"What about cultivators, even if it's a tiger, I have to pull out two teeth for you!" Lu Bang thought to himself, and as soon as he bit his finger hard, blood oozed out.

"I don't know where the cultivator will go when he dies, so I have to ask this cultivator to go down and see if he is also going to the Netherworld!" Lu Bang sneered twice, dripping blood onto a crimson jade pendant on his waist.

In the blink of an eye, the jade pendant formed a fire spirit ball the size of a half-human head, which was similar to the fire spirit ball formed by the rune paper given by the Spiegel Daoist in the past, but the Spiegel Daoist's one was far more violent than the current one.

Seeing this, He Ping only called it bad, he never thought that the body protection jade pendant of this fire line was different from that of the earth line, and it could form an attack spell on its own, and this fire spirit ball burned so wildly, even if it was not at the beginning. The fire spirit ball on the rune paper was extremely powerful, but it was by no means something He Ping could resist now.

"Pro!" Lu Bang shouted, and the huge fire spirit ball flew towards He Ping, the extremely high temperature illuminated the surroundings brightly, and the air seemed to be burned hot by this fire spirit ball.

The fire spirit ball was unavoidable, and He Ping had to use all his strength to condense the wood spirit ball, wanting to try to use the wood spirit ball to resist this fire spirit ball.

But the power of this fire spirit ball was not much different from that released by the fire cultivator in the middle stage of qi refining, and the wood spirit ball that He Ping had condensed with all his strength could only delay it for a moment before it was burned into pure wood spirit qi.

"Inject more! More!" He Ping panicked as he watched the Fire Spirit Ball get closer and closer.

In the end, it is said that at the moment of life and death, there is a great creation, and the wood spirit ball that has been restricting He Ping's injection of aura by one percent has broken through bizarrely at this moment, and it was not until He Ping injected two percent of aura that it reached the top again.

The wood spirit ball infused with two percent of the aura is already dark cyan, and the size is also larger, and it can be injected with two percent of the aura, and it is already a little accomplished in the wood spirit ball technique, if there is no accident, I am afraid that He Ping will have to spend at least a year or two, and he can only get to this point after mastering it.

Two Cheng Aura Wood Spirit Balls flew towards the Fire Spirit Ball, this time it was finally no longer like when Yicheng Aura was like, and it was burned into Aura by the Fire Spirit Ball at the first touch, but the situation did not develop for the better.

Although the wood spirit ball can still stalemate a little at this time, it is still burned smaller and smaller by the fire spirit ball, since the five elements, the fire spirit ball is originally restrained by the wood spirit, and this fire spirit ball is also made by a monk in the late stage of qi refining, not to mention that the wood spirit ball injected by 20% is definitely not able to resist even 40% of He Ping's injection, and his cultivation is too low now.

Only a moment later, the Wood Spirit Ball was burned clean again, and the Fire Spirit Ball was still flying unstoppably.

At the moment of life and death, He Ping could only mourn in silence, unthinking that the path of cultivation had just begun, and it was about to end.

Maybe it's better not to step into the path of cultivation and go to the imperial examination, or maybe not to come to the cultivation world where the weak eat the strong and deceive, and gradually grow old in the mortal world, and it is more suitable for him not to pursue ethereal immortality.

If you don't go to Yishui, if you don't go to Yishui Mountain...... Then I won't be able to see Zhao Xianglian.

"Rest. He Ping closed his eyes, if there is an afterlife, once he has the opportunity, he will also embark on the path of cultivation again.

The fire aura came to his face, and the scorching wave of qi blew his face red, and finally reached him.

But at this moment, the vision suddenly appeared, as soon as the fire spirit ball touched his body, it melted like ice and snow meeting the red sun, no, it was not dissolved, it was as if it was absorbed, and the entire fire spirit ball turned into a fire spirit qi and went straight into He Ping's heart.

He Ping survived.

He touched his heart, only to feel that there was a hot place, which was actually the night pearl that Zhao Wei'an gave him.

"This thing has completely absorbed the fire spirit ball?" He Ping was very puzzled in his heart, but if it weren't for the effect of the Night Pearl, he would definitely have been burned to ashes at this moment, and his body would have disappeared.

Everyone was speechless by this series of twists and turns, originally thinking that although He Ping was an immortal, he would also be buried under the fire spirit ball, but He Ping was unharmed, which also made them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Impossible! How can you be fine!" Seeing that this blow had done nothing, Lu Bang's eyes widened and he shouted.

"Although I also want to tell you why I'm fine," He Ping shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, I don't know, maybe you ask Hades and he will tell you why." ”

The body protection spirit shield had turned into a fire spirit ball, and at this moment, there was no protection around the Lu Gang's body, He Ping condensed a smaller wood spirit ball and waved it away.

The Lu Gang didn't have such treasures as the Night Pearl, the moment the Wood Spirit Ball hit, his legs had been smashed into rotten flesh, and a large area of blood flowed down, and the severe pain made him scream, and then fainted in pain.

He Ping couldn't kill mortals, so he turned to Zhuang Hao and said, "Brother Zhuang, I'm tired of you!"

Zhuang Hao took a while to react, he was still shocked that He Ping was actually an immortal, and stumbled and said, "Okay, good, He Lao...... He Shangxian!"

Zhuang Hao made a sharp move, stepped forward and hit the head with two punches, and the Lu Gang shook a few times before he died.

He Ping's aura consumption was a little excessive, but he didn't care about resting, and said, "Let's go overnight, there is such a big movement tonight, someone must have gone to ventilate and report the news, presumably the pursuers are already on their way." ”

"Shangxian, please smile at this Quanyuan Sword!" After Zhuang Hao killed the Lu Gang, he naturally habitually felt out the relics on his body, except for the Quanyuan Sword and a few ingots of silver, and a jade plate, there was nothing else.

That jade plaque is not a treasure in the cultivation world, it is only engraved with two big characters "Lu Gang", which does not contain aura, and is only used for passage.

He Ping couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhuang Hao's respectful appearance, and said, "Brother Zhuang doesn't have to be like this, although I am a cultivator, I can't be called an immortal, you and I are still the same as before." ”

"As for this Fountain Sword, I won't use the sword, you just accept it!"

"No!" Yan Yan heard that he was about to accept the sword, and immediately said, "Shangxian Mo wants to blame, but this sword cannot be collected, there is a mark on the sword, if you take this sword, Mo Lao Gou can find us very easily." ”

"I see!" He Ping nodded and said, "Then leave the sword here." ”

"Don't stay, don't stay!" Zhuang Hao smiled and said, "Look at me." ”

With that, Zhuang Hao trotted a few steps with his sword, ran to another residence, and threw the sword into the cesspool.

"They can find it, and it's not easy to take this sword!" Zhuang Hao is a wonderful person, this kind of idea is really strange.

Except for the Lu Gang, the rest of the people were naturally killed a long time ago, leaving only a few horses to neigh here, He Ping and the others were afraid that these horses would also have marks, so they didn't dare to ride, so they buried a few people and hurriedly went on the road.

At the moment of escape, it is naturally impossible to set up a carriage, the speed is too slow, but there is one less horse, Miss Yan has to share a horse with He Ping, not to mention that Miss Yan's physical condition is like this, even if she can have one more, she will never be able to ride it by herself.

He Ping held Miss Yan in one hand and pulled the reins in the other, she seemed to be a little shy, her body was stiff and stiff, she didn't dare to move, she only looked down at the ground.

He Ping has also experienced such a situation, and he only felt a little blushing, but he couldn't manage so much to escape, and the group fled at night.

Until dawn.