Ye Ping had never really experienced assassination, let alone such as assassination of extremely high-level. This was a joint attack by two peak seventh-grade masters. The energy burst out in an instant, infinitely approaching the ninth-grade Immortal Master. At that moment, it seemed as if a heaven and earth Dharma appeared behind the two at the same time. It seemed that the assassination gods from ancient times descended on them.

Without too much time to think about other things, all these behaviors were completely Ye Ping's subconscious reaction. The dark will suddenly appear. Whenever he encounters a deadly destiny, he will burst out with such a will. Even if the two of them have a very powerful joint attack, Ye Ping is sure to win. The more dangerous it is, the more high his fighting spirit is.

At this moment, Ye Ping naturally pinched a fist mark with both hands. This was composed of two hands, not the handprints he pinched when he was fighting just now. Ten fingers were intertwined, and the last two index fingers were each opposite each other, and the two thumbs were hidden in the palm of the palm. This fist mark was extremely strange, both like a Buddhist handprint and a Taoist handprint, which was extremely magical.

The two completely different temperaments are perfectly integrated at this time. Even the knowledgeable King of the Three Worlds will never be recognized here. Because this is a fist seal formed by Ye Ping subconsciously, and there is only one in the sky and under the earth. A strange thing happened. When the fist seal condensed, the dark will burst out like a torrent.

The violent spiritual pressure swept across all directions and actually covered the radius of dozens of miles!

Many masters squirted blood and fell to the ground, and they didn't even have the chance to resist, so they felt that their lives were passing by quickly.

"This...what kind of boxing technique is this? It's so powerful. This is not the inheritance of King Tianlan, absolutely not!"

"It's not just boxing, it's more like a handprint! Also, haven't you noticed it? Our soul and space are all..."

"That's right... the soul space seems to be about to collapse... It's terrible... It actually invaded the soul space..."

Several masters were shocked and spoke intermittently, without the power he had just now. Under the influence of Ye Ping's terrifying dark will, no one's mental power could resist. Even Qiu Ye, who was behind Ye Ping, could not help but be attacked by this violent energy. At this time, his face was extremely pale, and he barely supported him before he did not fall down.

His pupils shrank violently, "Is this... this is Ye Ping's trump card? What kind of handprint is this? It's so powerful? The most terrifying... The most terrifying thing is the firm mental power. What is it? There are so many secrets on him. If Su Mo fights Ye Ping again, he will still be no match for him. The gap between the two is too big!"

Qiuye looked shocked. He could only barely support him by circulating his qi and blood madly and conditioning his injuries. He could not imagine what would happen if he stood in front of Ye Ping and was crushed by him with this sharp aura? I'm afraid it would be difficult to last a few breaths! Before the battle could begin, the sea of ​​consciousness began to boil.

The sea of ​​consciousness is one of the most mysterious places in the soul space. What it carries is a person's soul and spiritual power.

The boiling consciousness does not mean that the person is excited or excited. On the contrary, the more stable the sea of ​​consciousness is, the clearer the mind will be. During the battle, the more reasonable it can mobilize the qi, blood and spiritual energy in the whole body. But if the sea of ​​consciousness cannot shake, his mental power will not be concentrated. What Ye Ping is doing now is to destroy a person's will and fundamentally solve it.

It was almost time for the two of them to say that they were about to succeed and even touched the mysterious way of assassination, they felt Ye Ping's dark will full of murderous aura. Immediately afterwards, the more magical handprint appeared in front of them. In a flash, it was pointed on the long swords of the two of them. Time seemed to have stopped.

Just when they were glad that the long sword in their hands stabbed Ye Ping's palm, the situation changed instantly. Because the power of Ye Ping's handprint was also transmitted in an instant, the torrent of spiritual energy composed of the dark will suddenly crossed the tendons, veins, qi and blood, and the sea of ​​consciousness of the two of them. With almost no reaction, they felt that they had lost consciousness.

That's right, they didn't even react to the pain, and were directly bombarded by Ye Ping.

Being caught off guard, I left the world and disappeared completely.

With the fall of the two people, their bodies burst. In the torrent of the dark will, in less than a breath, their bodies were completely destroyed in the void. The world returned to silence again, as if nothing had happened just now. Only the yellow sand in the sand of the Ganges River was heard, and this solemn feeling was extremely terrifying.

"Is the knot... over?" Qiuye realized that Ye Ping had left his back to him just now at the moment of taking action. He knew that this power could not be controlled by himself, for fear of hurting Qiuye, so he thought of using his body to block him. The original image of the graceful clothes completely disappeared, replaced by his ragged back.

But no one laughed at him. In fact, it was extremely difficult to even say a word. Everyone felt that his voice was extremely hoarse, as if the gravel of the Ganges sand was blown into his throat, causing dryness and pain. Everything was silent. Without Su Mo, there were no two masters in black. Some were just Ye Ping's invincible figure.

Ye Ping was not in the mood to make any "review of the award". He closed his eyes slightly and recalled the shocking blow just now.

"At that moment... I seemed to have truly combined Buddha and Tao. It's a pity... that handprint was completely a stroke of divine origin. I asked me to do it again, but I couldn't use it any longer. And the dark will seemed to have changed, but I really couldn't figure out this mysterious thing. Perhaps, only in battle can I have some insights..."

That handprint was indeed a stroke of divine origin, and it was the terrifying energy that Ye Ping burst out in desperate situations.

But in a sense, this is not accidental, but something that will inevitably happen.

Since he awakened his true dark will, he began to think about how to truly integrate Buddhism and Taoism together every day. As the saying goes, there are thoughts on the day and dreams on the night, and his subconscious is constantly judging the essence of it.
Chapter completed!