klisemfg Chapter 149 Yan Ping wants to sleep
Chapter 149 Yan Ping wants to sleep
Yan Ping's thoughts turned even faster.
This would explain why that group of demonic cultivators wanted to destroy Yuanzhou's geocentric nodes, because a madman who wanted to destroy the world had no reason at all.
He didn't know that he had contacted the demon cultivators in Yuanzhou through some means. After he killed all the demon cultivators, he also lost control of Yuanzhou.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that Yuanzhou had collapsed.
For a person who wants to destroy the world, the person he fears most is the person who can save the world.
Yan Ping's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.
We must not let this person discover Wen Ye’s talent.
A sword suddenly appeared in Yan Ping's hand. The blade was torn but forcibly wrapped by spiritual energy.
The blurry figure saw his movements and smiled oddly. A strange aura suddenly appeared, and the originally blurry figure instantly became a little more solid.
The white-robed demon cultivator standing by collapsed to the ground with a hunched body with a snap. His hair turned white in an instant, and his tight skin became full of wrinkles.
His eyes were dazed and he was barely breathing.
The blurry figure looked at Yan Ping strangely, and his voice was weird and teasing.
"You are indeed talented, but you had to improve your foundation to kill all the demon cultivators, and only six years have passed now."
"Have you recovered from your injuries?"
Yan Ping sneered, then swung his sword forward with murderous intent.
A sword wrapped in spiritual energy, the fragmented sword body reflected a fiery red light under the glow of the magma.
An invisible and dense sword force, as dense as spring rain, filled the entire mountain area.
The blurry figure waved his hand, and many phantoms appeared around him.
The strength of each phantom was only at the Danhua realm, and Yan Ping's sword intent, as gentle as the spring breeze, easily strangled those phantoms.
But killing these phantom Dan realm cultivators was useless, which was just a waste of Yan Ping's energy.
Yu Tianhong, who was far away on the periphery, felt a stinging pain all over his body and his eyes felt like they were being pricked by needles, but he was reluctant to close his eyes.
This was the first time he saw Yan Ping use a sword.
Wen Ye had already closed his eyes, occasionally glancing at Yu Tianhong's condition. Until Yu Tianhong's eyes turned red, he decisively covered her eyes.
In the mountain voice, Yan Ping's sword intent began to shrink.
However, the previously solid figure of the blurry figure only faded a little, and a steady stream of phantoms appeared around him, rushing towards Yan Ping.
In addition to strangling with sword intent, the long sword in Yan Ping's hand is also a deadly weapon. At least none of those phantoms in the Danhua realm can get close to him.
Blurry figure: "Your talent in swordsmanship is indeed good, but it's a pity that you came across the Wuwang Sea, so you must be seriously injured."
"You can't beat me now."
Yan Ping sneered, raised his hand and swung the sword towards his head.
"you try?"
Although he has no spiritual power now, the only sword he has is this one with a broken blade.
When fighting with this guy, he has no supplies and cannot withstand long-term consumption, but it is more than enough to delay until this guy disappears!
The blurry figure was not angry. The sword energy was consumed by the phantom before it even got close to him.
He slowly left the stone platform and approached Yan Ping, his eyes glowing scarlet light and his voice was heavy.
"Resisting stubbornly."
This sound went straight into the depths of his sea of consciousness, and was obviously some kind of spiritual attack.
Yan Ping's pupils shrank, and the injuries deep in his sea of consciousness suddenly became uncontrollably active because of this voice.
Unspeakable pain instantly split from the depths of my mind.
Yan Ping's body suddenly stiffened, and the spiritual power that temporarily maintained the black and white sword shook, and the black and white sword instantly collapsed and shattered into pieces on the ground.
The phantoms on the periphery briefly seized the opportunity and pounced forward, but suddenly disappeared before they were about to touch Yan Ping.
The blurry figure suddenly turned around, and they saw the white-clothed demon cultivator who had one breath left, now with a bloody hole in his forehead caused by Yan Ping's broken sword.
The summoner dies, the light on the array plate disappears, and he should return to where he is.
Before the blurry figure disappeared, he didn't even look at the white snake that should have been extremely cherished, and his voice sounded particularly regretful.
"I'll come find you."
Yan Ping's eyes went black and white. After realizing that "He" had disappeared, he stopped trying to hold on, knelt on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The internal injuries he suffered in the Wuwang Sea have never healed, and he has been inactive for a long time.
This time, He was drawn out.
The vomited blood was mixed with some dark fragments of internal organs.
After vomiting for a while, Yan Ping couldn't stop vomiting and vomited several times.
The girl with the pigtails was still quietly lying behind him, and Yan Ping was also very quiet. From his sea of consciousness to his meridians and internal organs, all the injuries on his body were stimulated by the strange sound waves, but he didn't make a sound.
The pale jaw, stained with blood, was particularly eye-catching.
Deep in the dilated pupils, a scarlet light appears and disappears from time to time.
Yan Ping felt so painful, it really hurt.
It hurt more than when a sea beast pierced his heart, dantian and sea of consciousness during the life-and-death crisis in Wuwang Sea.
His body was tense, yet he was shaking in pain, with cold sweat pouring out in patches.
Yan Ping managed to pull himself together for a moment from his shattered consciousness.
He forced himself to walk out of the cavity.
When he came in, he noticed that the two guys were outside. At such a close distance, even if his move was only aimed at him, the remaining aftermath would not be something they could withstand.
A trace of regret rose in Yan Ping's consciousness. In order to see the White Snake, he unexpectedly bumped into the person behind the scenes.
It’s okay for him to be injured, but if Wen Ye’s brain was stunned by the aftermath, he would refuse to accept this result.
After staggering all the way to the outside of the mountain, Yan Ping couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood while holding onto the stone wall.
The fingers that were resting on the stone wall forcibly dug a hole in it.
After this wave of pain subsided, the injuries that had just been aroused seemed to have gradually subsided and were not as painful anymore.
Even the sea of consciousness returned to calm.
Just the occasional throbbing pain that exists from time to time.
But Yan Ping always felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, weakness all over the body, and some black spots in front of his eyes.
But Yan Ping felt very relaxed. At least the discomfort he felt was completely different from the pain from the recurrence of injuries all over his body.
In comparison, he just felt that he was light all over now.
Yan Ping walked to where Wen Ye and Yu Tianhong were hiding, behind a huge rock, and both of them fell straight down.
There are also activated formations and life-saving talismans next to them.
The protective measures were in place, but unfortunately they were useless.
Yan Ping himself was also caught in the trap.
Yan Ping fed each of them two pitch-black pills.
Then, he endured the lingering pain in his sea of consciousness and used a trace of his spiritual sense to quickly scan Wen Ye's soul. Only after he was sure that nothing was wrong did he breathe a sigh of relief.
There's nothing to worry about.
Yan Ping suddenly relaxed and felt like he was floating.
He walked tiredly to the outside, then managed to sit down with his body supported, resting his head against the stone behind him, and enduring the slight pain in his sea of consciousness.
The pale face was full of fatigue after the pain.
He wants to sleep.