"There is no difference between good and evil in this world, human evil is evil!" Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh.

"If you go to the front, you may know how the Transformation Pill is refined." Mo Tianyi's tone was full of sighs, and the loss of the refining method of the Transformation Pill made her not feel very good.

Wang Ping put down the jade box in his hand and prepared to go to the front to take a look.

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps approached, and Wang Ping heard the sound and hurriedly hid in an inconspicuous corner.

Soon, a man in black walked in, his face was a little gloomy, and he seemed to be a little unhappy.

As for cultivation, it is only the appearance of the early stage of foundation building, and the other party's cultivation is a little vain, giving people a cotton-like feeling, in short, the feeling to Wang Ping is that it is not too strong!

The man in black walked to the center of the room and put many boxes into the Qiankun bag, apparently to fetch the Yin Spirit Grass.

Wang Ping was equal for a while, and found that there was no one behind this person, so Wang Ping carefully took out Fang Yan's Qingyun small sword, and under the control of spiritual sense, the Qingyun small sword turned into a blue light, flashing from the neck of the man in black.

"It's done!" Wang Ping withdrew the Qingyun sword in his hand and put it into the Qiankun ring.

The man in black was stunned, and then stood in place like a wooden chicken.

The man in black opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, and at the neck, a red blood line appeared, and the next moment, the head of the man in black rolled down from his neck.

In the early days of killing the foundation, is it so simple? Wang Ping couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Maybe Qingyun's sword is too sharp, right? It's the best magic weapon.

Wang Ping pressed on the opponent's head with one hand, intending to use the soul searching technique taught by Mo Tianyi to see if he could learn some key information, but he did not find that the opponent's soul had any signs of leaving the body.

Wang Ping's brows furrowed slightly, and the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Soul moved slightly, directly extracting the soul of the other party!

A phantom soon appeared in Wang Ping's hand, and Wang Ping searched for the soul directly, but before Wang Ping could get any information, the soul dissipated in Wang Ping's hands under the impact of Wang Ping's spiritual sense.

"What's going on?" Wang Ping was very puzzled, this is gone?

Wang Ping could only shake his head helplessly, dragged the corpse to the corner, and then changed into a black dress, put away the mask, and tied up his hair.

In this dark temple of the incarnation, his appearance looked somewhat similar to that of the dead man.

"This place is darkly lit, as long as you don't look carefully, you shouldn't be able to find it, right?" Wang Ping also saw that the dead man in black was almost the same height and size as himself, so he wanted to pretend to be the other party.

Wang Ping put away the other party's Qiankun bag, walked out of the corridor, and walked towards the depths.

As soon as he walked out not far away, a voice suddenly came from the door of the room not far away: "Yin Seventeen, what's the matter with you?" I asked you to take some Yin Spirit Grass, why did it take so long? The man's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

Wang Ping didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the other party would hear the clue, and was ready to get close to the other party and kill him.

"What are you still grinding with? Don't hurry up yet, the Dharma Protector is waiting. The voice was impatient.

Wang Ping lowered his head and trotted over.

Just as Wang Ping was about to make a move, he found that the man turned around and walked towards the room, and in the room, there were many black iron cages, those iron cages were more than a person high, and there were many monks locked in them.

Around the iron cage, there were many black-clothed men guarding, and there were quite a few of them, including a few monks in the early stage of foundation building, but the cultivation of these monks was vain, and they didn't seem to be like normal foundation building monks.

Most of the monks in the iron cage were qi cultivators, men and women, old and young, each of them had scars of different sizes, and their hands and feet were tied to black iron chains.

Some of the monks in the cage were dying, and they looked like they were about to die, and some were even dead.

When one of the monks groaned in pain, the black-clothed monks around the cage would whip them with the long black whip in their hands, so that they did not dare to speak, or even speak.

When Wang Ping saw this scene, he was shocked beyond measure.

In the dimly lit black room, hundreds of monks were imprisoned!

In the black iron cage, many women's clothes were mostly torn, their eyes were hollow, and they sat in the iron cage like walking corpses, and it was obvious that they had been subjected to inhuman treatment.

In Wang Ping's view, in this dark room, the darkest should be the human heart.

Wang Ping's heart was full of murderous intent, and he even wanted to kill these black-clothed monks desperately and save these people.

But Wang Ping gritted his teeth and held back!

"Yin Seventeen, what are you doing there? Why don't you come over now? The urging voice sounded again.

Wang Ping lowered his head and walked through the corridor in the center of the room, and the people in black on both sides didn't even pay attention to Wang Ping.

On both sides of the aisle were black iron cages, and at the end of the aisle, in front of a black iron door, was the black-clothed monk who urged Wang Ping.

The blackfriar had a fierce face, a stubble on his face, and was about forty years old, with a somewhat yellowish face.

"It's slow!" As he spoke, the man turned and took out a large black key, opened the black iron door, and walked inside.

Wang Ping lowered his head and followed the man in.

When Wang Ping entered the back of the iron gate, he saw a long aisle, and on both sides of the aisle, there were pitch-black iron doors.

It was clear that the monks were locked behind these iron gates.

The man in black waited for Wang Ping to come in, and closed the iron door behind him again, apparently to prevent the people inside from escaping.

The man in black turned around and saw that Wang Ping was still in place, and said in a very impatient tone: "What are you doing?" Why don't you get people out in a hurry? ”

There are so many rooms here, how does Wang Ping know who to bring?

"Huh!" Wang Ping suddenly raised his head and looked behind the man, his mouth was shocked, as if he saw something incredible, and the man in black turned his head curiously.

Wang Ping seized the opportunity, held the Qingyun small sword, and slashed directly at the opponent's neck.

Qingyun's small sword slashed at the neck of the man in black, and Wang Ping was overjoyed.

However, Qingyun's small sword slashed into three points, but the man in black reacted and rolled to the side.

Wang Ping secretly said that it was a pity that he couldn't kill the other party with a sword!

However, Wang Ping also seemed to understand something, the cultivation of the man in black in front of him was different from the foundation building monks he had seen before, and the cultivation of the other party did not have that kind of vain taste.

"Those monks outside should have used the Transformation Divine Pill to enter the Foundation Building Realm, but the one in front of me has actually cultivated to the Foundation Building Realm!" Wang Ping said secretly in his heart.

Mo Tianyi had told him before that the Transformation God Pill could help the monk break through the foundation building and enter the Golden Pill! It has the power to break through the realm, so it only needs to dissolve the Divine Pill in water, and many people can take it, and you can also let the Qi Cultivation enter the foundation.