Seeing the demon sect monks' majestic appearance, the demon creatures were a little frightened.
"Damn humans, are we really afraid of them?"
"We can't run away. If we fight with them, we will suffer losses, and they will definitely suffer losses as well."
"Yes, if we keep running like this, the other party will definitely think that we are afraid of them."
This time, the demon leader did not order a retreat.
Retreating blindly will really make the Demon God Sect think that the demons are afraid of them.
"Try to hold Jiang Ping'an down, and kill them with all their strength on other battlefields. They will be scared to death, and these humans will run away."
"kill!"
Following the order, the demon creatures began to fight back.
On the battlefield, the wind howled, swords flashed, blood and spells danced wildly, wind blades, sword rain, and thunder bloomed in the void, and dark power covered the sky and the sun.
A large number of strong men in the Void Refining Stage surrounded Jiang Ping'an with murderous intent.
"With so many of us, it's easy to trap him. Don't be afraid."
Several human-faced spiders sprayed out huge spider webs and covered Jiang Ping'an.
These white spider silks are extremely tough, like high-level magic weapons, and are difficult to break. Moreover, these spider silks are also highly poisonous.
Basically, as long as they are trapped by spider silk, it will be difficult for monks of the same level to break free.
The Shadow Green Demonic Wolf waved its sharp claws, the Flame Demonic Bird sprayed out black flames, and the Thousand-legged Demonic Insect entangled towards Jiang Ping'an...
These demons believe that no matter how strong Jiang Pingan is, with so many of their creatures surrounding him, Jiang Pingan will not cause any trouble and may even be able to kill him.
Even if you can't kill him, you can still buy time for other battlefields. As long as you kill enough humans, these humans will naturally understand that Jiang Ping'an can't change anything.
Jiang Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw that he was surrounded, "More people?"
Directly releasing a hundred souls, the overwhelming demonic energy penetrated the sky, and the terrifying aura knocked away the surrounding monsters.
Looking at the sudden appearance of a hundred souls, the expressions of the dozen or so strong men who surrounded them froze.
Are you kidding me? How can one person have a hundred souls?
"Fake! This must be fake! I must be under an illusion!"
A human-faced demon spider roared and ripped off one of its legs, trying to relieve the illusion through pain.
However, everything is still there, still one hundred souls!
Jiang Ping'an's one hundred souls activated the "Star Pulling Technique" together.
"Crack~Crack~"
A bunch of demon creatures were forcibly crushed into black balls the size of eyeballs.
Which one of these strong men is not a genius, and which one did not achieve this level of achievement after countless battles.
However, at this moment, all their talents and efforts are dissipated along with their lives.
After dealing with these monsters, Jiang Ping'an's hundred souls flew to the battlefield of the transformation stage.
The corpses of monsters in the transformation stage are also worth using and cannot be wasted.
One of the purposes of his coming to the Northern Territory was to better collect resources.
Only with resources can he sustain his massive consumption.
Jiang Ping'an fought against powerful enemies of the same level all the way. When he encountered a high-level powerhouse, he put on secret treasure gloves and fighting armor.
Every swing brings violent storms, making the enemy shudder.
His speed is like a phantom, as fast as lightning. He sometimes appears in front of the enemy and sometimes disappears, making it difficult for people to observe.
Every blow carries a heaven-destroying aura, the fist is like thunder and the kick is as strong as a mountain, crushing the enemy to pieces
His spiritual energy is extremely deep, as vast as the sea, and has an endless supply, making the enemy feel endless oppression.
Jiang Ping'an was like the ancient demon god coming in person, unstoppable and killing the demon clan with fear.
In a normal war, at most one or two experts in the Void Refining Stage would die a year.
But Jiang Ping'an had just appeared and had already killed more than ten people, and the number was still rising rapidly.
"Come and support! This guy has a secret treasure!"
"Leader! The battlefield in the Void Refining Stage can no longer withstand it!"
"He must be the reincarnation of the devil! It must be!"
The demon creatures on the battlefield during the transformation to gods stage and the void refining stage cried out for help.
At first, they thought that even if they couldn't kill Jiang Pingan, they could still stop him.
