Every alternate Holy Son is the pride of the sky, and it is not worse than the real Holy Son, only the physique is different, Rong Tianxiang is also a yin and yang body, but the blood is not pure, otherwise the position of the Holy Son is his.

At the beginning, it was also cultivated in the way of the Holy Son, in addition to the mental method of this sect, there are other inheritances, but these inheritances are extremely secret, and few people know about them except for the parties concerned.

"Bang!"

Wang Ping waved his palms to greet him, and in an instant, the battle spirit reached its peak, and the momentum soared, faintly having the posture of peerless heavenly pride, this is the essence passed down by Ling Zhantian, a person can lose anything in battle, but the momentum cannot be lost.

"Ah......h

Rong Tianxiang hugged his right hand and screamed, and quickly retreated back, with a shocked face, his entire right hand was deformed, and his metacarpal bones were shattered.

With the power of one palm, the cultivator at the peak of Jindan was disabled, Wang Ping's confidence doubled, the physical body tempered by the heavenly thunder was already comparable to a magic weapon, Ling Zhantian was right, after the physical body was practiced to the extreme, there was no need for a magic weapon at all, and ordinary magic weapons could be broken with one punch.

"Who are you? How can there be such combat power? ”

Rong Tianxiang really couldn't believe that Wang Ping, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, could cross two great realms and injure himself, this is unscientific, it must be someone else's impersonation, using secret methods to hide his cultivation, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"I am Wang Ping, believe it or not, I am Wang Ping."

With one successful move, Wang Ping launched a thunderous attack, his blood was like a rainbow, and the divine power of ice and fire was entangled and blasted towards Rong Tianxiang, wanting to take him down in one go.

"Hmph, don't think I don't have the goods! If you want to beat me, you can't do it! ”

was careless for a while, suffered a big loss, Rong Tianxiang immediately faced the opponent, whether this person was Wang Ping or not, even if it was not, it must have a deep relationship with him, Rong Tianxiang decided to make a trick.

With a movement of his mind, he sacrificed a jade bottle and sprayed out ten thousand rays of light, each of which pierced through a qiē like a peerless heavenly sword.

Brush!

Wang Ping knew that it was not good the moment the jade bottle appeared, and as soon as his feet moved, his body left an afterimage in the same place, and moved out thirty meters horizontally, which was able to avoid the strafing of the glow.

This is much more powerful than a bullet, and the mountain where Wang Ping was standing just now was swept away by the glow of the sun, and the hollows were bright before and after.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? How can it be so powerful? Wang Ping was shocked, why was the Yin Yang Sect so rich? Everyone who travels has a magic weapon in their hands that is enough to shock the world.

It is not difficult to judge from the glow of this jade bottle that this magic weapon is also a great sage in the realm of refining the void, and it is very likely to be a magic weapon handed down from ancient times.

"Fourth, why did you even sacrifice the glow bottle? It's too much of a fuss, isn't it? ”

When the voice first sounded, it was still far away, and when the sound fell, the person also arrived, a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a leopard's head and eyes, a slight mustache on his mouth, and a pair of eyes that always shot a fierce light.

This person is extremely dangerous, and there is a kind of murderous intent in his eyes that makes people palpitate, and he is definitely a ruthless person.

"Wang Ping!"

The man saw Wang Ping hiding in the distance at a glance, his eyes twitched suddenly, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle, and the two essences looked towards Wang Ping as if they were in essence.

"There's a big one!" Wang Ping can deduce from this person's outfit and the conversation with Rong Tianxiang that this young man should also be one of the alternate saints, and in terms of strength, he is only higher than Rong Tianxiang.

"You're also a Son-in-Waiting? I want to know, where did I, Wang Ping, offend you, and why do you have to kill me? ”

Wang Ping pretended to be stupid, he knew that the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect was hanging in his hands, and now the corpse was sacrificed into a puppet by himself and was still honestly staying in the storage bag.

"Don't think that what you do is very secret, no one will know, sue you, there are still many things you don't know in this world, hand over the body of our Holy Son, I can consider letting you suffer less sin, otherwise you will be drained of your soul and let you suffer from purgatory forever."

The young man almost made Wang Ping's words angry, and now except for himself, who doesn't know that the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect was killed by him? In front of the bitter master, he was still pretending to be stupid, it was simply too hateful.

"Oh, you mean that thing that doesn't make it? It was killed by me, but he was to blame, and everyone also had an agreement at the beginning, life and death on a nameless desert island, if they were all like your Yin Yang Sect to seek revenge afterwards, then what was the meaning of the original agreement? ”

Wang Ping said while preparing his own nirvana, he can barely kill one person, and it is a bit dangerous for two people to appear at the same time, but Wang Ping knows that there are still seven people outside, if you don't attract them all, there will be a battle sooner or later, since the killing ring is opened, then simply play a big one, let the Yin Yang Sect know that he is not easy to provoke, and if he sends someone to attack and kill him in the future, he must also weigh it.

"Don't talk nonsense, the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect is not comparable to you as a casual cultivator, since you have done it, you have to pay the price for your actions."

"That's right, do you think you're a descendant of some ancient family? Dare to bargain with the Yin-Yang Sect? ”

"What do you have to say to him, suppress it directly, extract the living soul, and see how he killed the Holy Son? This man has a strange nature, and he must have a lot of secrets on him. ”

Rong Tianxiang impatiently urged his eldest brother to make a move, although the top ten alternate holy sons are all hardcore members of the Yin Yang Sect, but there is also cruel competition between them, after all, there is only one sect master.

"You remember, you died at the hands of Su Huanyu, don't forget when you get to the underworld."

Su Huanyu came over to Wang Ping with one palm, the power of yin and yang was like opening the heavens and the earth, exuding the power of destruction, and the nearby aura was emptied with one palm.

Wang Ping's battle intent was Ling Tian, with one enemy and two, the dantian Taiji diagram rotated rapidly, the power of ice and fire was like an ocean, and a tsunami-like sound came out in his body, with a long roar, and a slap to meet it.

"Big brother be careful, this person's body is terrifying......"

Rong Tianxiang and Wang Ping slapped each other, knowing that his body was strong, and his divine power was unfathomable, and seeing that the palms of the two were about to collide together, he reminded him.

He has his own plans, he suffered a loss at Wang Ping's hands, and simply let Su Huanyu suffer a loss, so that everyone will be even, and no one can laugh at anyone.

The reason why he reminded him was that he was also terrifying, and he used black Jiao's blood to wash his body every day, which was comparable to a wild beast, and the more he said this, the more unconvinced he became.

Sure enough, Su Huanyu snorted coldly, increased the output of divine power, did not dodge or dodge, and still went to Wang Pinggai, he had to suppress Wang Ping in his body, so that he could have a greater sense of accomplishment.