I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 292: Start Sweeping the Demonic Cultivators

There was silence in the sea of ​​consciousness for a moment.

Even the movement of the black energy eroding the seal was much slower.

After a while, a wisp of black gas that seemed to be dispersing floated to Yan Ping's side.

[So what are you going to do?]

【Your emotions and thoughts are closely related to us】

[If you have a thought, we will be implicated]

[You can no longer control yourself]

[If you don't solve Wen Ye's problem, the seal will break sooner or later]

As soon as he finished speaking, the black energy completely dissipated on its own.

Yan Ping was silent for a long time.

Once the seal is completely broken, he doesn't know what will become of him.

He has the ability to do whatever he wants, and even his sister can't stop him.

The rest of the black air was trying to come out, but Yan Ping dispersed it with his hand, and then he endured the headache and sealed it again.

This time the seal lasted an exceptionally long time.

Seal every corner and every place without leaving any gaps, and seal everything that needs to be sealed.

Only when everything was over did Yan Ping's consciousness leave the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

He looked at the bloody scene around him. There were broken limbs and corpses everywhere, and blood spilled all over the open space. It was like hell on earth.

Then he looked at the bloodstains on the hem of his cloak.

Yan Ping couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he was normal, he always killed people with one strike and rarely used such a bloody method to avoid arousing his craving for blood.

But last night things clearly got a little out of control.

He was conscious but still out of control and did such a thing.

If he hadn't lost control, he wouldn't have done this even if his body was in so much pain.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright.

The spiritual energy that kept him from suffering physical pain in the second half of the night was almost exhausted.

The meridians all over the body began to ache again.

Yan Ping felt a little tired and wanted to rest, but there was no place to sit here. He couldn't help but think of the chair Wen Ye had prepared for him in the storage ring.

He was about to take it, but subconsciously recalled the words he heard in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[If you have a thought, we will be implicated]

Yan Ping's fingers paused immediately, then slowly retracted.

There was an expressionless paleness on his delicate face. He suppressed his thoughts and looked in the direction of the Demon Realm.

Perhaps the way to survive the tide moon should be changed. We can't just keep killing people like this.

He has a way of controlling those things in his body.

He just happened to need to get some information from Him, in other words, a way to allow him to spend the tidal month in peace.

At least it can't give him too much of a headache. He needs to stay awake and seal those things.

……

Yan Ping continued his journey to the Demon Realm.

It hasn't been all smooth sailing along the way.

It was just noon and the sun was at its brightest.

That's when the tide moon had the weakest influence on him.

A group of demon cultivators in the Danhua realm appeared in front of Yan Ping. A rough estimate showed that there were about dozens of them. They all stood in front of Yan Ping, with some surprise in their eyes.

There was a hint of coldness on Yan Ping's face. As soon as murderous intent rose in his eyes, he suppressed it and tried to keep his emotions stable.

"Where is He?"

The leading gutter-nosed demon cultivator looked at him with a frown.

The order from above was to kill this man, but although this man was extremely good-looking, he didn't seem to have anything particularly outstanding about him.

How could it be worth having so many of them come over to surround and kill us?

Yan Ping suppressed his somewhat agitated emotions and spoke again in a cold voice.

"Where is He?"

The monk with the gutter nose said impatiently.

"He, she, or it, which one are you asking about?"

There was a hint of weirdness in Yan Ping's eyes, "You don't know?"

The gutter-nosed monk sneered.

"Should we know?"

The group of demon cultivators standing behind him also became impatient, "Hurry up and kill them back, I haven't finished my training yet."

"That's right, hurry up."

Yan Ping paused for a moment and looked up at them.

"It seems you don't know."

Unable to find Him, Yan Ping didn't want to take action. He felt that his brain couldn't withstand the slightest stimulation, like a taut string.

It's easy to kill these people, but it would be bad if you release your murderous aura and affect him.

Just as Yan Ping was about to leave, he heard someone speaking in dissatisfaction.

"Would you be kind to women? Why would you kill him? He's so handsome. Wouldn't it be nice to cripple him and take him home for some fun?"

Yan Ping paused, turned his head to look at the demon cultivator who was speaking, a hint of red gradually appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly smiled.

"You don't know me?"

Someone laughed and said nonchalantly, "Who do you think you are? We should know you?"

Yan Ping let out an ambiguous laugh. He thought his reputation should have spread widely in the Demon Realm, but he didn't expect that these people didn't know him.

In this way, it seems that he has not actively sought out the demon cultivators to kill in Qingzhou, and the demon cultivators in Qingzhou have not yet developed a fear of him.

Yan Ping's previous thoughts changed again.

Perhaps he should first kill all the demon cultivators in Qingzhou completely before going to find Him.

It's just a few days. He can control his murderous intent and he can afford to waste time.

The taut string broke completely, Yan Ping's pupils turned scarlet instantly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Then I will introduce myself to you now."

As he spoke, his black and white dagger appeared in his palm and he held the sword at an angle.

Someone was about to laugh.

The black and white sword in Yan Ping's hand suddenly burst out with a sharp sword light more than three feet long, perfectly replacing the missing sword body.

At the same time, an invisible sharp sword energy appeared in this space, and a tingling sensation like a needle appeared everywhere in the body.

This abnormal situation made all the Danhua realm demons standing in front of him look alert at the same time, and their movements turned into defensive postures without them knowing when.

Yan Ping looked at them and smiled happily.

"I'll count to three. I'll give you three seconds to escape."

Those demon cultivators trembled, and the Adam's apple of the cultivator with the gutter nose who was leading them rolled.

"Don't be afraid, come together!"

As he spoke, he was the first to attack, and a dark demonic energy instantly burst out.

"That's right, he's just one person, even if he's in the Void God Realm, he'll be defeated!"

"Go together!"

The other demon cultivators followed suit and attacked together.

In just a moment, a large amount of demonic energy appeared in broad daylight. The lush grass and trees withered in an instant, and the ground became a scorched earth.

Yan Ping tilted his head, with a look of regret on his face.

"If you don't want it, forget it."

He raised his hand and slashed horizontally.

The originally stable three-foot sword light on the long sword suddenly burst out with an extremely broad and invisible sword energy, rushing straight towards those demon cultivators.

Wherever the sword energy passed, even the wind seemed to be cut into two pieces, as well as the dead grass, trees, and leaves.

At that moment, it was completely broken into two halves.

And at the same moment, the group of demon cultivators were broken into two halves without any resistance.

The mighty sword energy passed through them, passed through the trees behind them, and passed through a solitary peak behind them.

After three breaths, all still things began to move.

Grass leaves fell from the sky, and the demon cultivator fell down lifelessly in two, with blood flowing down his broken body.

The mountains in the distance roared, and large pieces of rocks rolled down from the air.

Apart from this, there was no other movement.

Yan Ping glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, then looked towards the Demon Realm with a scarlet gaze, somewhat distressed.

"No one was left alive, and no one knew I was the one who killed him."