Zhang Ping quickly regained consciousness, but was weak all over.

After barely opening his eyes, he saw Bao Jiarong running wildly with him in his arms. Behind Bao Jiarong, the demon clan roared, and even the flying bird demon clan attacked, and even bows and arrows.

Just as Zhang Ping opened his eyes, a sharp arrow came out of Bao Jiarong's chest and stopped at the tip of Zhang Ping's nose.

A drop of blood slid down and just flowed into Zhang Ping's mouth.

The thick rust and fishy smell bloomed on the tip of the tongue.

Bao Jiarong's feet became soft, but he burst into a hoarse roar, spitting blood in his mouth, holding Zhang Ping and continuing to run wildly, his speed increased.

Zhang Ping wanted to struggle, but he was weak all over and his chest was numb.

A bitter regret arose from my heart: Why did I not retain a drop of merit or two before? Wait, I still have elixirs!

Zhang Ping touched his backpack, but felt empty.

Bao Jiarong's hoarse and powerless voice came: "I can't hold it anymore and throw away my backpack."

While speaking, Bao Jiarong sprayed another mouthful of blood, and another arrow came out of his chest. The sharp sharp arrow pointed at Zhang Ping's heart.

Zhang Ping looked at the "Bronze Ball" intently, but the bronze ball at this time had nothing.

Why!

Why!

You come out for me!

Why did I use up all my merits? Why didn’t I leave a drop behind?

That merit of forming a combat team activation is still only a little bit and cannot be used at all.

Seeing Bao Jiarong's face turn from pale to yellow, it was a sign of blood drying. Bao Jiarong's eyelids gradually closed, but he could only keep his feet moving.

Despair rose from Zhang Ping's heart.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a large number of bird monsters chasing behind him; and there were endless crazy monsters storming and trampling behind him, and a large number of monsters were crushed by the monsters craze.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Ping's mouth: OK, he is not lonely in hell! Then Zhang Ping tightened his right hand tightly, holding three blood-dropping golden feathers in his palm.

Bao Jiarong's eyelids are about to close, and his consciousness is blurred; Zhang Ping's mentality is calm. Although death is terrifying, bravely welcoming death makes people feel peaceful.

Zhang Ping was very clear and realized that he had realized his sudden enlightenment, and his spirit and realm were sublimated at this moment.

However, I am going to die!

If you hear about the stolen seat in the morning, you can die! (Note 1)

But I'm not willing to give up. I still have a dream, I still want to be a siege lion, I still want to...

Suddenly, the bronze ball moved and appeared in front of Zhang Ping's eyes. A familiar and mysterious message appeared in Zhang Ping's mind:

[The new Five Elements Resistance Thought assists Gu Yanshan in breaking through the God Transformation Period and is recognized by the National Institute of Cultivation and Cultivation and Training, and has improved the "General Practice" and promoted the development and progress of Chinese civilization. It is of great significance and has immeasurable merits.]

The moment this thought emerged, the merits fell like rain.

Immortal merit!

This time it was really immeasurable. A 'green' spring appeared under the bronze ball at a speed visible to the naked eye. This time there were hundreds of merits.

The blue humanitarian merits and the acquired merits are now symbolized by Zhang Ping's eyes.

As soon as the thought moves, Zhang Ping instantly uses five drops of merit: two of which are used to restore the body, and three drops are used to restore the spirit, true qi, unblock the meridians, etc.

Suddenly, Bao Jiarong's feet became soft and he crawled directly on the ground, throwing Zhang Ping away.

Behind, a large number of demons rushed over. The demons' eyes were red. They would not give up if they didn't kill Zhang Ping.

Not to mention the monster frenzy caused by Zhang Ping, just saying that Zhang Ping pulled out the feathers of the little princess of the Jinluan clan is enough to arouse public anger. If Zhang Ping is not killed, even if everyone leaves this space alive, they will not be able to take advantage of it!

Zhang Ping landed on the ground, but did not fully contact the ground, but directly suspended at a height of one foot. A whirlpool of spiritual energy appeared around Zhang Ping, and the rolling energy of heaven and earth poured into Zhang Ping's body.

Under the merits, Zhang Ping's injury quickly recovered, his negative state disappeared, and his true energy not only recovered, but even became more concentrated and stronger, and his spirit was also renewed.

The only problem is that it is temporarily unarmed.

Zhang Ping slowly stood up, floating in the air, facing the demon clan rushing towards him wildly, his eyes flashed coldly: "Fire Snake, come out!"

Under the state of blessing of merit, Zhang Ping's combat power soared. Not only did he control three fire snakes at the same time, but he also integrated his attack skills into the fire snake.

You don’t have to use a big sword to display your sword skills! Everyone says: As long as you have a high qualities, everything can be used as a sword.

People can make swords with every grass and every tree, why can’t their own fire dragon be able to do it?

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So, Zhang Ping broke out.

The tips of the three fire snakes turned into sword edges, and the cold light flashed on them. However, Zhang Ping used the ordinary fire snake technique to the extreme, blessed the seven-star sword skill and blessed the power of the sun's true fire.

The fire snake danced wildly, all the arrows and spells were shattered, and then the three fire snakes actually broke away from Zhang Ping's control and rolled forward.

First, the three demon clans were swept by the fire snake and smelled so good that they could dip them in a little garlic paste.

The demon clan behind him was a little hesitant.

Zhang Ping turned around and picked up Bao Jiarong and ran wildly. At this time, Zhang Ping was in complete condition. The foundation of half the foundation building period burst out, floating at a height of one foot, with the shadow of the wind wings behind him, and the wind was moving under his feet. His whole body was like a ray of light, green... and slipped to the ends of the earth, and the two were alone.

Zhang Ping ran wildly, but his hands were not idle. He collected a few drops of blood from the three golden feathers, then incorporated three drops of merit and took it to Bao Jiarong.

Then Zhang Ping looked at the curse of Ten Thousand Demons on his left clavicle. At this time, the curse of Ten Thousand Demons had burned more than half. According to the current speed, it would be consumed in two or three hours.

But at this time, Zhang Ping had a new idea.

When the thoughts move slightly, a drop of merit gathers on the curse of the Ten Thousand Demons, and then Zhang Ping carefully tempted. After a while, Zhang Ping used five drops of merit to completely peel off the curse.

Zhang Ping did not clear the curse, but used merit to isolate and strengthen it, refine it with the true fire of the sun, and finally imprinted his own soul and spiritual imprint.

Then Zhang Ping cruelly took out a little blood, bone chips, etc. from the wound on his chest, and refined them into a small badge with the true fire of the sun, solidifying the curse of thousands of demons on it.

"Merit and magic weapon!" Joy flashed in Zhang Ping's eyes. After the refining was completed, Zhang Ping had a strange enlightenment in his heart.

The curse effect is very strong, even more powerful than imagined, and it seems that the effect can continue to improve as the injected true energy increases.

And for some reason, Zhang Ping realized this in his heart: this curse was not refined by himself, but was used by others to harm him. So if he uses this curse to do bad things, he will not be involved in cause and effect - cause and effect will be borne by others!

"Hey! God treats me, Zhang Ping!" Zhang Ping felt a little proud.

At this time, Bao Jiarong opened his eyes and his voice was hoarse and weak: "I'm not dead? Are you alive?"

Zhang Ping sighed: "No, we are dead, this is hell. But I didn't expect there would be demons in hell."

Bao Jiarong touched the three arrows on his chest and did not speak.

Zhang Ping pulled out a stiff smile: "Don't pull out the arrow first."

"I understand better than you." Bao Jiarong rolled his eyes hard and asked again: "What did you eat for me?"
Chapter completed!