"Noisy!"
Xia Ping's expressionless expression, the pen of reincarnation in his hand, lightly touched the soul of the cursing demon saint.
"Mortal, how dare you really kill me? Killing an immortal demon saint, the demon clan will not let you go, and the entire universe will not be your place, I curse you, curse you not good Die, it's not right to die."
Cursing the demon saint screamed, sensing the coming of death, it resented to the extreme, it seemed to want to launch a curse again when it was dying, and die with Xia Ping.
But where would Xia Ping give him such an opportunity.
Boom!
The resentment of cursing the demon saint stopped abruptly, and its entire soul was torn apart by the reincarnation pen, completely shattered, and the void seemed to be penetrated, and a dark hole appeared.
A burst of sharp power burst out all around, continuously cutting space.
"too strong."
Xia Ping sighed with emotion, this is the reincarnation pen that unblocked the first seal, possessing the ability to kill immortal-level demon saints, fascinating, and even possessing an immortal body is of no use.
And also possesses the supreme edge power, can easily split the void, and the attack power is more than several times stronger.
However, the consumption of using this reincarnation pen is really too great, even if his mana is so strong that he is borderless now, it can't support a long battle time.
"ended."
A hundred breaths of time passed in the blink of an eye, and Xia Ping discovered that the first bronze door of the Samsara Pen was automatically repaired, and the seal chains were reborn one after another, blocking the door.
The bronze door where a large hole originally appeared was also restored to its original state. It seems that countless particles have reorganized, once again sealing the magical power that belongs to the reincarnation pen.
He also felt that the power of this reincarnation pen had weakened several times.
"Well, what is this?"
Suddenly, after Xia Ping discovered that he had defeated the true spirit that cursed the demon saint, there seemed to be a group of gray mysterious matter left in the midair, which contained a strong curse atmosphere, emitting an ominous smell.
"Could it be that this is the essence of the magical powers in the Slaying Demon Saint's body, containing the power of cursing?"
Xia Ping's heart moved, it seemed that this group of cursing energy was indeed extraordinary, and even the pen of reincarnation did not kill it cleanly. It is estimated that it is the most important substance in the body of Cursed Demon Saint.
He could perceive that this group of gray matter had great benefits for his own practice of the nail-headed seven arrows. If he could completely swallow this group of cursed energy, he would surely be able to raise the power of the nail-headed seven arrows to an unbelievable realm.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and put away the gray matter.
"Unfortunately, the power of the Samsara Pen is really too great. With a single blow, most of the souls of the Cursed Demon Sage were destroyed and wiped out without leaving much soul energy."
Xia Ping was a little bit sorry, because if he could swallow all the soul essence of Cursed Killing Demon Saint, he would be able to immediately raise his cultivation base to the peak of Thunder Tribulation.
But now it can only swallow a little bit, which is better than nothing.
But fortunately, the natal magic weapon that cursed the demon saint—the middle-grade sacred instrument curse code was still left in place, and it was not damaged too much, and it was intact.
At this moment, the spirit of the Cursed Codex didn't seem to resist Xia Ping much. It had seen the scene of Xia Ping's fight just now, and was completely overwhelmed by Xia Ping.
This is the character of the magic weapon of the magic way, willing to surrender to the stronger than himself.
"Okay, you are mine."
Xia Ping grabbed it with a big hand and immediately put the curse code into the mountain and river beads space. He planned to make a good sacrifice later. It is not the time to sacrifice this middle-grade holy artifact.
"The curse of the demon saint is dead?"
At this time, Liu Rulan, who was hiding in the main hall, sensed that the battle was finally over, and she flew out directly, seeing the bloody mist forbidden area was devastated and there were broken walls everywhere.
But I didn't see the corpse that cursed the demon saint, it seemed to be missing.
"Yes, it's dead, its corpse capital was wiped out in ashes."
Xia Ping nodded.
"Finally dead."
Hearing this, Liu Rulan breathed a sigh of relief. The immortal demon saint who had been chasing after him for a long time, the enemy of life and death, was finally dead.
These days, she was living on pins and needles. After all, anyone who was stared at by an Immortal Demon Saint would have trouble sleeping and eating, and not going crazy would be considered mentally tough.
The problem is that Xia Ping is clearly only the cultivation base of the Thunder Tribulation Realm, and I don't know how far it is from the Immortal Rank. Now he can kill an Immortal Demon Saint, which is simply incredible.
The current Liu Rulan is not the Xiaobai who stayed in the Blood Soul Continent at the beginning, but the old rivers and lakes who have gone through several experiences and spent several years in the universe. Naturally, she knows the difference between the Immortal Grade and the Thunder Tribulation Realm.
The ordinary Thunder Tribulation Realm can survive in front of the Immortal Saints, and it is considered an enchantment, and the one that can be defeated is the kind of peerless enchantment that has been hard to see for hundreds of thousands of years.
But now Xia Ping was able to kill an immortal demon saint, maybe some method was used in it, but such a record is simply sensational and unimaginable.
"Oops."
Suddenly, Liu Rulan seemed to think of a change in her expression: "I remember that this curse to kill the demon saint also seems to have a background. It can be regarded as a faction among the demon race, and there is an ancient demon saint backing it.
Now cursing the demon saint to die in this place will definitely cause the demon clan to anger, this Qinghai world can no longer stay, if it continues to stay, the demon clan army will definitely suppress the realm. "
She remembered that cursing the demon saint was not easy, and she could be regarded as a high-level boss of the demon clan.
If such a big man dies, it will surely cause a shocking wave, the universe will tremble, and the entire Qinghai world will become the target of public criticism. Staying here will also be angered by the monster race.
After all, the Demon Race is one of the pinnacle races in the universe.
"It's really a bit troublesome, so let's go around. What else do you need to clean up in this place." Xia Ping touched his chin. He knew this too, so he wanted to run away a long time ago.
"I thought you would stay and smash with them. I didn't expect that I wanted to drive away. Don't you know that you are afraid?"
Liu Rulan looked at Xia Ping with a weird expression.
"This is not a run, but a strategic retreat. The current retreat is for future attacks."
Xia Ping corrected it.
"Thick-skinned."
Liu Rulan despised.
"No matter how thick your xio is."
Xia Ping said loudly.
"rogue!"
Liu Rulan's face blushed, and she kicked over in anger.
But Xia Ping grabbed Liu Rulan with a big hand and directly carried Liu Rulan up, making Liu Rulan yelling, trying to kill the bastard.
Whoosh!
However, Xia Ping didn't intend to stay in this place anymore. He directly took out the asterisk and left Qinghai World quickly.
Not long after he left this world, the news of cursing the death of the demon saint quickly passed back to the demon holy land, causing earth-shattering waves.