C681 Sunset
C681 Sunset
When the Madame Zhu held a red sun in her hands, Yang Ping knew that she did not give her all in her battle with Lan Fenghuang. A Madame Zhu who could defeat a top-notch Saint without using his full strength could use his trump card at this moment.
However, Yang Ping was not afraid, and looked straight at Madame Zhu.
There was no such word as afraid of death in the blood of soldiers!
His pupils condensed into two dots, one black and one white. The two blended together, wanting to fight to the death.
Although they were not of the same level, Yang Ping would never allow herself to be insulted in terms of dignity, even if it meant using her life as a price to protect him.
"..."
A simple coffee shop outside the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.
While Young Master Lin and Su Xian were drinking their coffee, a group of girls quietly looked over. Because he was too handsome, he was the center of attention wherever he went, so he was used to being noticed by others. When a girl couldn't help but ask for his number, Young Master Lin actually gave it to him. This caused the other girls to be extremely excited. They eagerly wanted to come over, but they lacked the courage to do so.
When the bravest girl received the phone number, her face flushed red, her heart thumping. She shyly glanced at Young Master Lin, then returned to the crowd and was immediately surrounded by the other girls.
Zheng Jiaxuan stood, revealed an envious expression, and said: "Young Master Lin, you will always be the focus of attention wherever you go. Whoever is beside you will lose all color. "
Young Master Lin laughed blandly: "If you tell them your identity, there will probably be a lot of girls who want to go to bed with you. It depends on whether you're willing or not."
He did not expect that Young Master Lin would be in a very good mood today, and was willing to take the initiative to reply, causing him to be overjoyed. He hurriedly bowed and said: "How can I compare with Young Master Lin, you are the moon in the sky. I am just a firefly in the light, it is my great honor to be able to stand behind Young Master Lin."
Young Master Lin laughed loudly. Evidently, because when Yang Ping walked into the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, it meant that it was very difficult to come out. Even if she came out, he would definitely fall out with the Hidden Treasure Pavilion and at that time, it would be the best opportunity for him to make a move.
Without the protection of the Madame Zhu, how could Yang Ping create a storm?
He felt that Yang Ping was just a Ninth Level Stage disciple and that she was one of the Four Young Masters of the Floating Temple. Her identity, status, number and type of Ancient Martial Arts could not be compared with Yang Ping.
He felt that Yang Ping wasn't strong, so the two Subsaint experts beside him were much stronger than that half-baked fake.
With luck, he would not always be on Yang Ping's side.
"Is the sunset ready?"
Young Master Lin asked as he swirled his coffee cup.
An expert from Subsaint walked up and answered: "Young Master Lin, the setting sun has entered its complete state, we can act at any time."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Young Master Lin as he snorted, "If Yang Ping comes out alive, you two must kill Yang Ping together with the setting sun. No matter how much she had to pay. "Did you hear that?"
"..."
The red sun hung high in the sky, and the illusions around them completely changed. It was as if they were people that couldn't swim, falling into the ocean. Under the assault of the monstrous waves, they could only helplessly wait to die. Yang Ping fell into the Madame Zhu's Saint Domain and was unable to extricate herself.
When the power in his body reached its peak, the black and white energies continued to fuse and produce a mystical aura that allowed him to withstand the Madame Zhu's pressure without suffering any injuries. If word of this got out, it would definitely be a miracle.
It has to be said that Madame Zhu's Purple Sun Saint Domain was extremely tyrannical in China. When the Red Sun was purified into a Purple Sun, she would sweep the world.
"Let me ask you again, are you willing to accept the condition of Floating Temple?" Madame Zhu said coldly.
Yang Ping sneered, and stopped being as respectful to Madame Zhu as before. In front of her, there was only a selfish woman, and she said: "I would rather die standing, than live kneeling."
Madame Zhu sighed, revealing a dense sense of death. The tyrannical red sun in her hands became more and more tyrannical, affecting the void itself. Countless black cracks appeared in the surrounding, as though she was trying to forcibly pull out the void storm.
She was strong enough to create spatial tears.
"I'm very disappointed in you!"
