the physical body or the realm, he has achieved perfection and reached new heights.
With a complete sea of knowledge and a soul building the sea, the Soul Sea borders the Forgotten River, and the Spirit Palace is built with the integration of the three methods of merit. The construction of the Dragon Gate is even built purely with merit.
Such combat power can be described as a drop in the bucket compared to Wu Ping's true strength.
If he had to use techniques to fight someone like Ling Junyi, it would be an insult to the amount of merit he has invested and the number of zombie crystal cores he has consumed.
"It seems that you won't wait for my answer. Don't casually look at others in your next life."
Wu Ping turned around.
He raised his hand and made a Buddhist salute.
Shaking his head slightly, he said, "It's a sin, a great sin for Ling Shizhu to die without peace. The burden of great karma is upon him. Well, if this humble monk can walk out of the Taishan King's tomb alive, I will definitely take you back to the Western Realm for salvation and strive to meet the Buddha as soon as possible."
"Now I can only reluctantly store Ling Shizhu's corpse in my storage bag."
After saying that, under the puzzled gaze of everyone, Wu Ping took out a ring knife.
He cut off Ling Junyi's head, sealed it with a talisman, and put it into the storage bag.
The whole set of actions flowed smoothly.
"No, this is not a traditional practice here, only collecting the head of the deceased? This is so frustrating..."
Before that person could finish speaking, his friend quickly covered his mouth.
Wu Ping turned around, intending to tell them to stop babbling, as he had never heard so much nonsense even when killing someone.
But just as he turned halfway, he realized that all the onlookers, whether they were looking at the sky or the ground, were avoiding eye contact with him.
None of them were looking at him.
Wu Ping:
Actually, his intention was not to prevent others from looking at him.
He just said it casually.
The main issue was that Ling Junyi had revealed malice and intent to kill.
But explaining now would seem like adding unnecessary details.
And he didn't need to explain to these people anyway.
Forget it, forget it.
Feeling annoyed.
A palm flew out and knocked Sìmù, who was still bowing and paying respects to the Buddha, flying.
"Can you hurry up? You have so many things to do. Leave!"
Sìmù climbed up from the ground and dusted off the dirt on his body.
He was used to it.
"Alright, alright, let's go, benefactor," he said calmly, following Wu Ping back to their original positions.
The crowd: ...............
"Why did you cover my mouth just now? I really haven't seen someone only collect the head before. Look, there's still a big chunk left in the ground."
"Oh, why do you care about what he collects? Even if it's just the upper half, or if he collects the lower half, it's none of our business. Anyway, don't look, just stay away from this Wu Ping. He's too terrifying. Líng Jùnyì was smashed to death directly!!!"
"Evil cultivators are really domineering. You can't even look at them............"
"You're wrong, it's not the evil cultivators who are domineering, it's Wu Ping who is domineering. I've never seen that evil cultivator say not to let others look at him before."
"Isn't it rumored that Wu Ping created a new style of calligraphy and was recognized by the talent of heaven and earth? Isn't he a distinguished guest of the Three Thousand Book Pavilion? Why is it different from the rumors?"
"Just listen to the rumors, but don't believe them."
"Hey, poor Líng Jùnyì. Although he seemed to be looking for trouble with Wu Ping, he didn't even make a move or say anything. He just took a look and lost his life for nothing. When did the world become like this?"
"Hey, why are you all so far away from me?"
A cultivator at the second stage of the Dragon Transformation realm hadn't finished speaking.
He saw the people around him fleeing as if escaping from him.
Within a radius of a thousand kilometers, there was no one in sight.
Perplexed, he looked up.
He saw Wu Ping smiling at him.
His face instantly stiffened.
Wu Ping's lips moved.
He couldn't hear what was being said, but he understood the art of lip reading.
Following his thoughts, he said, "Fear. Cruelty... One: Light Disaster... Black Disaster Annihilation... Soul Annihilation Break?"
In the blink of an eye, the void behind Wu Ping trembled, and the sound of chains colliding rang out.
A monster bound by golden chains emerged from the void.
It had the head of a bull and two horns, extremely eerie, with a huge black void on its face, gathering light waves.
Suddenly, a loud explosion!
The heavens and earth resounded.
The mountain peak where the cultivator stood became a pile of rubble.
There was no sign of anyone ever existing there.
The people around all swallowed their saliva.
Wu Ping turned to the person beside him and said, "This is a living example. The Holy Mother is not going to have a good death. Now there isn't even a complete corpse."
The person with four eyes looked puzzled at the unfamiliar term.
Looking up at the monster behind Wu Ping, emerging from the void, he asked, "May I ask, what is the Holy Mother?"
Wu Ping took the time to explain, "The Holy Mother, at first, had a positive meaning. It referred to those who selflessly sacrificed their own interests to benefit others. But it changed later on."
"What did it change into?"
