To be honest, Wang Ping was a little confused.
Doesn't it mean that to become a saint in today's prehistoric times, you need to practice the method of killing three corpses of heaven?
That's not right. It's useless to practice this method now. Heaven no longer wants to allow other people to become saints.
With the saints of today's prehistoric times, Heaven has found that they are enough.
Since it has nothing to do with the way of heaven, how did the person from the Chongling Sword Clan in front of him reach the saint level?
Wang Ping knew that even if Pangu became a saint and used the method of proving the Tao through force, he still needed to refine the chaos energy.
The matter of sanctification is not that simple. In addition to achieving strength, other conditions are also required.
Refining the original energy between heaven and earth is one of the conditions.
Such as Hongmeng Purple Qi, Chaos Qi, Yin and Yang Qi, Five Elements Qi, etc.
"That means people have this energy in their hands, isn't it okay?"
The system voice came out and said speechlessly.
Wang Ping was stunned: "But even those guys from the Zhantian Beast Clan haven't become saints. The Zhantian Beast Clan seems to be very cool."
"Host, you haven't seen that the pandas you met were actually abandoned by the Zhantian Beast Clan."
"As for the Chongling Sword Clan in front of us, they are not the seeds left behind by the Chongling Sword Clan. Isn't it strange to leave some innate energy in them?"
Listening to what the system said, Wang Ping's expression froze.
The pandas he kept in the demon refining pot were actually abandoned, no wonder.
However, although the opponent was at the saint level, Wang Ping was not afraid at all.
He had done it to Hongjun before, and he didn't believe that the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan in front of him could be stronger than Hongjun.
"I'm really just looking for someone, what do you mean?"
Wang Ping frowned and looked at the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan and said with a frown.
No nonsense, the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan suddenly made a move.
A sharp sword light pierced the sky and struck Wang Ping on the head.
With a slight grunt, Wang Ping exploded the sword energy with one punch without dodging.
Now his body has reached the limit of the quasi-sage peak.
I am afraid that even the ancient gods who were at the peak of their quasi-sage period would not have the physical body that Wang Ping had at this time.
Hongjun couldn't help but couldn't help Wang Ping's body. The Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan in front of him was obviously not as good as Hongjun, so naturally he couldn't help Wang Ping.
"you……"
Looking at Wang Ping blankly, the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan was stunned.
Although she just struck casually, it was blocked by a guy who was not a saint. Was there any mistake?
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan spoke to Wang Ping in that tone precisely because he felt that Wang Ping was not a saint.
But she didn't expect that Wang Ping was far stronger than she thought.
When Wang Ping and Chong Lingjian Clan's saint took action, the Gouwu Clan old man's face showed a smile.
"Are we going to fight? Boy, you are strong, but facing a saint, you can only die."
Compared to the old man of the Gouwu tribe, the other members of the Gouwu tribe were more excited and cheered one by one.
Wang Ping had killed many of their clansmen before, and they hated Wang Ping deeply.
"It is detected that the host is encountering the Chongling Sword Clan, please make a choice."
"First, explain the misunderstanding and ask the Chongling Sword Clan to let the host pass and reward him with a Golden Body Pill."
"Two, go ahead and kill the Chongling Sword Clan and reward them with a Time Fruit."
"Third, defeat the Chongling Sword Clan and subdue this clan, and be rewarded with a time accelerator of five hundred years."
The system voice appeared and issued a task to Wang Ping.
After listening and comparing, Wang Ping chose the third one.
It is of course impossible to explain anything.
If the explanation was useful, the Chongling Sword Clan would have let Wang Ping pass just now.
Even though Wang Ping has shown his strength now, it is not that simple to get these Spirit-Sword Clan to let him go.
Furthermore, considering the attitude of the people from the Chongling Sword Clan just now, it would not be embarrassing to explain it to him as fellow Taoist Brother Ping.
The other two options are to annihilate and to conquer.
Fellow Taoist brother Ping just likes to fight, and he is not a heinous butcher.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible to kill them, but it is only possible to conquer them.
When the time comes, there will be a lot of space for him to work and develop for free in the Demon Refining Pot, which makes him proud just thinking about it.
No, it can't be said to be free. Wang Ping paid for it, and the treasures developed belong to himself. Wang Ping never wanted them.
The key is of course the reward. The reward for conquering is something Wang Ping likes.
After understanding the rewards of the two options, Wang Ping murmured and frowned.
"System, are you fooling me, the host? The rewards for the other two options are actually very powerful treasures of heaven and earth. Why do they feel so unusual?"
Wang Ping's eyes flashed slightly and he asked the system.
The system was speechless: "The Golden Body Pill strengthens the physical body, and the Time Fruit increases lifespan. Do you want a host?"
"Well, pretend I didn't say anything. Host, I'm going to beat that woman down."
His face stiffened, and the corners of Wang Ping's mouth twitched.
Now that his Taoist brother Ping is physically invincible and has endless longevity, those two rewards are indeed useless to him.
No longer talking nonsense with the system, Wang Ping took the initiative to rush forward in the stunned eyes of the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan.
"You attack me, it's my turn to attack. I want you to know how powerful I am."
Wang Ping said with a slight snort.
While speaking, a large furnace formed in Wang Ping's hand and was turned upside down towards the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan.
The Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan with an extremely ugly face said: "Ignorance, all become ants once they become saints, you are just a stronger ant."
"Ah, that's because you have little knowledge. Brother Ping, fellow Taoist, I will let you know right now. Even if I, fellow Taoist Brother Ping, am an ant, I can still be considered an ant as big as a giant dragon."
Wang Ping sneered, and a river of blood emerged, with densely packed blood swords slashing out of it.
Although he said he looked down on Wang Ping, in his heart he didn't dare to look down on the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan.
Especially after Wang Ping took action, the faces of the saints from the Chongling Sword Clan became extremely solemn.
Today's Wang Ping doesn't have as many worries as outsiders. He can't only display the strength of the early Quasi-Saint at this moment.
The huge furnace was pressed down, and the terrifying power inside seemed to hold the world inside for refining.
Not to mention anything else, just that posture made the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan look very ugly.
The sword shadow flashed and struck the stove with a rumble. The stove became more illusory and did not break.
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan, whose pupils shrank, had no choice but to strike again.
A guy who is at the pinnacle of a quasi-sage actually has more powerful magic power than her. It has to be said that the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan is very confused.
But at this time, it was too late to think too much, the river of blood was coming.
Sword shadows criss-crossed, and sharp sword energy struck.
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan did not dare to neglect. He also swung his sword, slashing out countless sword shadows and colliding with Wang Ping's blood sword.
When making a move, the Saint from the Spirit Sword Clan is very confident and cannot guarantee it compared to others. However, in a sword competition, she from the Spirit Sword Clan will definitely not lose, especially when the opponent is a quasi-peak Saint.
However, the result of the collision between swords was that the sword energy of the Chongling Sword Clan saint was no match for Wang Ping's sword energy.
Individually speaking, Wang Ping's sword energy is not as good as his own, but he can't help but have more sword energy!
And every blood sword carries a power that dissolves everything.
The surging river of blood rushed through, and the saints of the Chongling Sword Clan were suppressed and retreated steadily.
The people of the Chongling Sword Clan who were watching behind were shocked. Their saint seemed to be defeated by the quasi-sage at the peak?
