Rural Shennong

Seeing Chen Ping's sword light sweeping in front of his eyes, a holy priest who fell behind had a look of determination in his eyes, gritted his teeth and smashed a ball that was already in his hand.

"Oh!"

A large cloud of red mist instantly covered a radius of tens of feet around him.

Before Chen Ping rushed to the range of the red mist, he smelled a sickly sweet smell.

"Life poison!"

He stepped on the ground, and his legs plowed two trenches more than ten meters long on the ground, barely stopping at the edge of the red mist, and immediately retreated.

Chen Ping's Poison Cracking Sword can release Baqi's natal poison, but compared with Baqi's natal poison, it is far less toxic than this kind of natal poison.

Apparently, the Holy Religious Master pinched and exploded an extremely precious poison-type alien beast core just now.

The Holy Cult Master, who was poisoned by life, had already turned into a puddle of blood in the pitiful howl.

Although Chen Ping escaped the cover of life poison, the speed of his pursuit was also delayed.

The other Holy Cult masters took the opportunity to run away.

Chen Ping's berserk time is limited, it can last up to ten seconds.

He jumped high, crossed the already thin life poison area, rushed up to a hundred meters, and swung a sword aura at a holy nun.

"Sixth Form of the Sky-Splitting Sword Art, Soul Chasing!"

The hair on the female grandmaster's body stood on end, just when the soul-chasing sword energy was about to pierce her back, the female grandmaster took out a golden roulette from her arms and threw it behind her.

Chen Ping watched helplessly as the soul-chasing sword qi drew an arc, piercing the compass at once, splitting the compass in half.

Obviously, it's just a substitute treasure that is more precious than the Life Poison Core. Using this thing is equivalent to gaining an extra life.

"Damn it, there are so many strange things in the holy religion."

In order to encircle and suppress Chen Ping, Shengjiao spent a lot of money this time.

Chen Ping's pursuit was resisted by all kinds of precious treasures. After his berserk transformation ended, he was able to kill a Holy Cult master. Excluding the one who was poisoned to death, the overall strength of the Holy Cult was not greatly affected. damage.

Seeing that Chen Ping's speed and attack power had dropped, Zhou Xingshan quickly shouted: "He's not going berserk anymore, hurry up and kill him!"

Everyone knows that there will be a period of weakness after the master-level master uses the innate skills of the contracted beast.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, those masters all turned around and launched a long-range attack on Chen Ping.

"Crack the sky and break the sky!"

Chen Pingyuan spun, and ring-shaped sword auras swept away in all directions like tornadoes.

But his sword energy was quickly broken by the intensive attack.

"Puff puff!"

Flowers of blood burst out from Chen Ping's body.

All the masters of the holy religion were shocked.

"He's dying!"

"Everyone, don't keep your hole cards, work harder and kill him."

"Tayro Crazy Knife!"

"Cutting down the river!"

The sword energy was stronger than before, and the ground was overturned by several meters.

Chen Ping, who was set on fire, looked as if he had been blown to pieces, and blood flew around like he didn't want money.

The people of the Holy Cult were all flushed and excited.

Chen Ping, the great demon king, was finally about to die in their hands.

It's a pity that they dare not get too close, only dare to attack from a distance.

If they observed closely, they would find that the bloody flowers bursting from Chen Ping's body were not caused by their attacks at all.

Chen Ping swallowed a mouthful of spiritual liquid immediately after the berserk transformation ended.

Not a drop, but a sip.

The huge torrent of energy made him dizzy, the meridians in his body were broken through one after another, and then quickly recovered.

That's why his body is bleeding violently.

Fortunately, his spiritual sea is stable with a spirit bottle, so that he will not have a nervous breakdown.

After all these energies were neutralized by Chen Ping, Chen Ping immediately lifted his spirits.

"call!"

An aura that was several times more violent than before suddenly shot up from Chen Ping's body.

Zhou Xingshan turned pale with shock: "This is impossible!"

Chen Ping used Berserk again, even faster than before.

Everyone couldn't even see the phantom, Chen Ping was almost like teleporting, there was only a burst of air explosion breaking through the sound barrier in the air, and Chen Ping appeared a hundred meters away.

"Splitting Heaven Sword Formation, Tianhe Breaking Slash!"

A sword qi was swung by Chen Ping, the length and width of this sword qi was unknown at all.

It was as if a huge cyan platform was suddenly released from Chen Ping's body.

All the holy masters who were swept up by this platform were cut into two sections on the spot.

The Sky Splitting Sword Formation and the Heavenly River Broken Slash, logically speaking, are no longer moves that can be used by masters of the Bone Changing Realm, but combat skills of the Transcendent Realm.

There is too much energy in Chen Ping's body, even if he is crazy, he can't exhaust it. He can't wait to volatilize all the energy at once, so as to alleviate the illusion that he may explode and die at any time.

Zhou Xingshan bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed blood on the epee. The epee was blazing with flames, forming a thick wall of fire, which was able to withstand the attack of Chen Ping's sword.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

The remaining dozen or so masters of the Holy Cult were terrified by Chen Ping's killing, and when they heard Zhou Xingshan's shout, they quickly turned their heads and fled in all directions.

At this time, they had an idea in their minds, I ran as hard as I could, as long as I ran faster than others.

Chen Ping swung several swords in succession and beheaded several Holy Cult masters. By this time, the time for his second berserk had passed.

The eyes of the surviving Holy Cult masters were filled with the color of rejoicing that they had escaped from birth.

In the surrounding dense forest, there are also a large number of masters of Shengjiao martial arts.

As long as they go back to the dense forest and use those martial arts masters as cannon fodder, it will buy them more time to escape.

Among them, the fastest runner was not Zhou Xingshan, but Zhou Xingshan's apprentice Hong Yu.

He has one foot on the edge of the forest.

At this moment, several vines densely covered with thorns suddenly sprang up in front of him.

Hong Yu's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, he swung his sword forward several times in succession, while pulling back at the same time.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he let out a scream.

It turned out that his foot was already entangled by a vine, and the sharp spikes pierced into his flesh and blood.

He was horrified to find that the power of his blood was being rapidly drawn by the vine.

Hong Yu waved his sword and looked at his feet, the vine was cut off by his sword, but just because of this moment of delay, more vines had already surrounded him in all directions.

"Master, save me!" Hong Yu howled in despair.

It's a pity that his master Zhou Xingshan is also in danger.

Zhou Xingshan found that all the people who ran out were surrounded by vines, so he knew that the situation was over, and he had no intention of rushing out again.

"Thorn blood vine! Lei Luan!"

"Chen Ping, you are really calculating!"

Chen Ping had already rushed in front of him: "Killers will always be killed."

"From the day you plot against me, you should be ready to die!"