Dragon Vein Martial God

3While Jiang Ting and Xiahou Ping were talking, Jiang Ting was intentionally making things difficult for them. He expressed that he didn't know how to deal with Xiahou Ping, but Xu Lin suddenly said goodbye. Without waiting for an answer, he brought the other two men and flew away.    

    

They did not want to get involved.    

    

Be it the Devil Dao or the Purple Frost Sect, they were not people Ruyi Temple could afford to offend... Therefore, they would not get involved even if Xiahou Ping died. They would not give any opinions either.    

    

Jiang Ting looked at the backs of the three people and laughed loudly. "Fellow Daoists, take care."    

    

"Fellow Daoist, if you come to Stone City again, remember to inform me. When the time comes, I will definitely sweep my bed and welcome you." The three of them did not turn their heads. Only Xu Lin's voice remained, and the speed at which they left became even faster.    

    

They waited until the three of them left.    

    

"You don't dare to kill me... Hehe... Do you dare... Haha..." Xiahou Ping seemed to have understood Jiang Ting's concerns. He suddenly got up and laughed wildly.    

    

Jiang Ting took out a chair and sat down." And then?"    

    

Xiahou Ping stared at Jiang Ting. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go. I promise you that I will not cause you any more trouble in the future."    

    

"Puff..." Jiang Ting couldn't help but laugh.    

    

Xiahou Ping held back his anger and growled, "What are you laughing at!"    

    

Life and death could not be decided by man... Although he was angry, he was not stupid.    

    

"What am I laughing at?"    

    

After a pause, Jiang Ting said softly, "I am laughing. How arrogant are you? Now that you have become my prisoner, how can you negotiate with me? "    

    

Xiahou Ping showed an angry expression, "If you are not afraid of me, with your temper, why would you talk nonsense with me?"    

    

Perhaps it was Jiang Ting's mockery, or perhaps it was because he had figured something out... Xiahou Ping no longer suppressed his anger.    

    

"You... are too arrogant."    

    

After pausing for a while, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. "I do have a headache... But my headache... Do you want me to execute you on the spot or bring you back to the Purple Frost Sect? Do you think... What I said just now was a lie, a headache, should I let you go? Ridiculous!"    

    

At the end of his words, his voice became extremely cold and filled with coldness.    

    

"You!" Xiahou Ping's pupils suddenly shrunk.    

    

Executioner? Bring back the Purple Frost Sect?    

    

These two outcomes, no matter which one, were not something he could accept... Execute? He did not want to die!    

    

To be brought back to the Purple Frost Sect? He was the only son of the Devil Dao's ruler, if he really was locked up in the Purple Frost Sect... If the news were to spread... then, unless the Purple Frost Sect was destroyed... Otherwise, he would never have the chance to leave. He would always be a prisoner.    

    

Xiahou Ping's body trembled as he growled, "You humiliated me like this, you... aren't you afraid of my father's revenge?!"    

    

He was trembling, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry.    

    

"Fight with your father?" After a pause, Jiang Ting's eyes lit up. "Could it be that you have forgotten that my master is also a Soul Transformation?"    

    

Xiahou Ping said without hesitation, "There is also a difference between a Soul Transformation cultivator and a Soul Transformation cultivator. There is a difference between heaven and earth!"    

    

A disappointed look appeared on Jiang Ting's face, "It seems like you are panicking. Apart from your father, there are no other methods that can save your life."    

    

He continued to think about it in his heart. He would execute him on the spot and capture him.    

    

The two of them had their pros and cons.    

    

Not to mention executing him on the spot, Xiahou Ping would definitely die, and his soul would be destroyed. Without Xiahou Ping, perhaps Xiahou Yuanhai would be furious. However... With the existence of the Purple Frost Sect, unless Xiahou Yuanhai wanted to fight the six major sects once more... Otherwise, it was impossible for him to take revenge himself.    

    

At most... the limit would be to find some Devil Dao spies to ambush him. It would not be a problem.    

