Chapter 1295: Slaughter

y opened wide, absorbing it wantonly. As for Chen Ping, within his dantian, the Jingxin Jue was running at its maximum, constantly refining and absorbing the incoming spiritual energy!One day, two day...Mr. Chen...

Zhao Liguo drew his sword and stepped forward, blocking the puppet corpse.

Chen Ping frowned as he watched the puppet corpse, which had been stabbed by him, but seemed unharmed.

"This is too messed up..."

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed, and then his body rose into the air.

In an instant, Chen Ping reappeared before the puppet corpse.

"Whoosh..."

Chen Ping raised the Zhanlong Sword and slashed down with fury. The power of this strike was immense.

A terrifying sword aura gushed out from the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

The puppet corpse's arm was instantly chopped off by Chen Ping and flew away.

There was a gash there, but not a drop of blood.

Even with only one arm left, the puppet corpse's eyes didn't blink as it charged towards Chen Ping.

Waves of energy surged toward Chen Ping. He cursed under his breath and quickly retreated!

boom boom boom…………

A series of explosions rang out, and several deep pits instantly formed before Chen Ping!

"Bah bah…………"

Chen Ping spat out the dirt in his mouth and looked at the puppet corpse: "This is too perverted..."

Before Chen Ping could even catch his breath, the puppet corpse charged at him again.

Besides, two more puppet corpses were charging towards Chen Ping.

Their target was only Chen Ping, so even though the Four Evildoers were helping Chen Ping to block them, these puppet corpses would charge at Chen Ping whenever they got the chance.

Looking at the puppet corpses charging towards him, Chen Ping frowned, his eyes filled with anger.

With a swing of the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand, he followed up with a push of his left palm forward.

A terrifying spiritual force directly pushed the flames on the Dragon Slaying Sword forward by several meters!

The roaring flames burned rapidly under the influence of spiritual energy.

Those puppet corpses were instantly engulfed in flames.

A wave of burnt aroma wafted in, accompanied by crackling sounds!

Seeing this, Chen Ping let out a sigh of relief. Though these puppet corpses couldn't be killed by chopping them up, they could at least be burned to death, right

Just as Chen Ping had just let out a sigh of relief, two puppet corpses burning with flames rushed towards him.

Even if their entire bodies were engulfed in flames, these puppet corpses showed no signs of retreat or panic!

"Damn it..."

Chen Ping saw this, his figure suddenly retreated violently, but the two puppet corpses relentlessly pursued!

"Mr. Chen, cut off the puppet corpse's head, and they won't be able to control it anymore…"

Ding Dagang roared at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping, hearing this, steadied himself with the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand and chopped down at the head of a puppet corpse.

Although Chen Ping was also struck by a punch, his indestructible golden body protected him from injury.

The puppet's head was chopped off, and its body instantly fell to the ground, motionless.

It seems the other party controls these puppet corpses with psychic power, they still need the corpses' heads for it.

If it's a headless corpse, there's nothing we can do about it.

Knowing the way to break the puppet corpse, Chen Ping wielded his Dragon Slaying Sword and began hacking relentlessly.

Seven puppet corpses, in less than an hour, were all beheaded by Chen Ping.

Just after the heads of seven puppet corpses were severed, in a dark, damp, and pitch-black cave, a man with disheveled hair and copper-colored eyes lay among a dozen or so corpses.

This guy is the Qisha Xingjun that Ding Daguo mentioned, he has been missing for many years, always cultivating his art of refining corpses.

"How did this Zhushi Mountain manage to do this It killed off all seven of my puppet corpses so quickly..."

Qisha Xingjun's face was full of distress as he said.

But that was only for a moment. The face of the Qisha Star Lord returned to its icy expression. With a gentle wave of his hands, streaks of black mist emanated from his palms. The corpses lying on the ground began to move.retreated.Chen Ping then placed the medicinal herbs into the Shennong Ding. A spiritual fire was struck into the Shennong Ding, and soon a roaring blaze erupted within!A pleasant aroma began to waft f...