Chapter 6147
Mingli and Liu Qianqian looked at each other, a trace of firmness flashed in their eyes, and they quickly restrained their hidden aura, followed closely behind, and flew towards the top of the holy mountain.
The ghost aura around Mingli was once again permeated, and the black ghost aura and Chen Ping’s golden fairy brilliance contrasted with each other, forming a sharp contrast;
Liu Qianqian was holding a long blue sword, and on the sword body, it exuded a faint fairy brilliance, with a vigilant expression, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
“Who is it!”
The temple soldiers around the altar instantly discovered their figures, and a small temple commander at the head shouted loudly, with a strong murderous intent and vigilance in his voice.
Thousands of temple soldiers turned their heads in unison, and countless cold eyes swept over in unison, like countless cold swords, pointing directly at Chen Ping and the others.
The murderous aura around him instantly erupted, converging together, forming a huge torrent of murderous aura, crushing towards Chen Ping and the three of them.
Chen Ping ignored their sharp questions, nor did he care about the huge torrent of murderous aura, still flying forward unhurriedly, with an indifferent expression, as if those temple soldiers and those murderous aura had nothing to do with him.
His steps were still calm, his eyes were still cold, as if he was the only one left in the whole world, only the coffin in front of him, and only the obsession in his heart.
The little commander of the temple darkened, and a trace of anger and disdain flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that Chen Ping and the three of them were so arrogant, he actually ignored their existence and the majesty of the temple, and his murderous intent in his heart was even stronger.
He waved his hand sharply and shouted sharply: “Bold fanatic! How dare you trespass on the holy mountain of the temple and seek death! Take them down, kill them!
With his order, hundreds of temple soldiers shot together, and they used the magic of the temple one after another, and countless rays of light burst out from their hands, with majestic power, overwhelmingly blasted towards Chen Ping and the others.
Those techniques were densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, dyeing the entire sky black, as if they were going to completely devour Chen Ping and the three of them.
Mingli’s face changed, and he was about to resist immediately, but was stopped by Chen Ping raising his hand.
Chen Ping still stood with his hands on his back, just raised his hand so casually, without using any complex techniques, or even using too much immortal power, just lifting it gently.
“Boom-”
An invisible power instantly burst out from his palm, the power seemed weak, but it contained infinite power, like the power of heaven and earth, unstoppable.
Those bombarded techniques, the moment they came into contact with this invisible force, exploded all at once, turned into a little black light, and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving no trace, as if they had never appeared.
And the hundreds of temple soldiers rushing to the front seemed to be hit head-on by an invisible mountain, their bodies instantly stiffened, the expressions on their faces instantly froze, and their eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
Immediately afterwards, they let out a shrill scream, their bodies were like kites with broken threads, and they flew out in unison, and in mid-air, they spewed out mouthfuls of blood, and the blood stained the sky red, falling on the rocks in the mountains, blooming with dazzling blood flowers.
“Puff-puff-puff
-” A series of heavy objects landed, and the hundreds of temple soldiers had no breath when they landed, their bodies were stiff, their eyes were wide open, and they couldn’t close their eyes.
They couldn’t believe until they died that the technique they had tried their best to use was resolved by the other party’s casual blow, and they couldn’t even touch one of the other party’s fingers, so they were killed in seconds.
One move.
Just one move.
Hundreds of temple soldiers, many of whom were eighth-rank monks in the Immortal Realm, were all killed by Chen Ping with a casual move, leaving not a single survivor.
The remaining temple soldiers were completely stupid, one by one, standing still, motionless, their eyes full of fear and shock, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and the weapons in their hands also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, breaking the silence in the mountains, but also highlighting the fear in their hearts.
What kind of strength is this?
What is this means?
With a single move, he killed hundreds of monks in the Immortal Realm, which was at least the strength of the ninth rank of the Immortal Realm, right?
Even, is it possible that he is a strong man in the true fairyland?
But looking at Chen Ping in front of him, he is just a third-rank fairyland, how could he be so awesome?
I can’t figure it out, these temple soldiers can’t figure it out at all!
Their hearts were full of doubts and fears, and they looked at Chen Ping’s gaze as if they were looking at an invincible god, full of awe and fear, and no longer had the murderous spirit and arrogance they had before.
They didn’t even have the courage to escape, so they could only stand there in a daze, waiting for death to come.
Chen Ping didn’t give them time to react, nor did he give them a chance to escape.
He took a step, and his figure instantly disappeared in place, as if teleporting, and in the next second, he appeared above the altar.