I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 170 Yan Ping's Inner Demon

The hallucination continued.

At a certain moment, the person in the blood pool floated out of the blood pool.

Yan Ping saw his face clearly. It was exactly the same as his, but younger.

The pair of scarlet eyes in the pool of blood stared at him and spoke hoarsely.

"Why don't you save me?"

Yan Ping's pupils suddenly turned blood red, but he did not take any action. The overwhelming hatred and murderous intent were firmly suppressed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Ping looked at his younger self, a sneer on his face.

"You should save yourself."

'Yan Ping' in the blood pool suddenly struggled, his eyes full of resentment and hatred.

"Why should I ask for help if I can save myself!"

"Why me! Why me!"

"Why didn't you save me!"

Yan Ping walked to the blood pool, looked at the figures floating up and down in it, and then looked at the constantly changing appearances of the mortal monks on the surrounding pillars.

He spoke softly, "Because if you die, don't bother me anymore."

When a person dies, it is like a light going out. At the moment of death, everything is gone.

But the corpses of so many people, entangled together, will always form a sense of resentment.

It's not strong, probably only enough to give a mortal a nightmare, but he's unlucky.

I just happened to have a memorable experience, which was very similar to this one, and accidentally triggered some things.

The cave was silent.

The few people who were originally searching around looked up at Yan Ping vigilantly when they heard his voice.

It seemed like he was looking at something or talking to someone.

I suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

Ji Heyu's face was solemn and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Wen Ye was the first to notice the change in Yan Ping. Just as he was about to move over, he was held down by Ji Heyu.

"Don't go there."

Yu Tianhong felt his arms go numb. He looked at Yan Ping and then at Ji Heyu.

"What happened to the senior?"

Ji Heyu didn't know what happened to Yan Ping. When he noticed that Yan Ping was abnormal, he immediately used his spiritual sense to vigilantly explore the surrounding environment.

There are no formations, no talismans, and no messy spells.

But something was clearly wrong with Yan Ping.

Yan Ping suddenly closed his eyes, and the sound seemed to be normal, but also strange.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Just keep looking around."

"Wen Ye, you go too. Watch carefully and don't miss any clues."

Yan Ping forced himself to ignore the voice of the man in the pool and only opened his eyes again after talking to the people outside.

At this moment, his pupils were completely red.

The man in the pool looked at him with a strange and sinister smile.

"Since you want to destroy this place, why don't you do it?"

Yan Ping suppressed the hatred and murderous intent surging in his sea of ​​consciousness. He smiled sinisterly, his mouth open silently.

"I heard that when one reaches the pinnacle realm, a demon will appear in one's heart."

'But when I was promoted, I had no problems along the way. Why didn't you show up then?'

"Are you afraid that I would kill you right away?"

'You think I can't kill you now?'

The figure in the blood pool suddenly laughed. A moment later, he walked out of the blood pool step by step. The blood on his body fell off, revealing large patches of hideous scars.

The inner demon looked exactly like Yan Ping when he was fifteen years old.

The inner demon stood in front of Yan Ping, smiling strangely, "You won't, because you don't dare."

"Wen Ye is here. If you kill me, you might kill him."

"Do you dare to bet?"

Yan Ping could feel the pain coming from his body. The pain kept bringing back his past memories, making the hatred and murderous intent in his sea of ​​consciousness surge even more.

Yan Ping didn't dare to gamble. He thought for a moment, found the direction, and began to suppress his thoughts.

'So, you appeared based on my hatred.'

The figure of the inner demon gradually became blurred, and the imagined pain dissipated. It did not force you to stay, but left behind a mocking remark.

"If I can show up the first time, I'll show up the second time."

Yan Ping looked at the changes in front of him and felt like laughing.

His inner demon actually manifested itself in these evil cultivators.

Yan Ping's pupils were still bloodshot. He simply suppressed his hatred, but his murderous intent became more and more boiling.

He looked up at the ceiling of the cave nervously.

He killed all the evil cultivators in Yuanzhou, and when he was going to take Wen Ye away, he would kill Qingzhou again.

All the evil cultivators and those related to them were killed, leaving no one alive.

But it doesn't seem to work.

Demonic cultivators are essentially human beings as well. If you want to completely eliminate them, you have to kill the humans as well.

As long as there are no living people, no one can practice magic anymore.

But where to start?

It would be better to start from the Tianyang Sect first. There just happens to be a rat in the Tianyang Sect who is secretly in contact with the evil cultivators.

The more Yan Ping thought about it, the more excited he became. He raised his hand and bit his fingertips, leaving a wound but no blood. The corners of his mouth curved into a terrifying arc.

Ji Heyu watched from a distance and became more and more frightened the more he watched.

Wen Ye was also observing Yan Ping. Compared to Ji Heyu's eyes, he could vaguely feel some of Yan Ping's murderous intent and excitement through the blood chain.

It's very faint, but looking at Yan Ping's current performance, this is definitely the result of Yan Ping's feeling of cutting off the blood chain.

Wen Ye suddenly walked towards Yan Ping, and Ji Heyu did not stop him this time.

"Senior, what are you laughing at?"

Yan Ping's thoughts, which had been running wild, instantly gathered when he heard Wen Ye's words.

But he was in very good spirits, still couldn't take away the smile on his face, and looked a little nervous.

His pupils were still bloodshot, still yearning for his previous fantasies.

"I'm fine. I just thought of something happy."

Yan Ping laughed again when he said this.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, once she becomes crazy, she will become terrifying.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping quietly, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Senior, can you come with me? I have a question for you."

Yan Ping was very clear-headed. Even though his mind was telling him to take Wen Ye's head off, he didn't do it.

Yan Ping took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took back the thoughts that he had just let go, gathered them together, and suppressed them.

The whole person looks quite normal, but the pupils are still scarlet.

He tilted his head before placing his hand on Wen Ye's.

"Let's go."

Wen Ye held the cold hand in his hand, silently took out another warm bell and put it into Yan Ping's other hand.

Then the next second, he saw the warm bell shattered into pieces in Yan Ping's hands.

Wen Ye: "..."

He should be thankful that Yan Ping is awake now, otherwise his hand would be disabled.

Wen Ye moved much more gently. He took the man to a corner and took out a primary formation plate.

He looked at Yan Ping with a normal expression.

"Senior, I don't understand this formation, can you help me?"

Yan Ping knew nothing about battle tactics.

His scarlet eyes looked at Wen Ye dimly.

"Do you want to die?"

The people watching from the side: "..."