During the time that Wang Ping left, the entire small city of crime was already noisy, everyone knew that the three sects that had been inherited for five or six hundred years were destroyed overnight, and they were all waiting to see the reaction of the three major sects, they would definitely not even let go of a fart, and they might have sent a master to investigate this matter.

In fact, it was true that both the Dan Clan and the Great Sun Divine Sect had sent their disciples over to see what was going on, and for a while, the entire small city of sin was surging, becoming the focus of the entire vast continent.

Wang Ping didn't know what kind of turmoil his actions had caused, and he had already moved to kill, because Lin Meng told him that in the recent period, there were often inexplicable people wandering around the Shangqing faction, but they were all powerful masters, and the Shangqing faction had just been established, and they didn't have enough strength, so they could only endure it for the time being.

This is also to blame Wang Ping, but all the innocent disciples of the Three Sects are killed, not one is left, all of them are killed, and the Shangqing faction newly built by the director himself does not even have a person in the late stage of Jindan, so he can only swallow his anger.

"How did the people of the Yin-Yang Sect know that I had beheaded their Holy Son? Doesn't make sense? Could it have been revealed by someone on a nameless desert island? ”

Wang Ping could easily guess from the costumes of these people that these people around the Shangqing Sect were definitely from the Yin Yang Sect.

Before going to the island, there was an agreement between the various sects, life and death were mutually assured, and no one was allowed to seek revenge afterwards, but he was not the holy son of the great sect, and he didn't even have a sect, and the Yin Yang Sect had lost a future sect master, how could he not be annoyed and ashamed? It's strange if you don't come to seek revenge.

"These people are looking for death, and I am not even afraid of the real Holy Son, let alone the alternate Holy Son, and I will slaughter them all if I am in a hurry."

Wang Ping knew that just yesterday, Meng Huwei, who was killed by Jin Jiao, might be an alternate saint son of the Yin Yang Sect, which was not difficult to guess.

From Lin Meng's mouth, I learned that a total of ten people came here, and the Yin Yang Sect was also considered to be bloody, and he must kill himself, otherwise the Yin Yang Sect will never be able to raise its head among these big sects.

"Bring me the furnace of the god of fire, and at the same time send men to find out where they are now, and I will kill them one by one."

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself, Wang Ping knows this truth very well, in the cruel divine realm, if you want to survive, you can't have the kindness of a woman.

Soon, taking advantage of the vast night, Wang Ping disappeared into the deep forest near the Shangqing faction.

In a valley about three thousand miles away from the Shangqing Sect, a young man was sitting cross-legged in front of a campfire, his eyes shining with a cold light.

It's really strange these days, we know that Wang Ping must be nearby, but I can't find it, as if the world has evaporated, which makes us a little helpless, and even wonder if Wang Ping is really here.

They would never have thought that Wang Ping would go to a forbidden place like Siguo Cliff, which is absolutely impossible for a normal person, because no one can come out of Siguo Cliff, even the holy masters of the ancient families and major sects who have inherited a long time dare not enter, Wang Ping can enter the nameless desert island, which proves that his cultivation is definitely under the realm of Jindan.

How long has it been? Even if Wang Ping cultivates hard, he will definitely not be able to reach the Jindan realm, and it can be said that it is easy for his people to kill Wang Ping, and sending so many people is simply a big fuss.

Sent out from Shangqing, Wang Ping went straight to this small valley three thousand miles away, Lin Meng told him that one of them was here, he knew, but he was not the opponent of the other party, so he could only accept it.

"I have no intention of becoming a sect ancestor, and I don't want to start a sect, but you force me to do so, so I have no choice but to establish my own forces."

Three thousand miles, for Wang Ping, who has mastered the pattern of killing the emperor, is nothing at all, the light under his feet flickered, and the pattern of Wang Ping was not a distance at all.

Thousands of miles of land, shrunk between square inches, this is just a use of the innate Dao pattern, and the next step is to depict the array, shuttling thousands of miles away.

Two hours later, Wang Ping came to a hill above the valley and looked down at a qiē in the valley.

"You finally showed up, and I thought you were dead? You're Wang Ping, right? ”

The young man in the valley is a disciple of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect, and his own cultivation is at the peak of the Jindan, and he is only one step away from being able to break the Dan into a baby, break into the Yuanying realm, and successfully become a great sage.

This kind of cultivation is very natural, and Wang Ping did not deliberately hide his breath, so he was immediately discovered, and there was a burst of joy in his heart, the sect master once said that as long as Wang Ping was killed, he could officially become the holy son of the Yin Yang Sect and take over the position of the sect master in the future.

They don't think that Wang Ping has much ability, and they think that as long as they make a move, it is not a good deal? So I didn't take Wang Ping in my eyes at all.

After flying up, the young man found that Wang Ping only had the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, and he laughed wildly, he couldn't understand how he couldn't understand how he had killed the Yin and Yang Holy Son after cultivating for so long to reach the middle stage of foundation building?

"Yes, I'm Wang Ping, who are you? Waiting for me here? ”

Although Wang Ping knew that the young man in front of him was the alternate saint son of the Yin Yang Sect, but the alternate saint son was ten at once, and the ghost knew who he was?

"My name is Rong Tianxiang, so to speak, I am waiting for you, because if I kill you, I will be the next Yin Yang Sect Master."

Rong Tianxiang looked back and forth around Wang Ping, and said: "See for yourself, do you hand over all the treasures by yourself, and then break it yourself, or let me do it, torture and die, and all your things will be mine after death." ”

"You're so sure you're going to eat me? Things are accidental, don't be happy too early, be careful to be happy and sad. ”

Wang Ping's smile did not decrease, as if he was chatting with a good friend, in fact, he was waiting, he wanted to attract all the other alternate holy sons, and then catch them all in one go, saving trouble.

"It's really hard for me to think of what else you have to do? In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless, it can only make your death more painful. ”

Rong Tianxiang didn't want to waste time, because the candidate for the Holy Son with him was also nearby, and if he heard the news, it would probably not be easy for him to monopolize this credit.

With the sound, Rong Tianxiang made a move, and slapped Wang Ping's Tianling Gai fiercely, and there were yin and yang qi swirling in the palm, which was similar to Wang Ping's dantian and the Taiji diagram in each acupoint.