Most cultivators are relatively proud, because in the process of cultivation, the divine power will continue to refine their physical bodies, plus the improvement of some reborn medicines, every cultivator has a body quality that is beyond ordinary people, so they don't believe that their physical bodies are worse than others.

The person who followed Mo Chuan to find him a place was also a cultivator who was extremely strong in pure strength, and he was a reckless cultivator in his own right, and he was known for his strength, so he had to be superior to Wang Ping's ice and fire body.

Relying on his cultivation to be stronger than Mo Chuan, that man was defenseless at all, and directly pulled at Wang Ping's face, trying to completely defeat Wang Ping in pure strength, thus destroying his confidence.

"Powerful power is not only for you, but also for others!"

Although the cultivator looked down on Wang Ping in words, he didn't dare to hold it up, and he also understood the truth that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

Wang Ping's face was unwavering, and there was not a trace of ripples in his heart, in his eyes, these people were no longer opponents.

Feeling the inheritance of killing the emperor, Wang Ping has a qualitative change in both his vision and strength, he is no longer the original Wang Ping, but a ruthless person who will do whatever it takes for his own ends.

I can't say whether this change has changed for the better or worse, it can only be said that the current Wang Ping is more suitable for surviving in this treacherous divine realm.

Treating enemies, especially those who have killing intent towards themselves, mercy is the greatest stupidity, and it is also the greatest cruelty to oneself, which is the lesson of killing the emperor with countless hands and betrayal.

In the face of absolute interests, even the closest people are likely to betray you, let alone people with average relationships, or even enemies?

When Wang Ping realized this, he sighed, when he was on the earth, he enjoyed those palace fighting scenes, the prince seized the heir, his biological brother killed himself, Wu Zetian personally covered his own daughter for the sake of the superior, this qiē was originally a story to read, and he understood at that moment that it was not only a story, but also a valuable experience handed down by his predecessors with their lives.

At this moment, Wang Ping's murderous heart is blazing, he was still hesitating when he let Mo Chuan go last time, this kind of cruelty is really a bit of a psychological distortion flavor, but now, Xiaocao's matter proves that killing the emperor is right, those who try to deal with you don't care how you feel, they want you to be in pain.

The body flashed strangely, everyone's eyes were flowered, and they didn't see any movement of Wang Ping at all, and there was no trace of him in front of them, and then, a miserable scream came, Wang Ping was already standing not far from them with his hands in his hands, and the cultivator who thought he could compete with Wang Ping in the flesh had been torn apart.

No one saw how Wang Ping made his move, even Jin Jiao only became stronger, and saw a light blue shadow coming behind the man at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, followed by the man's screams.

"What?"

"How so?"

Mo Chuan and the others' hearts jumped violently, and they didn't know how Wang Ping made a move, and a cultivator who had cultivated to a strong level was killed in seconds.

This kind of result made Mo Chuan feel a little relenting in his heart, don't look at so many people himself, but if he really confronts Wang Ping, I'm afraid it will still be more auspicious, and they will regret their lives.

But now that the arrow has to be sent, the person who was killed by Wang Ping in one move is the son of a general of the Colorful Dynasty, and he can't go back now! Or kidnapped them themselves.

On the surface, Wang Ping won the scenery, but in fact, it was not the case, he was able to kill a great sage in the middle of the Yuan Infant in one move, Wang Ping also paid a lot, and his hands were still trembling, and the spasmodic pain was like drilling his heart, but on his face, those people couldn't see any flaws.

"Let's go up together, kill him to avenge Brother Hao, otherwise we won't be able to explain to Uncle Niu when we go back."

Mo Chuan knew that the people who came with him now were a little frightened, this Wang Ping, who hadn't seen him for a few days, seemed to be a different person, and being targeted by him was as if he was being targeted by a giant beast in the wilderness, and he was uncomfortable.

As he spoke, Mo Chuan retreated twenty or thirty meters, and sacrificed a golden gourd, and in an instant, the gourd became larger, and a large golden flame was sprinkled in midair.

Suddenly, there seemed to be an extra sun in the real square, and the blazing heat burned all the stones in the square, making a crackling sound, not to mention those big trees, which were directly reduced to ashes by the high position.

Jin Jiao shouted, a divine dragon swung its tail, and fled, it itself is a magical power in the water, but those who are good for water will not be good for fire, this is an unbreakable truth.

"Boy, this is the Golden Divine Fire, you kid ask for more blessings, Benlong can't take care of you, I'll flash!"

By the time the last sentence came, Jin Jiao had already left the city and disappeared in an instant.

Wang Ping sensed the danger when the golden gourd appeared, and as soon as his mind moved, a layer of black ancient pagoda appeared above his head, dripping and turning, hanging down ten thousand black lights, protecting Wang Ping strictly below.

When those golden divine fires encountered the Black Ancient Tower, it was as if they had encountered something that naturally restrained them, and they were divided all at once, and they couldn't go up to Wang Ping below at all.

However, this scene Mo Chuan and their beautiful jade puppets saw it alone, and in their eyes, Wang Ping had been engulfed by the golden divine fire.

As one of the five types of Heavenly Fire, the Golden Divine Fire, although ranked last, is also much stronger than some ordinary alien fires, and is an excellent flame for sacrificing holy soldiers.

Wang Ping's heart moved, and he immediately sat down, opened a gap in the black light, and attracted a wisp of golden divine fire to come in, the golden divine fire is worthy of being one of the five kinds of heavenly fire, the temperature is so high that it is incredible, even if Wang Ping's ice and fire body is born to resist fire, it can't withstand the high temperature of Cheng dù, after that wisp of golden divine fire comes in, Wang Ping will immediately have a kind of roasting. The feeling of being dry.

In an instant, Wang Ping almost forced out that wisp of golden divine fire, however, he still gritted his teeth and held back, although the golden divine fire is a kind of heavenly fire, but after all, it is a flame, and his body has been tempered by thunder fire, and he can't bear it if he doesn't believe it.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Ping led the wisp of golden divine fire into his body, and slowly swam along the meridians to the dantian, this kind of pain was simply inhuman, and it was not something that people could bear at all.

This level must be passed!

Wang Ping felt as if he had once again experienced the experience of thunder and fire refining his body, and this time his body was not damaged in any way, but the meridians had turned golden yellow.