    

As for bringing him back to the Purple Frost Sect... Xiahou Ping was the former Young Lord of the Devil Dao, and he was also the only son of Xiahou Yuanhai. His identity was there, and if he captured the Purple Frost Sect, the sect would definitely reward him handsomely.    

    

However, there was a huge disadvantage... because of his identity, the sect would not kill him, but imprison him to deal a heavy blow to the Devil Dao... and because of his identity, the Devil Dao would most likely pay a certain price to rescue him.    

    

In short, bringing him back would bring him benefits, but also disadvantages. Furthermore, his actions might lead to the Devil Dao attacking him crazily in order to wash away his shame.    

    

On the other side.    

    

Xiahou Ping gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Ting, "What do you want me to do to make me leave?"    

    

Jiang Ting, who was still in deep thought, said carelessly, "Kneel down and beg for mercy. I might let you go."    

    

"Kneel down and beg for mercy?" The moment he stopped, Xiahou Ping suddenly laughed coldly. "I dare to kneel. Do you dare to accept it?! If you insult my surname Xiahou like this, even if my father kills his way into the Purple Frost Sect to take revenge on you, the Purple Frost Sect will have nothing to say! "    

    

Jiang Ting suppressed his thoughts and raised his head to laugh lightly. "What is there to be afraid of? Other than me, there is no one else here. "    

    

Xiahou Ping's body trembled slightly, and veins popped out on his forehead... He was furious and humiliated at the same time.    

    

Hmm, useless fury.    

    

After a while.    

    

Xiahou Ping's body trembled as he closed his eyes. He exhaled slightly and was about to kneel on the ground, "I beg you, let me go..."    

    

Seeing this, Jiang Ting's eyes flashed, and he instantly moved away from Xiahou Ping's direction. At this moment, his cultivation base was not as good as anyone else's. He could force Xiahou Ping to kneel down in the sky, but he did not dare to accept it. If he really humiliated him too much, who knew if Xiahou Yuanhai would go crazy?    

    

"After Xiahou Ping kowtowed three times on the ground, when he opened his eyes again, he saw that Jiang Ting had already appeared behind him in a flash.    

    

"Can, can you let me leave?" Suppressing the anger, humiliation, and unwillingness in his heart, Xiahou Ping forced himself to remain calm.    

    

As for Jiang Ting...    

    

"Sigh..."    

    

First he sighed lightly, then Jiang Ting waved his hand and took out the magic sword. "Actually, I have already decided to bring you back to the Purple Frost Sect. At that time, although you will be imprisoned, you will also have the chance to escape... But... You shouldn't have begged for mercy."    

    

Xiahou Ping was stunned for a moment before he realized what had happened. His pupils slowly widened... They were filled with unwillingness, anger, and even more regret.    

    

"I heard that I have already become your inner demon?"    

    

After saying that, Jiang Ting took out a chair and sat down. "Today, I think your inner demon will expand... But I will see what you will do. Although your inner demon will expand, it will become your motivation to move forward. If I really let you live, as long as you break the seal... Then, you will be able to enter the Golden Core realm. "    

    

Xiahou Ping did not say anything, but the regret in his eyes grew even stronger.    

    

"You are able to adapt to circumstances, and your status is extraordinary. If I really capture you and let you escape, I'm afraid I'll be in even greater trouble... I can only ask you to die."    

    

After saying that, Jiang Ting waved his sword and said, "You have clearly died, and you are worthy of your status as the Devil Young Lord."    

    

"Blood gushed out like a fountain.    

    

Xiahou Ping's head was chopped off by Jiang Ting's magic sword. The magic power contained in the magic sword also cut off Xiahou Po's divine soul.    

    

In the end, he did not crush Xiahou Ping's divine soul. He only severely injured his divine soul and destroyed his consciousness.    

    

After all, he was the only son of the Devil Path's ruler. If he really killed Xiahou Ping's divine soul, if Xia Hou Yuanhai went crazy, he would probably only be trapped in the Purple Frost Sect in the future, not daring to leave the Crane Cry Mountain.    

    

A wisp of flame appeared, and Xiahou Ping's head and headless corpse began to burn rapidly... Only that pair of eyes, which were filled with regret, left a deep impression on him.