Shen Qingyao was not the only one who noticed Ning Ping's abnormality.
Su Yijian and several other elders of the Xuanyue Sword Sect, as well as Luo Heng of the Luoshen Sect, had already noticed it.
So Su Yijian and several other Jianfeng elders had a brief discussion and immediately took action.
That is to drive away all the monks from the holy land on Ning Ping's way forward one by one, or kill them directly in advance.
But in this case, Ning Ping immediately felt unhappy!
"What's wrong with you? Why are you trying to steal my business?"
Ning Ping smiled on his bloody face, showing his dissatisfaction with this.
"Ning Ping, stop for a while! Or just hold the line!"
Su Yijian stood in front of Ning Ping, frowning slightly.
As he spoke, he also took the opportunity to recover.
"No need, don't worry! My clone is just a little special. I know what you are worried about."
Ning Ping responded seriously while controlling dozens of sub-swords and sword energy to continue killing.
However, even though I can still perform the killing, I always feel that this kind of killing is far less satisfying than just killing with a knife.
"Hey! Then be careful and don't lose yourself in the killing!"
Su Yijian took a deep breath and said helplessly.
It is not easy to stop this matter by force, and of course they cannot afford to worry too much.
Because what is needed at this moment is killing, either others will die or you will die.
At this moment, several fellow cultivators from the outside world were seriously injured and were recovering in the formation.
"Okay! No problem, you've been exhausted too, you hold the fort! Let me do it! Hehe!"
Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him, Ning Ping couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes already looking around.
Su Yijian saw Ning Ping's expression and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The outcome of this battle depends on this one move, so just let him go.
After thinking about this, his body swayed slightly, and he came to the formation and began to recover. His spiritual consciousness also covered the entire field and replaced Ning Ping's role.
Su Yijian also had some understanding of the sword formation, but his understanding was not as deep as Ning Ping's. In terms of power alone, the two are now on par with each other.
Ning smiled when he saw Su Yijian replacing him in the sword formation.
Smile because no one is stopping me anymore.
Ning Ping smiled happily, but the blood stains on his face made people feel a little creepy.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up, revealing an extremely excited expression. The sixty-four souls also smiled slightly and rushed out suddenly.
The soul fragments were unstoppable, with a pitch-black ink knife condensed in the hands of each soul, and heads fell to the ground wherever they passed.
Ning Ping's real body followed closely behind and directly charged into the crowd of monks from the holy land.
The nimble figure shuttled through the crowd, and the ink knife waved out pieces of ink.
All that was left behind were broken limbs and debris, and the air was filled with visible blood mist.
In the blood mist, a faint red mist continued to flow into Ning Ping's body.
The aura of the clone condensed by the intention to kill became increasingly powerful. Every time he killed one more person, he was one step closer to the fusion stage.
Originally, after the main body has reached the fusion stage, as long as the clone merges with the main body and after a period of fusion, the clone's cultivation level will naturally break through to the fusion stage.
Because the realm of comprehension has already been broken through, there is no need for further comprehension.
But in this way, in the midst of killing, the absorption of countless murderous intentions makes the process evolve faster.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Slowly, Ning Ping's eyes turned blood red, emitting a strange light.
Thousands of people!
Ten thousand people!
One hundred thousand!
Ning Ping didn’t know how many he killed!
I am also very sober and of course I know what I am doing!
I just feel that the more I kill, the more excited I feel. Every time I kill someone, my strength increases a little bit.
Past experiences also flashed through my mind one by one.
Along the way of cultivation, the monks' ruthlessness, selfishness, and unwillingness...
There is no cover at all, it is exposed nakedly in my heart.
As these thoughts emerged in his mind, they were like a fierce auxiliary ingredient, making Ning Ping's desire to kill even stronger.
Especially in front of us, this so-called holy land and the so-called holy lord Luo Kun.
What rights do they have to suppress the entire world of cultivation and decide the life, death and ascension of all cultivators?
That's right, it's based on their strength! But right now, my strength is stronger than these puppets.
Puppets, that’s right, all these people in front of me are puppets!
A puppet without self-thought, a puppet serving as a tool for others! A puppet who willingly accepted poisoning and sacrificed his self-awareness.
These puppets all deserve to die! All of them deserve to die!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The ink knife swung out a black streak that was a hundred feet long, and it wreaked havoc among the crowd without any scruples.
Wherever they passed, there was a mess and no one was left intact.
Ning Ping was always covered with a lingering red mist, which became brighter and brighter.
All the souls were absorbed by the Soul Refining Mountain one by one.
Dunie had fully recovered without realizing it, and was controlling the Soul Refining Mountain with great energy.
Drag all the souls into the Soul Refining Mountain one by one.
A huge, rolling stone mountain stretched across the sea of consciousness. Countless inky-black souls on the entire mountain were constantly being dragged into the rocks.
Throughout the entire mountain, waves of dull whispers echoed.
Faintly, those voices conveyed a variety of emotions.
Terror, fear, unwillingness, begging for mercy, anger...
But these voices were in vain, as all the spirits were dragged into the rocks, never to be reincarnated.
Within the Soul Refining Mountain, after the Soul Refining Mountain's body had removed the dregs and retained the essence, a trace of extremely pure spiritual power was also transferred to the Soul Refining Mountain.
This is what the real Soul Refining Mountain should look like. It should be the natural enemy of all spirits.
A few days later.
In this cruel and crazy killing, the monks of the holy land were afraid.
Looking at the blood-red figure, grinning and harvesting lives wantonly in the crowd.
Even though they had the spiritual support of the Supreme Saint in their hearts, they were still afraid.
Slowly, some monks from the holy land retreated in fear. It was true that they had faith in their hearts, but between life and death, they still chose to retreat.
"Xue Tu! He is Xue Tu!"
At some point, amidst a terrified roar, everyone thought of the former Xue Tu.
The defeat was like a landslide, no matter how desperately the rear wanted to move forward and defeat everything for the Holy Lord in their hearts.
However, swept up in the complete emotional collapse caused by the killing, they also saw the red figure that everyone feared.
All the cultivators have basically recovered at this moment under Ning Ping's full support.
So everyone took the opportunity to counterattack and kill them.
“Kill, kill, kill!!!”
Amidst the cries of killing and shouting, all the monks from the holy land were completely defeated and retreated.
