C798 Aggressive
C798 Aggressive
Yang Ping rubbed her nose and said: "I didn't mean that."
"You just look down on the maidservants."
She stretched out her long, thin, white legs and swung them under the chair. The scene in the group was so beautiful that one could not see it clearly, but it was very attractive.
"Alright, I won't joke with you anymore. You can't joke. "
Qing Qing stood up and stretched. She pointed to the door and said, "You should go. It looks like you don't want to be a man that can be left alone." "My family's young lady looks down the most on men like you. However, no matter how powerful you are, you are no match for my family's young lady. So, don't put it in your heart."
"…"
The Devil Sect Princess was a very terrifying person, Qing Qing was one of the most powerful women Yang Ping had ever seen, but she was only Qing Qing's personal servant, so the strength of the Devil Sect Princess could be imagined.
"Goodbye."
Yang Ping turned and left.
Qingqing hummed a song. The moment Yang Ping walked out of the door, the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a mysterious smile. Her hands formed a seal, and she softly said, "Maha Divine Seal, seal!"
Boom!
Yang Ping only felt that the entire building was shaking, then the world spun, and finally entered a bubble. This bubble was extremely sticky, and no matter how you attacked, you could not leave, as if it was a small world, and belonged to the rules of another world.
God Maha was the most powerful god in the Infernal Realm, and he was both righteous and evil.
The Devil Sect worships the Maha God.
Yang Ping fell into the seal and turned to look at Qing Qing, only to see her looking innocent, she patted her big chest and shouted: "Aiya, Young Master Yang, what's wrong, you look really bad."
"Unseal me while I'm still calm."
Yang Ping said in displeasure.
There were some things that he could joke about, but there were some things that he could not joke about.
Qing Qing didn't have any intention of undoing the seal, and instead continued to be innocent. She helplessly said, "I'm sorry, but this is my Young Miss's seal. It was said that once someone tried to harm me, the Maha Divine Seal would open. This means that you wanted to harm me, right?"
Yang Ping said angrily: "If I do anything bad to you, will you still be able to speak?"
Qing Qing laughed. "That was because I was smart. I saw through your motives for coming here. Do you think I don't know that you want to investigate the details of the fireworks?" But to let you know that the fireworks are from the Devil Sect, uh, no, it should be called the holy sect's territory. Anyway, he had forgotten about it. It was just an ordinary Holy Land. "He's far worse than our sect."
Yang Ping shouted, "Don't force me!"
Qingqing pretended to be afraid, took two steps back and said with grievance: "Young Master Yang, you are fierce." I'm so scared. "
Yang Ping took a deep breath, and the Qi of Top Yang in her body began to gather energy as she said coldly: "I originally thought that we could coexist peacefully, but Devil Sect is after all, a Devil Sect. You are a Little Devil, and your young miss is a Great Demon.
Bang!
Yang Ping shouted loudly. The Qi of Top Yang around her body erupted one after another like suns, and the energy of the five elements became a boundless light that pierced through the barrier that Maha had sealed.
Qing Qing frowned, but she did not panic as expected. The Maha God Seal was broken, and Yang Ping threw out a punch.
The pressure of this punch filled the air with the illusion that it was capable of crushing space itself.
Qing Qing was shocked by the strength of Yang Ping's body. Even within the Devil Sect, there weren't many who were as strong as Yang Ping, other than the natural born saints. She calmly took out a talisman and threw it out.
Maha Divine Seal!
Qingqing smiled calmly. "You're so awesome. I can't take it."
Bang!
Yang Ping shattered the seal with a punch, grabbed Qing Qing's shoulder, and threw her towards the wall.
Qing Qing groaned as her delicate body smashed into the wall of the sixth floor. The precious oil painting on the wall fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. She wanted to get up, but her hands were bent and tied behind her back, unable to break free.
"Let me go."
Qing Qing gritted her teeth as she spoke.
Yang Ping coldly replied, "It's already too late for me to say it now. Continue to throw it. The thing I am least afraid of is a seal. "
Qing Qing shouted, "Don't be so arrogant. If my family's young miss finds out that I've been wronged, she definitely won't let you off. Don't think you're not afraid of hiding in the Dragon City. There are still people who can send saints in here, it's just that you don't know. "
Yang Ping's heart trembled violently as she shouted, "Saints can come in, it's impossible!"
Qing Qing laughed coldly, and said in a disdainful manner: "Of course not, Floating Temple is a third-rate Sacred Ground. My master is someone who has surpassed the Great Sage, how could he not be able to do it? I just don't want to do it. Yang Ping, let go of me. There is still work to be done. "
"Talk about your sister."
Yang Ping immediately used her hypnosis technique, causing Qing Qing to scream in fear, constantly struggling and resisting, but her eyes gradually lost its luster. The moment she was hypnotized, a dot appeared in her Spiritual World. When the light appeared, it illuminated the entire world.
Yang Ping's Spiritual Force was forced to retreat like a receding tide. In that instant, she felt that if she did not retreat in time, it was very likely that she would be trapped inside forever.
The energy released by the specks of light was like that of hell, bottomless and bottomless.
Yang Ping felt a chill on her back, and looked at Qingqing in bewilderment and shock. Qingqing had fallen into a coma, and was unconscious.
What should he do?
Yang Ping frowned.
It would be impossible to kill a girl without a Resistance Power.
But it would be very dangerous to keep it.
Qing Qing was not a merciful person. She was the personal servant of the Devil Sect Princess. Cannot be killed, cannot be allowed to live, Yang Ping was troubled.
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Boom!
But just as Yang Ping was at a loss, an extremely dangerous aura surged in her mind. Without even thinking about it, he carried Qing Qing down from the sixth floor. The moment he jumped out of the window, the six layers of the fireworks were enveloped in boundless Essence.
Raising his head to look at the sky, Yang Ping's face suddenly changed.
A football field sized palm fell from the sky, bringing with it a monstrous pressure.
Boom!
The palm print finally landed on the rooftop, causing the sixth floor to collapse and the fifth floor to fall. Then, the entire area turned into fireworks, as if an explosive was placed inside, blowing up the entire building in an instant. The palm print shattered the sixth floor and continued downwards, sinking directly into the ground.
Yang Ping stood downstairs and stared at the source of the palm print as her heart burned with fury.
Screams and sobs came from the fireworks.
Regardless of whether it was the young miss, the staff, or the customers, under the attack of the handprint, they were all ants that had no ability to resist against natural or man-made disasters. At least a dozen people had died.
Yang Ping was furious.
Who would dare to behave atrociously in the Dragon City?
As the Guardian God of the Dragon City's Heart, she had just taken over the city and already saw the killing intent of others. How could Yang Ping not be angry, even if the source of the palm print was an extremely terrifying expert.
This person was indeed an expert.
He was wearing a flowery cassock, walking leisurely on the road. They were separated by thousands of miles, but they could see each other's bald head, ring scars, and even faces devoid of sadness and joy. She was clearly a high monk, but Yang Ping could not see any sympathy in his eyes.
Fake Monk.
The first saint to appear in the Dragon City was a top saint.
Yang Ping felt a huge pressure.
Fake Monk stared at Qingqing who was in Yang Ping's embrace and said: "Put down the people from Devil Sect, you can scram now."
Yang Ping laughed coldly, and said strongly: "What if I don't?"
Fake Monk clasped his hands together and said with pity: "I might as well kill you too."