In the following time, Wang Ping continued to develop the demon refining pot space.
Time is long, I don’t know how many years.
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained two drops of dragon and phoenix blood essence from the Netherworld."
On this day, the system voice came out and issued a reward to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was stunned and asked uncertainly: "How long has the system lasted for a million years?"
"That's enough, otherwise you think this system will give you rewards at will!"
The system replied disdainfully, did the host take too long to develop and became a fool?
Wang Ping ignored the system's words. When he heard the system's confirmation, Wang Ping was enveloped in a thick surprise.
"Haha, hahahaha."
The next moment, Wang Ping laughed wildly, and the sound spread throughout the Demon Refining Pot.
After receiving the dragon and phoenix essence and blood from the Nether Realm, his fellow Taoist Brother Ping will also become a saint!
When the time comes, everyone will say that he is a fellow Taoist saint, Ping Ge. Think about how much face he will have.
The sudden loud laughter startled everyone in the Demon Refining Pot, and soon a large number of people came running over.
After seeing that it was Wang Ping, everyone was curious and asked what happened.
"It's nothing, it's just that I have tempered to 99%, and finally tried to hit 100%, and then hit the saint."
Wang Ping spoke cheerfully, but did not say anything about the dragon and phoenix essence and blood in the Netherworld.
Because the system also said that everyone's situation in practicing the blood-moving and body-refining art is different.
It's so difficult for him, Wang Ping, mainly because the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique he cultivates is too heaven-defying.
Tempering like others is much easier than for him.
"Brother Ping, fellow Taoist, you can actually try to attack. I have tempered to ninety-nine, but found that the last one percent is very difficult."
At this time, Donghuang Taiyi said leisurely.
The stunned Wang Ping couldn't believe it and asked: "Are you ninety-nine?"
"Yes, it's not just me, many people have arrived and are stuck at the last step. Brother Ping, please tell everyone about your experience."
Dong Huangtai nodded and asked expectantly.
Wang Ping, who was stunned, thought for a while and said: "It may be necessary to use some violent means to stimulate it. Everyone's situation is different."
"Actually, I think so too. I just don't know where there is that kind of violent blood that can help me with the impact."
Donghuang Tai nodded and sighed.
At this time, the system suddenly said: "Host, when you become a saint, give each of them a drop of your blood, which is enough to help them attack the saint. If it is not enough, give a few more drops."
After coming back to his senses, Wang Ping smiled and comforted everyone.
"Don't worry, wait until I become a saint. My blood should be useful to you. Wait for me to break through first."
Asking everyone to step aside, Wang Ping sat cross-legged and dropped two drops of the essence and blood of the dragon and phoenix from the Netherworld into his mouth.
As soon as the blood entered his stomach, an extremely violent energy burst out.
Wang Ping did not dare to neglect, and he was busy running the blood-moving body refining technique to refine these two drops of blood essence.
Compared with the essence and blood that had been refined before, these two drops of essence and blood from the Nether World Dragon and Phoenix were very difficult to refine.
I don't know how much time passed, but Wang Ping finally refined these two drops of blood essence into his blood, bones and skin.
The moment it was refined, Wang Ping felt as if his original body had undergone a qualitative change, and he somehow broke through some bottleneck.
The mana in the body changed from the original solid state to a liquid state again, but there was an extra vortex.
Wang Ping felt it, and the whirlpool was full of spiritual energy. Not only was his mana not less than before, but it was much more.
And Wang Ping felt that he could continue to absorb more spiritual energy now.
"It seems like a breakthrough, but why is there no vision?"
Wang Ping muttered, with a confused look on his face.
The system said: "Because there is no Dao in the Demon Refining Pot, and there are strange phenomena in the Great Desolate Breakthrough, it is because of the original rules set by the Dao."
Wang Ping nodded in astonishment, forget it, if there is no vision, then there is no vision. The breakthrough saint is the real thing.
After feeling his current strength, Wang Ping felt that he was much stronger than before.
But Wang Ping actually didn't know what the specific strength was.
Because the system said that Wang Ping would be able to break through the strength of several rounds at once. Without going through one or two rounds, Wang Ping had no way to compare.
However, Wang Ping felt that in terms of mana alone, he had more powerful mana than the Demon Lord and the Spirit Girl, who were fifth-level saints.
"Host, you are now at the level of a fifth-level saint. Your magic power is already much more powerful than that of the same level."
The system spoke and told Wang Ping his current strength.
After hearing this, Wang Ping grinned with joy. It was expected but also unreasonable.
Wang Ping thought before that it might be three turns, but unexpectedly it was two turns higher than he thought.
I just don’t know what kind of strength Hongjun has now. Can he go out and rub Hongjun?
"There is still a problem with friction. Although you, the host, can fight across levels, if you want to decide the outcome with Hongjun, you will have to fight for hundreds of millions of years!"
The system explained to Wang Ping with a smile, which made Wang Ping's mouth twitch.
It actually takes hundreds of millions of years. Is there anything wrong?
"But now, even if Hongjun uses all his strength and all his means, he still can't host you."
The system spoke cheerfully to encourage Wang Ping.
After hearing this, Wang Ping nodded, quite satisfied.
The system said before that during the last Lich Tribulation, when he fought with Hongjun, Hongjun didn't use his full strength at all, and he didn't know what he was guarding against.
If Hongjun used those methods, he, Wang Ping, would not be able to defeat him and might be rubbed against him.
This time to break through the Saint, Hongjun had no choice but to use all his methods. It can be said that he has made great progress.
"By the way, the system, how strong is Hongjun now?"
Wang Ping thought of something and curiously asked the system.
The system shook its head: "Under the premise that he has not taken action, he cannot feel it, but it is a guess that it will start at ten turns."
"Based on five turns to ten turns, Hongjun is still in tune with the way of heaven. Host, you are actually very, very powerful."
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Hahaha, indeed, the host also thinks I am so powerful. The host I am really a genius."
The speechless system was choked by Wang Ping and kept silent. If he complimented the host a little, the host would drift off. This problem must be corrected by the host!
Hearing Wang Ping's loud laughter, everyone in the Demon Refining Pot ran over again.
Feeling the different aura on Wang Ping's body, Donghuang Taiyi asked uncertainly: "A breakthrough?"
"That's necessary, and I'm a fifth-level saint. Let me ask you, Brother Ping, am I very powerful?"
Wang Ping nodded proudly, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face.
Everyone who was stunned for a moment reacted and congratulated and praised Wang Ping one by one, saying how awesome Wang Ping was.
Wang Ping, who was already a little distracted, couldn't find Bei at all. He boasted that he could drown Hongjun with a spit of spit, collapse the world with a spit, and so on.
Unable to stand the system like Wang Ping's, he was so depressed that he shut himself down.
Everyone who originally admired Wang Ping was dumbfounded by Wang Ping's brilliance and didn't know what to say.
"It's almost enough. People who don't know better think that you can do anything if you break through to become a saint."
Shang Yang, who had an extremely dark face, came over and grabbed Wang Ping's ears.
Wang Ping bared his teeth and shouted, "It hurts, it hurts, Shang Yang, please let go."
After becoming a saint, his body was undoubtedly stronger, but his ears could still feel pain when they were twisted. Wang Ping was so confused that he couldn't do it. Could this be his Achilles' heel?