Madame Zhu shouted loudly. Her three thousand black hair danced in the wind behind him.
"We're friends."
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and endured it, unexpectedly she did not fall, but it was impossible for him to retaliate. Being able to endure the oppression of the Purple Sun Saint Domain was the limit of all his strength and she could not take another step forward.
The Madame Zhu raised her hand high in the air, and the red sun shone brightly, illuminating the entire bamboo forest.
At this moment, she was emitting an invincible aura.
Ka-cha! *
Yang Ping only felt a crack in the seal at her Dantian, the terrifying darkness energy was like a shark smelling blood, rushing out frantically and invading his body, wanting to control his Spiritual World.
He was greatly shocked. As he resisted the Purple Sun Saint Domain, he also dealt with the power of darkness. It was extremely strenuous to attack from both sides.
Gradually, his expression turned indifferent, and his pupils dilated. His aura seemed to have transformed into that of a completely different person.
Yang Ping roared towards the sky, she had already transformed.
Balls of dark energy leaked out from his pores, forming a black armor that wrapped around his body. A sickle appeared out of nowhere in his hand, it was the sickle of the god of death, with a light swing, it actually gave off power that made everyone feel despair, even the Purple Sun Saint Domain was unable to suppress it.
Madame Zhu's eyes flashed, and the red sun set on her palm.
Yang Ping was no longer Yang Ping. Her inner world was already filled with darkness. With a loud roar, she lifted up the scythe of the god of death and collided with the red sun of the Madame Zhu. She wanted to use the god of death's scythe to break apart the red sun.
Unfortunately, the red sun was too strong. The moment the scythe of the god of death came into contact with it, it was melted by the high temperature.
A piece of black energy body fell off, the armor fell off, and Yang Ping's eyes returned to normal. She laid on the ground, gasping for breath, completely terrified. If the God of Death's sickle hadn't been shattered, he probably wouldn't be her original self anymore. She would have become a demon, becoming a demon's slave like Zhou Zhanlong.
The dark energy dissipated, dispersed by the red sun, temporarily unable to recover.
The red sun disappeared.
The summer breeze brought with it a chilly sensation. The bamboo forest swayed, and a peculiar radiance radiated from it.
The wind was calm.
Yang Ping was stunned. She thought that she was about to die, but she was still alive, and the darkness energy in her body was forcefully planned to transform into her own energy.
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Peak of Grade Nine!
Not only was he alive, his cultivation base was also rising.
Yang Ping was dumbstruck.
What was going on?
He blankly looked at the Madame Zhu who had retracted his Saint Domain.
Madame Zhu turned and walked towards Bamboo House, she was too lazy to care about him, but when she entered the house, a cold voice came out of Bamboo House: "I owe Xuan Jizi back, whatever happens to you in the future has nothing to do with me. Even if someone comes to kill you, I won't do it. "
"It would be best if you leave Dragon City, because Floating Temple are targeting you."
"If you don't want to leave, then take care of yourself."
Yang Ping trembled, revealing an expression of disbelief.
He thought of a possibility. Madame Zhu didn't want to kill him just now, but wanted to wipe away the dark energy in his dantian. It was equivalent to eliminating a hidden danger.
Yang Ping's mind was in a mess, she was unsure of why the Madame Zhu did not kill him.
The killing intent just now couldn't be fake, but why didn't he make a move instead? Instead, he chose to focus on the darkness energy in his body.
Leave?
Yang Ping thought about what the Madame Zhu had said and shook her head. He could not leave, at least not for the time being. The Cherry Blossom Club of the pearl definitely could not fall into the hands of the Zheng Family, otherwise, how would they face the pearl that had returned.
He had always believed that there would come a day when Ming Zhu would return.
Just like how he would one day stand at the peak and look down on his enemies.
Yang Ping left the Hidden Treasure Pavilion and drove home.
A pair of sinister eyes stared at the car, cruel and bloodthirsty. Under the bright light of the day, it was as if the surrounding air exploded, and the strength of his body alone was enough to crush a car. Heavy breathing mixed with the terrifying laughter of a night owl.