Volume 16 Chapter 3

The purgatory mountain elder wanted to see Zhang Ping at last, but he could not lift his head. Floating in the sky

he died when he thought he had reached the peak of power in purgatory mountain, so the last look of the elder of purgatory mountain was filled with endless despair and hatred.

Some people die with peace of mind, some people die with no regrets and happiness, some people die with great pain and hatred What happens when you die?

Zhang Ping looked at the old man standing dead in purgatory mountain. He felt this idea in his heart. Then he raised his head more coldly and said in his heart that he would never die, at least not at this time.

Black smoke and flames welled up in him.

The flame mixed in the black smoke is not black, but purple red, which represents the highest power of purgatory mountain.

He was in such a rolling smoke and fire, looking at the red robe priest of purgatory mountain like the tide indifferently.

Many alchemy mountain red robe officials started to retreat in fear.

"He's only one!"

"We can kill him before he appears!"

"Kill him and avenge the leader and the elder!"

However, such a sound is also constantly sounded.

With such a sound, more than ten red robed officials of purgatory mountain approached Zhang Ping.

These red robed alchemy mountain officials don't have a high status in the alchemy mountain. However, nearly 100 core alchemy mountain officials died in front of qianyeguan. Now the only old alchemy mountain elder has died again. These people have become the most senior people in the alchemy mountain, and the most important thing is that their accomplishments are similar to Zhang Ping's, or even worse Some are higher than Zhang Ping.

A long sword, which obviously imitated the Qiyao magic sword, first pierced into the black smoke and flames.

The purple and red flames of the bees turned the sword red, and in an instant it was melted into gold.

The alchemy mountain red robe God made a shriek, and his hands were smoking back.

At the same time, another rough sword, which is cut like black lava, has also taken this gap to stab Zhang Ping's abdomen like electricity.

It's too late for Zhang Ping to make a fire.

He could only block the sword with his hand.

Many red robed divinities even gave a shout of joy, because in the eyes of all of them, Zhang Ping's hand will be cut off easily by this seemingly rough sword. In fact, the extremely sharp "use devil" sword, and then the long sword will cut into his abdomen and tear all the internal organs in his abdomen.

The black sword fell on Zhang Ping's palm.

However, this long sword did not cut Zhang Ping's palm. Instead, with a click, Zhang Ping broke the sword into two parts.

All the cheers turned into exclamation. The red robe of the purgatory mountain priest who had broken the long sword even forgot to do any action.

Zhang Ping waved the broken sword and easily slit the throat of the red robe God of purgatory mountain.

The hot blood hit Zhang Ping's black smoke, making a sound like countless moths crashing into the fire.

The third one rushed to Zhang Ping's side and saw in horror that a dark hand stretched out from the smoke and grabbed his heart.

The purgatory mountain god subconsciously blocked the long knife in front of this horrible hand. However, at the next moment, he only felt his heart was cold and all the heat in his body was drawn out.

There was a flood of fright.

Zhang Ping indifferently takes out his hand from the body of the purgatory Mountain God.

The broad and thick ghost pattern long knife broke into several pieces and fell between him and the alchemy Mountain God.

Gurgling blood gushed from the body of the alchemy Mountain God. His dark hand grasped the heart of the alchemy Mountain God.

The heart is still beating.

All the figures of the red robed Shenguan in purgatory mountain who had shouted and rushed to his side were stopped, and their bodies were shaking.

It's not only Zhang Ping's hard and indestructible hands that make them lose their courage to move forward completely, but also all of them feel that in the moment when Zhang Ping killed the three officials, some of the scattered soul power of the three officials was absorbed into Zhang Ping's body.

This kind of perception, like a real devil, is swallowing the breath of death and turning it into its own power!

Not far behind Zhang Ping, in the heaven demon prison, there was already a spirit of monsters like volcanic eruption, which made some low-level red robed officials in purgatory mountain feel it.

"You should be loyal to me."

At this time, Zhang Ping made a sound. The heart beating in the heart of his hand turned into burning ashes in his hand.

At this time, his voice became extraordinarily majestic.

The red tide of blood gathered by the red robes of purgatory mountain began to vibrate continuously.

Zhang Ping looked at the red robe of the alchemy mountain, who dared not go forward for a while, and said without emotion: "don't forget that I was determined by the leader and six elders to be absolutely loyal to the alchemy mountain, and more than once."

He shook down the burning ashes in his hand, clenched his fist, stretched out a finger, and lit the body of the dead elder of the purgatory mountain. He said coldly and coldly, "so the person who betrayed the master and the purgatory mountain can't be me, but this rebel! You should not question me, but be absolutely loyal to me! "

Some alchemy mountain red robe divine official involuntarily knelt down to show his submission.

However, there were some reprimands and angry voices.

"Your magic transformation is obviously far beyond that of our purgatory mountain."

"Your body training method should also be obtained from the demon prison."

"And these firemasters! You can control these huokui, but you didn't give it to Zhangjiao. You have concealed too many things from Zhangjiao. All of these can treat you as a traitor of purgatory mountain! "

Zhang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

He is very clear about what he should do now. Otherwise, even if he can make huokui kill all the red robed divinities in purgatory mountain, it will become a real dead volcano, which has no meaning for him.

So he moved to the front of them, rebuked and opposed his red robed priests.

However, in this moment, his cold and hard heart was irresistible, and his eyes were slightly twitching.

He felt pain.

Because he saw a familiar figure among those who opposed themselves and were loyal to the original purgatory mountain palm sect.

That's an old red robe of purgatory mountain.

It was the red robed immortal of purgatory mountain who risked his life to tell him that he had been listed in the list of demons in that season, and gave him the opportunity to decide whether he wanted to practice demons or not.

This old red robe official in purgatory mountain is equivalent to giving him a life.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Ping's eyes fell on the old God of purgatory mountain, and he asked this question painfully in his heart.

"I'm sorry."

Then he closed his eyes painfully.

He no longer looked at the red robes of the purgatory mountain in front of him, but rushed to these people with his perception.

A sword fell on him.

His tenacious body, far more than that of the ordinary practitioners, began to bleed. However, because of the thick black smoke and flames wrapped around his body, all the red robe priests in purgatory mountain could not see his body bleeding, only saw a cruel and rapid killing.

His body passed through the ranks of the officials who opposed him. One of them turned to ashes under the purple red flame, and another turned into a beach of broken limbs under his dark hands.

When another huge huokui came out of the heat of the river, all the red robes of the alchemy mountain in front of him were dead.

Zhang Ping stood on the black ash and the broken flesh.

He closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

He was also seriously injured, even some of his internal organs were pierced, but he still did not fall.

No one dared to make any objection any more. All the red robed priests knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and pasted their faces on the black rocks and dust.

Zhang Ping walked through the red robed officials kneeling on the ground, as if he had walked through a sea of blood.

A huge huokui slowly followed him.

He walked slowly into the highest mountain of purgatory mountain, not back to his cave, but into the highest black temple.

The red throne in the black temple is no longer there.

But this huge huokui was bent down, and he sat on the broad back of the huokui.

All the red robed officials of purgatory mountain began to gather under the highest volcano and knelt down again.

Zhang Ping looked at the empty Temple indifferently.

From now on, he is the purgatory mountain palm sect.