It is obvious that Chen Ping is now a martial arts master. It is not easy to reach the strength of a martial arts master at this age, but it would be terrible if Chen Ping was also a Taoist master at the same time.
The dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts is one of a kind, a genius among geniuses.
At this moment, Ning Yu’s face became increasingly ugly, but he did not flinch. Instead, he muttered something, and the dozen or so dragon-binding ropes began to shrink rapidly.
More than a dozen dragon-binding ropes condensed with murderous aura were tightly entangled with Chen Ping. Ning Yu continued to activate the magic, and evil spirits continued to emerge from the ground. These evil spirits continued to condense, making the dragon-binding ropes thicker and thicker.
Seeing that Chen Ping could not move at this moment, Ning Yu began to show a confident smile on his face.
But soon, Ning Yu’s confident smile condensed on his face, and then he looked at Chen Ping with wide eyes.
Chen Ping’s body began to shine with golden light again, and then the dragon-binding rope that had gathered evil energy turned into smoke and dust in an instant under the illumination of this golden light, and was directly sucked into Chen Ping’s body.
These evil spirits are a good cultivation resource for Chen Ping. Although now, with Chen Ping’s strength, absorbing these evil spirits is of little use and will not be of much help to his cultivation. However, mosquitoes are still flesh, and Chen Ping will not let go of this opportunity.
“Evil cultivator, you are an evil cultivator…”
Ning Yu instantly understood at this moment that those ghosts could not hurt Chen Ping, and the dragon-binding rope condensed with evil spirits was actually sucked into Chen Ping’s body. Only evil cultivators would practice by absorbing evil spirits and evil spirits.
“Are you from the Blood Witch Sect or the Yin Yang Sect?”
Ning Yu looked at Chen Ping cautiously and asked.
If Chen Ping is really a member of these two sects, Ning Yu would not dare to kill him at will. After all, these two sects are ruthless. If he really follows these two sects to enmity, he will even end up fighting until death. When the time comes, his master will know , I want to scold myself to death.
Ning Yu is now a popular person in Tianluo Pavilion, so he must act cautiously and not delay his bright future.
“I am not a member of the Blood Witch Sect, nor am I a member of the Yin Yang Cult. If you are afraid, just kneel down obediently. Maybe I can let you go…”
Chen Ping smiled lightly.
“Hmph, arrogant, so what if you are really an evil cultivator? Our Tianluo Pavilion is a well-known and upright sect that specializes in dealing with evil cultivators like you…”
Ning Yu snorted coldly, then dispersed the trapping dragon formation, and pulled out a sword directly from his body. The sword body was simple and dark, and he didn’t know what material it was made of. However, on the sword body, it was made of red. The cinnabar pen draws some charms.
“My sword is an evil-killing sword, specially designed to deal with evil cultivators like you…”
Ning Yu said, raised the sword in front of his chest, gathered his magic power, and made a volley…
“Stab it…”
A gap seemed to be split in the air instantly, the sound of breaking wind sounded in the void, and a sharp sword energy shot out. The talismans on the sword seemed to be alive at this moment, and they separated from the sword body one after another, mixed with the sword energy. Among them, he headed towards Chen Ping.
Wherever the sword energy passed, everything was split into two, and even the hard marble floor had a deep mark at this moment.
Click…………