Mortal Alchemy

This time, Chen Ping killed eighteen Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators, which amounts to three hundred and sixty contribution points.

Adding that to his original few hundred points, he now only needs to kill a few more Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators to have enough contribution points.

He supported himself with the Aurora Sword, panting, and used his space ring to collect the corpses of these demonic cultivators.

Contribution points cannot be wasted.

Originally, he wanted to heal and recover his energy.

But these dozen or so Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators, who came from who knows where, forced him to continue stimulating his blood essence and bear the burden of the sword crystal.

Fortunately, he had the foundation of a mid-stage Tier 2 body cultivator, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to hold on.

No wonder Gao Yang was ready to die; it seems he knew that after taking this sword crystal, his body would likely not be able to withstand it.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping was extremely grateful for the cultivation technique inheritance left by his ancestors.

Those dozen or so Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators did not attack Chen Ping all at once; most of them dispersed to harvest the lives of Qi Refining cultivators and devour them.

Some cultivators who were still in the Demon Subduing Market suffered, and miserable screams continued.

"Beasts!" Chen Ping's eyes widened with anger, and he raised his sword, his spiritual power surging.

A heart-wrenching pain came from within his body, causing Chen Ping to frown.

"咻——"

A demonic energy transformed into a snake, opening its bloody mouth, like a living thing, biting towards Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's movements became slow, and he wanted to move away, but his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Chen Ping's eyebrows immediately furrowed into a '川' shape, and he could only endure the severe pain again and use Sword Qi Avatar.

"砰——"

Chen Ping's body was sent flying, dozens of feet away.

Although Chen Ping was exhausted, seriously injured, and looked vulnerable.

This surprise attack did not injure Chen Ping.

Lu Chuan's pupils shrank, and he looked incredulous:

"How is this possible!"

"You're not injured!"

Isn't this person a sick cat about to die?

Chen Ping gave a difficult, cold smile, not daring to dispel the Sword Qi Avatar state.

He needed to use the Aurora Sword to use Sword Qi Avatar.

"嗡嗡嗡!!!"

The Dharma Body Sword Image above his head bloomed with cyan filaments, shooting towards Lu Chuan!

"Still has the strength to attack me? What kind of monster is this Eastern Xuan Sect disciple?" Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment.

In that moment of愣神, the cyan filaments shot over and bombarded him.

Lu Chuan subconsciously used the skull in his hand to resist Chen Ping's sword Qi.

"砰——"

An explosion sounded, and the skull in Lu Chuan's hand exploded instantly, shattered by the sword Qi.

"!!!" Lu Chuan's face showed horror, his eyes panicked, and his figure retreated violently: "How is this possible?"

A person on the verge of death can still unleash such a terrifying attack?

His figure retreated violently, and Chen Ping's cyan sword Qi, like a string of bullets, relentlessly attacked Lu Chuan.

"咻咻咻!"

A cyan lotus emerged, transforming into dozens of sword Qi bursts.

"啊!!!"

A cyan sword Qi hit Lu Chuan's abdomen, and then the sword Qi began to tear his flesh, causing him to scream involuntarily.

Chen Ping pressed his advantage, and two more sword Qi swept Lu Chuan, and Lu Chuan's body instantly turned into three pieces, becoming a corpse.

"呼~"

"Twenty contribution points, got them again." Chen Ping breathed heavily, the backlash in his body became more and more serious, making him feel extremely painful.

He felt that he was no longer able to kill the remaining dozen or so demonic cultivators in the market.

"Just a few more... contribution points and I'll have enough..."

Chen Ping felt a little regretful.

"Junior Brother!"

A familiar voice sounded not far away.

"Senior Sister..." Chen Ping was extremely familiar with this voice, and turned his head in surprise.

A treasure ship flew in the sky, and Mu Luofei, Mu Xingling, Meng Huang'er, and Zhou Ying flew down from the treasure ship.

The women looked at the devastated Demon Subduing Market, which was like a living hell, with anxious expressions on their faces, and flew towards Chen Ping.

Mu Luofei and Mu Xingling came to Chen Ping's left and right, their voices extremely concerned: "Junior Brother (Ping Lang), are you okay?"

The two women carefully checked Chen Ping's injuries.

Chen Ping smiled with difficulty: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry!"

He completely breathed a sigh of relief, Changkong Zhenren actually brought them back in such a short time.

This also meant that Chen Ping was safe, and he didn't have to risk his life anymore.

Chen Ping was covered in blood, bleeding from all seven orifices, looking miserable and dying.

He began to circulate his cultivation technique to heal his injuries, and said, "Senior Sister, Xingling, go kill the demonic cultivators and earn some merit. There are only a dozen or so demonic cultivators left in the market. If you don't seize the opportunity, you may not get anything."

"I'm fine, just let Senior Sister Meng stay."

"The opportunity is rare, go quickly!"

Hearing Chen Ping say this, the two women hesitated for a moment, and then took Zhou Ying to kill the demonic cultivators.

Meng Huang'er stayed to take care of Chen Ping.

Chen Ping took out the white jade flying boat: "Senior Sister Meng, help me to the private room to rest and heal..."

"Okay!" Meng Huang'er nodded and helped Chen Ping up.

Changkong Zhenren flew out of the treasure ship, looking at the terrible situation of the Demon Subduing Market, his face was ugly, and his heart sank to the bottom:

"So many people died... Is Gao Yang still alive?"

The vast divine sense of the Golden Core stage swept across, taking in the situation of the Demon Subduing Market, and at a glance, he discovered that there were more than a dozen Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators in the market, and as many as tens of thousands of Qi Refining cultivators had died.

Changkong Zhenren was extremely angry, and a huge sword image appeared above his head, and then turned into small swords and dispersed, evolving into a sword formation, sealing off the vast Demon Subduing Market:

"Don't even think about running, you little demons!"

Then he also began to remotely unleash sword Qi to kill the demonic cultivators, of course, he did not kill them all, but also left a few demonic cultivators for the Foundation Establishment juniors to kill.

In the market, screams continued, and demonic energy fluttered and struggled from time to time.

Half a day later, the remaining dozen or so demonic cultivators in the market were all exterminated.

Changkong Zhenren's voice spread out: "Count the casualties and summarize the situation."

Changkong Zhenren's brows were always furrowed, and his face was extremely ugly.

Soon, the information was summarized.

"More than 30,000 people in the Demon Subduing Market, more than 18,000 died... It's shocking..."

Changkong Zhenren's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

He was in charge of this Demon Subduing Market, the place he was responsible for, and such a big mistake occurred, he was to blame.

Presumably, the Demon Subduing Sect's punishment for him will arrive soon.

As for Gao Yang's situation, he no longer cared.

"What?" Changkong Zhenren's face was shocked: "Are you saying... Junior Brother Chen Ping, single-handedly, killed as many as nineteen demonic cultivators, including a half-step Golden Core demonic cultivator protector?"

The cultivators who were still alive in the Demon Subduing Market nodded: "Yes, they were all killed by Senior Chen!"

Changkong Zhenren's eyes widened, and he was also a little unbelievable: "Junior Brother Chen Ping... is so fierce in battle?"

One against nineteen, and there was a half-step Golden Core protector, Chen Ping not only killed them, but also survived.

What a brave and fierce combat power?

In the Demon Subduing Sect, it is difficult for even peer Foundation Establishment sword cultivators to do this.

Changkong Zhenren looked surprised.