"It changed into those who are generous with other people's resources, without knowing their experiences or the reasons behind things. They come up and demand that you be magnanimous, forgive and forget."
"They come up and ask why you don't let one person go but let another person go."
"We are cultivators, I am a demonic cultivator, not someone who lets horses go. Where do all these horses come from? So when faced with this kind of person, I prefer to kill them first."
Four eyes nodded.
"These kinds of people are truly hateful."
Indeed.
Right? Today you finally said something sensible.
Silence fell among the people around.
But their silence was deafening.
Each and every one of them communicated through their thoughts.
As for discussing?
They didn't dare. What if they said something that would upset this fierce god?
At this moment, many people regretted.
If they had known, they wouldn't have come to this Three Thousand Book Pavilion.
They thought it would be a safer place, specifically prepared for independent cultivators.
There wouldn't be disciples from other major forces acting arrogantly, monopolizing the limelight.
But the result was that a wolf had infiltrated among a group of sheep.
If they had gone somewhere else, at most they would have been pushed to the back.
In which year did the Dragon Transformation take place, standing in front of the Tai Shan tomb like a lackey.
But it's still better than here. If this lord were in front, his head would definitely be chopped off, and his life would be lost.
Quiet, very quiet, eerily quiet.
To the point where even the angry roar from the horizon can be heard!
"How dare you kill a disciple of the Qitian Battle Mansion!!!"
A mountain-sized seal strikes.
These are people from the Qitian Battle Mansion.
At the same time, the pillar of light slowly disappears.
Revealing a deep abyss that is bottomless.
Facing the attack of the incoming powerful enemy.
Wu Ping raises his hand: "Fear the second, Flesh Mountain, Blood Flesh Demon Gate."
In the empty sky, the void transforms into ripples.
A Blood Flesh Demon Gate composed of intertwined flesh and blood suddenly smashes down.
The incoming seal lands on it, not even making a sound.
Under the nauseating wriggling of the flesh and blood gate, the seal is swallowed up.
Only a strange face carved on the Blood Flesh Demon Gate keeps spitting out foul-smelling saliva towards this world.
The mouth is full of murmurs, causing those with weaker cultivation to feel dizzy and swollen-headed.
Such strange means truly astonish everyone.
Who has ever seen such bizarre and demonic techniques?
But Wu Ping can hear it clearly because these are words from his past life.
"Flesh... flesh... let me eat flesh..."
"Old thing from the Qitian Battle Mansion, I don't have time to talk to you now. When I come out of this Mount Tai tomb, I will definitely kill you!!!"
Wu Ping jumps into the abyss full of darkness and chaos.
The Blood Flesh Demon Gate disappears into illusion as Wu Ping departs.
The first person jumps in, followed by the second, the third.
Watching the show is more important than seeking treasures, isn't it?
Someone angrily shouts, "Alright, Wu Ping, I'll wait for you!!"
But Wu Ping can no longer hear what he said.
At this moment, he found himself in a world filled with black water, a knee-deep black liquid that was incredibly sticky, making it difficult to walk, as if he was walking on asphalt from a previous life.
Other people's figures kept appearing around him.
Wu Ping frowned and quietly took a step back.
Looking around, there was no sign of Si Mu.
"It seems that my previous speculation was correct."
Before this, Wu Ping and Si Mu, along with Shu Zhouyu, had simulated the situation in the Tai Shan King's tomb.
Among the possibilities for entering the tomb, they had considered several options. The first was that once inside, they would not separate, and the people next to them would be the same as before, fighting their way in and seizing the treasure by any means necessary.
The second possibility was random separation.
Now, it seemed that they had been randomly separated.
Wu Ping recalled what Si Mu had said.
"If the benefactor and I are not in the same area, please be careful. We will meet again, I believe in my abilities. But if I die, remember to give me a proper burial and offer me food and drink, as you said, 'food and drink pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart.'"
"If you can find my body, I can give you a chance."
Thinking of this, Wu Ping couldn't help but curse, "This bald donkey, is he so cheap? Always thinking about dying and asking others to give him a proper burial, causing trouble for thousands of years. It's not that easy to die, is it?"
As he spoke, a handsome man approached from the front, walking amidst the black water, pointing towards the area where Wu Ping was and saying, "You guys, move forward!"
Everyone understood that they were being asked to go ahead and explore the path.
Where there is power, there is resistance.
With the cultivation of Dragon Transformation at the fifth level, the pressure was overwhelming.
Oh well, resistance was futile.
There was no choice but to walk towards the endless black sea ahead, albeit with some difficulty.
As long as Wu Ping didn't move a muscle.
"Why aren't you moving with your Dragon Transformation at the first level?!"
A black seal was shot out, instantly suppressing the cultivator, rendering him immobile.
Wu Ping raised his hand and sucked the person towards him.
Pressing him into the black water in front of him.
"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal.
Please give me flowers and votes."