Although there are many people in the Demon Refining Pot now, they are actually Wang Ping's subordinates, that is, the current Chongling Sword Clan and the Dark Demonic Dragon Clan.
Let’s not talk about the two Lich clans. The Zhantian Beast Clan did not submit to Wang Ping, and they had a cooperative relationship with Wang Ping at best.
The Zhan Tian Beast Clan came to refine the demon pot because they were fooled into it by Wang Ping.
However, it cannot be said that in terms of cultivation environment, the current demon refining pot is countless times better than that in the ancient times.
Treasures from ancient times, all kinds of things have been looted over the years.
Although there are still some things being born, they have never been able to keep up with the speed of use by all living beings.
The Demon Refining Pot space is different. By developing the space, you can develop various treasures.
In addition, treasures have begun to be born in those spaces that have been developed.
Xian'er specially protected these treasures from others.
It is doomed to be irrational to fish when the lake is exhausted.
Before she matures, Xian'er will never let anyone touch her.
After eating and drinking in the Demon Refining Pot for several days, Wang Ping slipped out.
Wang Ping's cultivation had already reached its limit. Although he had swallowed the flesh of a quasi-sage and saint-level snake, he had not broken through.
Everything is turned into energy and deposited in the body. When Wang Ping breaks through to the saint, it will help Wang Ping reach a higher realm.
Wang Ping and Jian Ling appeared above Hantan, and there was no one nearby.
Without further ado, Jian Ling took Wang Ping and continued to go deeper.
"He showed up. It's strange. Where did he go before?"
Deep underground, a vague voice sounded.
Where the sound was, a large patch of red hair spread and swayed slightly, giving people a very strange feeling.
Wang Ping and Jian Ling walked forward, and after a while, they arrived in front of a big mountain.
To be precise, it is a large mountain that has been hollowed out, allowing access to the back.
Although it is said to be in an abyss, the bottom of this abyss is not flat, but has various terrains like the ground.
Just as Wang Ping and Jian Ling appeared, there was a burst of rushing sounds, and many figures appeared in front of them.
The figure looks like a bat, or simply a bat that has grown many times larger.
Behind these bats, there is a pair of blood-red wings.
These bats looked so ferocious that Wang Ping instantly lost all intention of subduing them.
These people in front of them are undoubtedly another race in the Great Desolate Abyss, the Bloodwing Bat Tribe.
According to Jian Ling, the blood-winged bat clan is not a good thing. In the past, they often bullied other clans and killed people at every turn.
Moreover, these bloodwing bats have a hobby, that is, they love to humiliate and curse people.
"A girl from the Chongling Sword Clan?"
Before Wang Ping could speak, a member of the Bloodwing Bat tribe flew out and stared at Jian Ling, grinning strangely.
The confused Wang Ping scratched his head. These guys' IQs are a bit off. Can't you see that Jian Ling is very strong?
The people from the Bloodwing Bat Clan who appeared were not very strong.
"court death!"
Jian Ling was a saint after all, how could he accept such humiliation? He pointed a sword and cut the speaking Bloodwing Bat Clan person in two.
The other members of the Bloodwing Bat Clan were stunned for a moment, and in shock and anger, they all cursed in as many words as they wanted.
Jian Ling, whose eyes flashed with coldness, was of course not polite, and slashed them all with his sword.
In the past, she might have been afraid, but now, she has nothing to fear.
In the Demon Refining Pot, Wang Ping had already passed all the sword moves on his body to the people of the Chongling Sword Clan.
Although Jian Ling has not learned it yet, she is not afraid of the Bloodwing Bat Clan.
Although there are two saints in the Bloodwing Bat Clan, she also has Wang Ping, a young master who can fight against saints.
Furthermore, the Chongling Sword Clan has been included in Wang Ping's magic weapon. Even if he cannot defeat the Blood-Winged Bat Clan, there is no need to worry about retaliation.
"People inside, get out, your death has come."
Wang Ping condensed a ball of light and threw it into the mountain.
The ball of light exploded with a bang, and amid the roars of curses, people from the Bloodwing Bat Clan appeared one after another.
At the head are two big bats two to three feet long. One of them has golden veins on his body and his eyes are also golden.
One has silver veins on his body and silver eyes.
"That one is the Golden Winged Bat King, that one is the Silver Winged Bat King, especially the Golden Winged Bat King, he is very strong."
Beside Wang Ping, Jian Ling reminded him with a solemn expression.
Nodding, Wang Ping said: "Actually, it just feels like that."
Wang Ping and Jian Ling did not hide their words intentionally, and both the Golden Winged Bat King and the Silver Winged Bat King heard the sound.
Seeing Wang Ping looking down on them so much, the Silver Winged Bat King was furious, his eyes flashing with coldness.
"Ignorant idiot, are you looking for death?"
Wang Ping's face turned dark and he said angrily: "Go away, can you use civilized language and stop spewing excrement?"
When it came to bickering, Wang Ping asked himself that he would not lose to a bat, otherwise it would be an embarrassment to the army of time travellers.
Hearing what Wang Ping said about him, the Silver-Winged Bat King became angry and prepared to take action directly.
But before the Silver Winged Bat King could take action, the Golden Winged Bat King stopped him first.
Staring at Wang Ping with slightly narrowed eyes, the Golden Winged Bat King said: "Are you the outsider? You destroyed the Nine Nether Snake Clan?"
"So what, those big snakes taste good, stew them all in one pot, but you might as well forget them, they can't be eaten."
Wang Ping replied carelessly, with a look of contempt on his face.
The Silver-Winged Bat King was angry: "You idiot looking for death, do you look down on us?"
"Again, can you talk nicely? I just look down on you. What's wrong? I'm talking as if you can eat it. Even if you can eat it, I won't eat it."
Wang Ping looked at Silver Winged Bat King happily, and then counterattacked lightly.
The furious Silver Winged Bat King couldn't help but want to take action again, but was stopped by the Golden Winged Bat King.
Looking at Wang Ping, the Golden-winged Bat King wondered: "Are you only at the peak of a quasi-sage?"
"Yes, it's impossible to become a saint outside now, and I haven't been able to break through."
Wang Ping smiled and nodded. This golden bat was not stupid, and he was not impulsive enough to fight directly.
His eyes flashed, and the Golden Winged Bat King asked: "How was the Nine Nether Snake Clan wiped out?"
"Well, they committed suicide. They said they thought I was too good. They were ashamed of themselves and felt they had no shame in living in this world."
Wang Ping said with a playful laugh.
Hearing Wang Ping's words, Jian Ling was stunned. The young master is the young master, and his face is really invincible.
However, Jian Ling still admired Wang Ping very much, because Jian Ling could come up with such nonsense, but Jian Ling could not think of it.
In my mind, the system that was just about to send out the task twitched, and I was wailing in my heart.
The host goes further and further down the road of shamelessness and pretense.
"Suicide, do you think I'm stupid?"
Hearing Wang Ping's teasing words, the Golden Winged Bat King's expression turned cold.
Although he was a little worried about whether Wang Ping and Jian Ling had any trump cards, he couldn't bear it when he saw Wang Ping treating him like a fool.
He didn't believe that a small quasi-sage, even if he had the means, could do nothing to him.
There must be other reasons for the destruction of the Nine Nether Snake Clan.
Maybe Jian Ling used the Chongling Sword Clan’s trump card.
Thinking of this, the Golden Winged Bat King with cold eyes suddenly chose to take action.
