Chapter 1773: Killing, Second Divine Servant

He Pingsheng looked calm, but in reality, he was terrified in his heart.

Too careless!

It was really just a bit away from death just now.

If it weren't for the divine talisman protecting his body beforehand.

Especially, He Pingsheng was not a brainless divine human; he had special combat experience, and when fighting that eighth-layer divine human, he was

He Pingsheng even saw that guy pull out a mysterious divine artifact. He felt at the time that before the opponent could activate the artifact, he could have already defeated the eighth-layer Divine Person a step ahead, and then dealt with the other person's attack.

But he never expected that the artifact would instantly emit a green light directly at him.

Fast!

The green light was shockingly fast; there was simply no way to dodge it.

Bang...

After expanding the black and white World-Grinding Disk, He Pingsheng still didn't feel at ease, so he hurriedly cast a layer of 【Miasma-Avoiding Divine Talisman】 on himself to prevent a second attack from the enemy.

Seeing this scene, that seventh-layer guy suddenly realized what was happening and sneered, "I thought you were really some kind of genius who is immune to all poisons?"

"So it turns out you borrowed the power of this Miasma-Avoiding Divine Talisman?"

"This is your immunity to all poisons?"

"Brother Sanyuan, did you see that? This brat is a menace; he cannot be left alive!"

"Otherwise, the ones who die later will be the two of us!"

"Kill..."

Following the seventh-layer guy's words, the two of them each wielded their divine artifacts and charged toward He Pingsheng to kill him.

He Pingsheng's pupils shrank slightly.

He definitely couldn't win against two opponents; after all, the opponent's cultivation base was still far above his.

But if it were one-on-one, the probability of winning would still be quite high.

"Niuding... hold that Sanyuan back... just for three breaths!"

Boom...

The next moment, the black grinding disk above He Pingsheng's head flew up and descended toward the top of the Sanyuan Divine Person's head.

Although Niuding went to block Sanyuan, He Pingsheng knew he definitely couldn't win, so he had to strike Sanyuan first to help Niuding share the pressure.

After blasting Sanyuan once, He Pingsheng didn't even look at the result and mobilized his divine power to begin defending against the seventh-layer Divine Person.

This fellow didn't take out that strange divine artifact to launch a sneak poison attack on He Pingsheng this time, but instead charged over holding a long black spear.

This spear was expanded by him, transforming into ten zhang in size in the void, and the black spearhead even reflected a greenish glimmer.

One look and you knew it was poisonous.

Good fellow!

This is a poison cultivator.

Cannot take it head-on.

Both World-Grinding Disks were pushed out by He Pingsheng, forming a thick protective shield.

That black spear stabbed before the shield, and the shield shattered.

However, the stone disk also blocked the opponent's attack.

"Hmph..." A sneer appeared on the poison cultivator's face again.

Then, six tiny green rays of light flashed past on his left and right sides, flying toward He Pingsheng from both sides.

Very stealthy.

Although stealthy, they had nowhere to hide thanks to He Pingsheng's spiritual sense.

The speed of these twelve thin green rays was extremely fast, but not as fast as the green light that had stabbed He Pingsheng earlier.

The difference in speed between the two attacks could be described as worlds apart.

He Pingsheng didn't know why the opponent didn't take out that strange divine artifact; he only focused on pouring all his divine power into his Golden Mountain Boots, and then his figure exploded outward.

Bang...

A golden light flashed, and He Pingsheng approached the poison cultivator in an instant.

When the twelve thin green rays arrived, He Pingsheng had already left his original spot.

The twelve green rays exploded behind the stone disk.

And at the same time, He Pingsheng's fist had already slammed into the poison cultivator's face.

With a bang, the poison cultivator was sent flying directly by He Pingsheng's immense power.

Then he crashed into the mountain body nearby.

He Pingsheng was slightly stunned!

He didn't expect this attack to succeed so easily.

It seems this fellow is only good at playing with poison; his actual attack and defense are nothing special.

Bang...

Behind He Pingsheng, a loud noise came simultaneously.

He didn't turn his head, but just scanned with his spiritual sense and discovered that Niuding had been blasted to the ground.

Not dead yet!

But he was not far from death.

"Kill him, and you won't live either!" He Pingsheng coldly dropped a sentence, and black and white light swept over his head, fiercely smashing toward the poison cultivator's body again.

"Don't!"

The poison cultivator let out a miserable scream: "I am a descendant of the Poison Dao Divine Monarch; if you kill me, you will die... your family will also die..."

Boom...

Before he could finish his sentence, he was blasted directly into a pile of meat paste by the World-Grinding Disk.

A soul flew out from his body, hoping to escape, but was nailed to death by He Pingsheng's spiritual sense.

A cloud of blood mist spread out.

He Pingsheng didn't have time to clean up the scene; his feet moved violently, and he turned into a beam of light, flying toward the other side.

Because he saw that the guy named 【Sanyuan】 had run away.

That's right, he escaped!

But his speed was not as fast as He Pingsheng's; in less than ten breaths, his path was blocked by He Pingsheng.

The two stone disks, one black and one white, turned into stone rollers and ground toward the Sanyuan Daoist from two directions.

He Pingsheng exchanged a few more moves with him and then completely trampled him underfoot.

"Spare my life... spare my life..."

"Fellow Daoist, killing me has no benefit; I can give you everything I have on me!"

"My divine artifacts, my items!"

"And divine gold, I have a lot of divine gold here!"

The Sanyuan Daoist was so scared that he hurriedly took out his nameplate.

He Pingsheng, however, gave a cold laugh: "I'll give you ten breaths to consider!"

"First, I kill you!"

"Second, hand over your divine seal and become my divine servant from now on!"

"Don't bargain with me, otherwise you won't even have the chance to choose; I will kill you directly!"

"Ten..."

"Nine..."

He Pingsheng's finger pressed against the Sanyuan Daoist's throat, and a cold voice came from his mouth, without any temperature.

Before he finished counting, the Sanyuan Daoist said: "Fine... I choose two!"

"I choose two!"

He was very smart; in today's situation, he simply had no choice.

Because if it were anyone else, it would be impossible to let him go.

Becoming a divine servant was almost the only option.

"Very good..." He Pingsheng withdrew his finger and stood up, his foot also leaving the Sanyuan Daoist's chest: "You can give me the slave seal now!"

A few breaths later, he received the Sanyuan Daoist's slave seal.

Merging the slave seal with his own spiritual sense, the next moment, the master-servant connection between the two was established.

"Young Master!" After becoming a servant, Sanyuan bowed his hands at the first opportunity: "That Dujun has a third-tier 【divine artifact】 on him. You just killed him, please go over and take his spatial ring; this item must be in his ring!"

He Pingsheng was suddenly both surprised and delighted: "Really?"

"Yes!" Sanyuan said: "This old servant naturally wouldn't dare to deceive the Young Master!"

"Good, good, good!" He Pingsheng was truly overjoyed and said: "You go and help that servant of mine up and help him recover from his injuries; I'll go count the battlefield myself!"

He Pingsheng returned to the place where he had just killed that fellow Dujun.

A long black spear was picked up by He Pingsheng; besides the spear, there were bloodstains all over the ground and a shattered Daoist robe.

And some flesh and broken bones!

"Come..." He Pingsheng gave a light shout, and a jade-green ring was collected into his hand from a distance.

On the ring, a faint spiritual sense remained; He Pingsheng did not wipe this spiritual sense away, but condensed it into a ball.

I don't know if this ball of spiritual sense can open the nameplate left behind by this fellow Dujun; if it can be opened, then the divine gold inside the nameplate can be transferred out by me.