But reality slapped them hard.
With top-level magic weapons for body protection and top-level secret techniques at your fingertips, the defense, speed, and destructive power...all have reached the ultimate terrifying level.
They have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and this is the first time they see such a terrifying existence.
Not only them, but even the old monsters saw such perverted humans for the first time.
Is it because the demons are not strong?
No, it was Jiang Ping'an's combat power that had exceeded the limit they could imagine.
The demon creatures are afraid of being killed.
"retreat!"
After less than an hour of fighting, the leader of the demon clan felt extremely distressed when he saw the sacrifice of a bunch of soldiers in the God Transformation Stage and Void Refining Stage, and hurriedly retreated.
Every soldier in the Divine Transformation Stage and Void Refining Stage has been cultivated after a lot of time and resources.
However, in Jiang Ping'an's hands, he was shot to death as if chopping vegetables.
The disciples of the Demon God Sect became more energetic and continued to pursue the enemy.
After chasing for a hundred thousand miles, Jiang Ping'an's voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Suspend pursuit."
Upon hearing Jiang Pingan's order, the Demon God Cult disciples stopped and looked at Jiang Pingan feverishly.
They haven't had such a fun war in all these years.
This peerless holy son was like the reincarnation of the demon god, forcibly defeating the demon clan's aura.
Due to the influence of dark power, most of the monks of the Demon God Cult have arrogant personalities, and it is difficult to admire someone.
The appearance of Jiang Ping'an made them all admired.
Jiang Ping'an threw the Fire Lotus Enlightenment to Ye Qingqing, "He was the first to kill an enemy of the same level just now. This is a reward."
Everyone's eyes were filled with disappointment and envy.
If only they could be faster.
Jiang Ping'an took out many of the captured magic weapons, elixirs, and talismans, and generously gave them to some nearby monks in the transformation stage.
The disciples of the Demon God Sect were shocked when they saw this scene.
So many resources were given away as soon as they were said to be given away.
Although the Demon God Sect is a sect, it is still due to the cultivation system and atmosphere. It is relatively withdrawn and somewhat selfish. Except for relatives, few people are willing to give away resources. They pay attention to the law of the jungle.
Now, the Holy Son actually gives away all the captured resources, which is incredible.
"Holy Son! This is a magic weapon used by strong men in the Void Refining Stage. Do you really want to give it to me?"
Fang Zhengyi was so lucky that he happened to be near Jiang Ping'an and was assigned a sword used by strong men in the Void Refining Stage.
For monks, it would take decades, even hundreds or thousands of years to buy a good ordinary magic weapon of the same level.
He was given such a precious magic weapon just by standing next to Jiang Ping'an.
Fang Zhengyi's body trembled with excitement.
"Take it, give your useless magic weapon to the low-level monks." Jiang Ping'an said calmly.
This thing is almost useless to him.
"Thank you, Lord Holy Son! Thank you, Lord Holy Son!"
Fang Zhengyi was extremely excited, accepted the sword, and gave the sword that he had used for a long time to a Nascent Soul monk.
For Yuanying stage monks, Fang Zhengyi's sword, used by monks in the Transformation stage, is also a rare high-level treasure.
Other monks in the transformation stage who got the treasures gave them to lower-level monks in accordance with Jiang Ping'an's request.
The Yuan Ying stage monk who was given the magic weapon was a little embarrassed and quickly gave the magic weapon that he could not use to the Golden Core stage monk.
Jiang Ping'an said loudly: "All the monks who are one level higher will treat the monks who are lower level. After half an hour, we will continue to pursue and take back all the territory belonging to our Demon God Sect!"
"The Holy Son is mighty!"
The disciples of the Demon God Sect shouted loudly, their hearts filled with admiration for Jiang Ping'an.
The Holy Son is not only willing to share resources, but also allows high-level monks to treat low-level monks. This is obviously caring about them, the low-level monks.
This was the first time they met such a Holy Son.
"Are you stupid? Why give your resources to others? With these resources, isn't it good to improve yourself?"
Lu Yan appeared next to Jiang Ping'an and was very puzzled when he saw Jiang Ping'an distributing the hard-earned resources to other disciples.
