"Shangxian, left, left!"

"Shangxian, right, right!"

"Shangxian, there is still one hidden in the alley."

In the ancient city of Qingyun.

Chen Yuan's voice kept ringing, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at these escaped demon god cultists.

There were originally more than 3,000 demon gods, but 80% of them were destroyed by Ye Ping alone.

Almost 10% of the Demon God Cultists were killed by Qingzhou monks, and the remaining 10% basically fled to the direction of the Jiandao venue.

At this moment, Ye Ping's cultivation not only soared to the tenth level of Qi training, but also had more than 2,000 merit powers in his body.

With these merit powers, your cultivation can be improved again.

But now we cannot waste time and cannot practice quietly.

Swish!

At this moment, after Ye Ping killed more than a dozen demon gods in seconds, suddenly, Ye Ping's golden light of transformation also changed.

The color becomes more pure.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Ye Ping was a little surprised and couldn't help asking Chen Yuan.

The latter also saw this scene and explained immediately.

"Supreme immortal, congratulations, your golden light has completed one transformation. As long as you complete nine transformations, you can sublimate into the golden wheel of the golden wheel."

"If it can really condense the golden wheel of transformation, even if it is the old monster of Nascent Soul, you will be frightened when you encounter it."

The golden wheel of transformation?

Ye Ping was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the golden light could be upgraded.

"This is pretty good. Subduing demons and demons can also increase the power of the golden light, which is good."

Ye Ping's expression was filled with joy.

Chen Yuan quickly spoke.

"The Supreme Immortal is not only to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but you can also directly inject merit into the golden light of transformation. In this way, you can accelerate the transformation."

Chen Yuan said so.

"Can you still inject merit into it?"

Ye Ping was a little surprised. He really didn't know what to say. He felt that this merit was simply a panacea.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping tried to inject the ten merit powers into the golden light of transformation.

In an instant, the golden light became even more golden.

And it not only became golden, but also seemed to have become a little thicker.

This is the second transformation that only requires ten merit powers.

Feeling the pleasure brought by the improvement of the golden light of saving, Ye Ping injected ten merit powers.

However, this time, the power of ten merits was injected into it, and the golden light was not transformed. It was obvious that the merits were not given enough.

Ye Ping didn't think much about it, and it was the power of ten merits.

Soon, the golden light became brighter, and this was the third transformation.

In the end, Ye Ping spent nearly five hundred merits and barely completed his fifth transformation.

The more you go, the more powerful the merit required to save the golden light will be.

If you want to condense into the golden wheel of transformation, it is estimated that the current power of merit is far from enough.

Fortunately, even though it has not transformed into the Golden Wheel of Transformation, the Golden Light of Transformation is not only larger and thicker than before, but also has greatly improved its power.

The monks who were swept by the golden light of the transmission before would scream, but now they don’t have any screams, and there will be no such thing as the slightest, and the range will be very large.

"Supreme immortal, fierce! fierce! fierce!"

But when it comes to saying that, Chen Yuan is the happiest person to see Ye Ping so fierce, because every time Ye Ping kills a disciple of the Demon Sect, he can gain some merit. Although it is not worth mentioning compared to the merits Ye Ping gets, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still flesh.

As one goes up and down, Chen Yuan feels that he can reshape his body. Although his hope is very ethereal, he can at least see hope.

"Grand Immortal, in your current situation, it is like a god blocking the gods and killing the gods. Buddha blocking the Buddhas and killing the Buddhas. Oh, no, I said it wrong. It is a demon blocking the demons and killing the evils. Lord Wei Lin has to run away when he sees you."

Chen Yuan's flattery is like a surging river.

"Wei Lin can't beat me?"

Ye Ping was a little surprised. He knew that Wei Lin was a Jindan monk and felt that Chen Yuan was a little exaggerated.

"The Supreme Immortal, if I use normal means, I wouldn't belittle you, even ten of you can't beat Lord Wei Lin, but with the golden light of saving, this thing is the nemesis of all evil cultivators in the world."

"Just like fire and paper, no matter how thick the paper is, even if you encounter a little spark, it will be burned. The evil cultivator is paper, and the golden light is flame. In the eyes of ordinary evil cultivators, your golden light is a raging fire."

"In front of the demon Wei Lin, your golden light may be just a little bit of Mars, but as your golden light transformed just now, it may turn into a small cluster of flames. Just this small cluster is enough to make the demon Wei Lin die without a burial place."

Chen Yuan explained word by word.

Ye Ping finally understood how terrifying his golden light was.

He completely believed what Chen Yuan said, because no one knew how to save the golden light better than him.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping didn't say nonsense. He was extremely fast and stopped striking his sword. He slapped out with his palm, and a golden light shot out. The Demon God Cult scholars within a few hundred meters died suddenly on the spot.

Not only that, those monks who were poisoned by the golden light also woke up one after another.

This is the power of saving the golden light.

"Chen Yuan, you must die a little."

"Chen Yuan, you actually abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. It's really a shame for my Demon Cult."

"Chen Yuan, sooner or later you will pay the price for what you have done."

Feeling that Ye Ping became stronger again, the Demon God Cultists who were fleeing wildly could not help but roared repeatedly.

What else can they do now besides being incompetent and furious?

"Supreme immortals, these guys are very resentful, and they must have a lot of merits to save them."

However, Chen Yuan's mentality is not good enough, so he asked Ye Ping to take action quickly and save these guys.

That's it, in the Kendo Conference venue.

Wei Lin, who was unaware of it, was looking at Sikong Jiantian with confidence at this moment.

The Five Resentment Jade Gourd is constantly swallowing resentment. As long as you wait until you turn on the massacre mode, you will condense a huge amount of resentment, and Sikong Jiantian will die here at that time.

But the only thing that made Wei Lin a little confused was that.

Logically speaking, it should be almost time to start killing now, right? Why didn’t you react for a long time?

I guess I'm still breaking the formation?

Thinking of this, the smile on Wei Lin's face couldn't help but become even worse.

Oh, by the way, there is a little bit of a crook.

"Sikong Jiantian, do you really have to continue to delay?"

"I know what you are thinking. Do you want to delay time and wait until Jin State sends people here?"

"I tell you, the Holy Church has long thought of this trick. They have already lie in ambushing the official roads. Do you think we are just raiding Qingzhou? We have plans for the thirty-three states of Jin State."

"If I were you, I would escape now and at least I could save my life."

Wei Lin's confident voice rang.

However, he did not kindly remind him, but did not want to continue to be in a stalemate with Sikong Jiantian.

After all, no one could predict the variables behind it. If Sikong Jiantian retreated, he would be happy. Of course, if Sikong Jiantian did not leave, he would not be afraid.

In short, there is a way to advance and there is a way to retreat.

"Are you scared?"

Sikong Jiantian's voice sounded, and his eyes were extremely cold.

This time, something big happened in Qingzhou, and I can’t even blame this responsibility. Since the matter has come to this point, I will just make a point and kill as much as I can later.

It was precisely with this idea that Sikong Jiantian did not leave, but was in a stalemate with Wei Lin to the end.

"Hahaha, I'm scared? Sikong Jiantian, are you making me laugh? Will I, Wei Lin, be afraid of you?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll invite a master of enlightenment? Wake up, stop dreaming."

Wei Lin sneered loudly.

It’s not that he is too confident, but mainly because in this world of immortal cultivation, it is not difficult to find a Jindan monk, but it is not necessarily easy to find a master of enlightenment.
To be continued...