With a thought, the murderous intent penetrated Ning Ping's body directly like a tired bird returning to its nest.
Under the surging sword energy, the city walls collapsed, and everything in their path was reduced to ruins.
Along the way, everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, was turned into blood mist under the sword energy.
When the leader saw this, the courage that had just emerged in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he felt desolate.
How can I stop this? How can I stop it? The man in front of me is a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.
In the end, he finally broke down. No matter how many people there were, they were just souls under the other party's sword.
"Each of you run for your lives!"
A loud shout spread throughout the entire Linqiu City, and instantly the entire city was in chaos again, with scattered crowds everywhere.
There were cries of begging for mercy and crying everywhere.
"Escape... Where to escape..."
Ning Ping chuckled, then moved quickly.
The formation was broken, and the spiritual consciousness probed deep into the underground of the attic, but found that it was blocked by the formation.
The leaked demonic energy is still very rare. If it weren't for his extraordinary spiritual awareness, it would be very difficult to detect it.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Under the sword energy, the figures flying in the air fell down one after another, and then turned into blood mist under the sword energy.
With the intention of killing, Ning Ping had no mercy at this moment, and the more he killed, the more excited he became.
Amidst the flying blood, his entire body was covered in blood, and his original white robe had turned into a bloody robe!
"Ning Ping!" At this time, Ji Wanning, who was far away, was secretly shocked, and a voice sounded in Ning Ping's heart.
"Don't worry, I'm fine! It's not a pity for these people to die. I'll tell you more later!"
After comforting Ji Wanning, Ning Ping's figure moved around the entire Linqiu City.
The monks from the holy land who were in charge of the encirclement looked at each other in confusion.
This was a total and overwhelming massacre, but the person who did it was just one person.
They thought that the newly promoted Purple Sword Elder was very powerful, but they did not expect him to be so fierce.
He didn't even intend to miss a single one. Those who rushed towards them were killed in a flash by the sword energy of the terrifying Elder Shi.
As a result, they dared not take action and even retreated slightly, with a trace of fear in their hearts.
He was afraid that the Qiu family would break through and get close to him, so he had no choice but to take action.
That would violate Elder Zijian's taboo, and they didn't even dare to think about what kind of punishment they would receive.
In one hour, the entire city was reduced to ruins.
There was only a magnificent attic still standing in the center of the city, and the demonic energy deep underground was becoming more and more intense.
At this moment, the three monks in front of the attic huddled together with a look of fear on their faces, while sword energy was swirling around their bodies.
Of course, these people also consciously drove them here, and they are basically the leaders of the Qiu family.
At this time, a blood-red figure appeared, turned his head with a smile on his face and whispered to a beautiful spirit bird on his shoulder.
"Yaoyao, these are the people who bullied you, right? Why don't you just stop and let me do it?"
"Senior! Spare me!" Suddenly, one of the three men fell to his knees on the ground and begged for mercy.
Being suddenly interrupted, Ning Ping frowned slightly and looked over, not knowing that at this moment he had become like a bloodthirsty beast.
"Humph! Stupid! Do you think begging for mercy is still useful now?"
At this time, a square-faced man shouted loudly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he swung the long sword in his hand towards the person kneeling on the ground.
"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the long sword in the square-faced monk's hand suddenly broke into pieces.
"Haha, his life or death is up to me!" Looking at the square-faced man with a look of horror, Ning Ping sneered.
"Do you think I'm really afraid of death? Let me tell you! None of the people from your Holy Land have a good ending. They are all just making wedding clothes for others! You will all die a miserable death!"
"Oh? Go on!" Ning Ping's eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his chin slightly with interest, motioning the other party to continue.
"Haha! You people from the Holy Land have the ultimate place for cultivation, but it's a pity that you are just a bunch of puppets! Haha, how ridiculous! How ridiculous!"
"You still think you are the best of the best! You are just a bunch of pathetic people without brains!"
"Hey, it seems like what you said is quite good!" Ning Ping nodded seriously.
"You..." The square-faced monk was stunned when he saw that the other party actually agreed.
As he spoke, Ning Ping's spiritual consciousness also probed deep into the underground of the attic.
"Go on! Our Holy Land doesn't have a one-man show. Feel free to speak up if you have anything to say! For example, if we want to do something, tell us what you want to do."
Ning Ping gestured encouragingly.
The square-faced monk was slightly stunned and suddenly became speechless, his eyes flickering as he spoke.
"Humph! I won't tell you anything. I'll just let you die in ignorance! What a pity! I won't see the day when you living dead die a violent death."
What's more, Ning Ping also agreed with the other party's statement about the living dead.
The Qiu family undoubtedly knows some secrets of the holy land.
But unfortunately, judging from the other party's expression, he probably knows very little. He probably only knows that some people in the holy land are controlled by the holy light.
I already knew all this, but as for the ultimate goal of the holy land, there is no doubt that they probably don't know it either.
So Ning Ping grinned, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth on his blood-stained face.
"If you don't want to talk anymore, then it's my turn!"
That terrifying smile frightened the people on the opposite side. They couldn't help but take half a step back and almost bumped into the sword energy behind them.
"What's in the basement of the attic behind you? It can't be some treasure!" Ning Ping raised his chin and gestured.
"You..." At this moment, the three people's expressions suddenly changed!
"Let me guess! There should be an altar inside! It seems like someone is trying to let the demons descend into his body! Oh right... will it take a few days to complete the possession?"
"You... Impossible, Impossible! There's clearly a formation..."
The square-faced monk stopped talking halfway through.
The three of them looked at Ning Ping as if they were looking at an extremely terrifying demon.
"Nothing to say? I haven't wronged you by colluding with the demons!"
"Don't want to talk about it anymore? Okay, forget it!" Ning Ping shrugged indifferently and smiled.
At this moment, the sword formation suddenly changed, and the entire surroundings instantly turned into mist, and people outside could not see the figures of the few people at all.
At this moment, even the three of them could not see Ning Ping's figure opposite them clearly.
Just as the three were shocked, the monk who had been kneeling on the ground begging for mercy was suddenly caught by a sword energy and dragged to Ning Ping's front.
