Chapter 498

The sky over the bamboo forest was dyed with blood.

Zhu Xue cut off a saint, covered with blood, and his black hair turned purple. He looked at the three saints who were besieged indifferently. They were shrouded in the black fog and couldn't see their faces clearly. They wanted to hide their identity. The murderous opportunity was enough to block out the sky and the sun.

"Unexpectedly, I underestimated you. Zhu Xue, you quit Longcheng now, and we can let you go." one of the saints condescended and seemed to be in control.

Zhu Xue hung the head of the beheaded saint on a bamboo pole and stood in front of him at will, fearless.

"Just do it."

There is no doubt about the tone of Zhu Xue's speech. The three saints have no doubt that they can suppress the thing and kill one of them. Their strength is above them. They are qualified to say so, but not enough to scare them off.

"You two, let's come with our mission. Let's do it." the speaker regretted. He took out a broken lamp from his arms, lit it and threw it on the ground. Strangely, the lamp was burning like a ghost fire. The other two hesitated and lit a lamp at the same time.

The three lamps were burning and glowing with quiet fire.

Bamboo snow sneered and said, "three life disabled lights, hanging temple is really willing."

"I was going to deal with that thing. In that case, let you enjoy the taste of ghost fire first." the three formed mysterious fingerprints to wake up the ghost fire from hell. The flame soared and floated in front of them, like the three eyes of the devil.

Zhu Xue's face is dignified and knows that there will be a bloody battle in the future.

Under the green mountain.

Yang Ping jumped on hanlanda and stormed towards the treasure Pavilion. The speed exceeded 200 and reached the limit of hanlanda. What was discharged from the exhaust pipe was not black flame, but a mass of anger. Hannanda disappeared at the end of the road.

Bang!

Yang Ping didn't know how many red lights he had broken and how many vehicles he had crashed. He kept going all the way until hanlanda was scrapped, but he still didn't reach his destination. It happened that a BMW Z4 stopped in front of him and was rubbed by hanlanda.

"Paralysis, you want to die. Believe it or not, I'll kill you." the young driver rushed out, pointed to Yang Ping's nose and scolded.

Yang Pingding looked at it. Isn't this the young man he met in the last quarrel with Zhu Xi? He was embarrassed to show off in front of his girlfriend at that time. It's really fate this time. He went to the young man.

The young man was startled, and his arrogance went down at once. He panicked and said, "what do you want? I'd better not provoke me, or even I'm afraid when I'm angry."

"Borrow your car."

Yang Ping pushed away the young man and sat on the BMW Z4.

The young man turned pale and said angrily, "that's my car. I won't borrow it."

"It's fate to meet. I'll pay you back soon. You come to the treasure house to find me." Yang Ping starts the engine, swishes away from the main road and runs towards the treasure house. I hope it's still time.

Little young fool, but soon woke up, rushed up and shouted, "I'm destined for your sister. Give me back my car."

Bang Dang!

BMW Z4 didn't obey the traffic rules. It knocked over the iron fence directly on the sidewalk and turned around and ran wildly.

The young man covered his face and his heart was dripping blood.

When I saw the broken headlights of my car, ten thousand grass mud horses were running wildly in my heart. The little young man was crying. I knew he didn't go out during the day. How could I be so lucky today. Meet a madman who is not afraid of death.

Treasure Pavilion.

When Yang Ping arrived, the BMW Z4 was almost scrapped, the bonnet turned up, and none of the glass windows was complete. In particular, one of the tires burst and was forcibly dragged forward. Looking at the deformation of the steel ring, the wheel hub couldn't work.

He rushed into the treasure Pavilion and felt a shocking killing, with a cold back.

What a terrible murderous spirit.

There was a man lying in the front yard. Unexpectedly, it was taochengxi. He broke an arm and lay under the eaves, dying. In the realm of Yasheng, he was seriously wounded. It can be seen that the battle was fierce. Yang Ping picked him up and shouted, "wake up."

Taochengxi finally woke up. Seeing Yang Ping, he gasped: "go and save your wife."

After Yang Ping saved Tao Chengxi's life with simple treatment, he ran frantically towards the bamboo forest. There was the main battlefield. Before he reached it, he felt a terrible atmosphere and forcibly excluded him.

Using the Qi of five elements to integrate into it, Yang Ping broke in.

When seeing the appearance of Zhushan, Yang Ping couldn't help turning pale and his eyes were dull. Is this still Zhushan?

The broken bamboo was overturned by a hurricane, the bamboo house lit a raging fire, the stone stool in the yard was smashed, the tea set on it fell to the ground, and the tea and tea splashed in the soil, showing a bloody smell.

The three lights condensed into an array, trapping bamboo snow in it. Three old people surrounded and chanted words. Their breath was like a rainbow running through the sun. They were more powerful than Jiang Weimin.

Saint realm!

Yang Ping was almost scared to death. They all said that there were few saints. Now I see three at one time. No, four. Mrs. Zhu is obviously a saint, and she is far stronger than others, otherwise she will not be besieged. She sat in the middle and supported hard. The three lights had the function of burning her soul, which made her very painful.

With a horizontal in his heart, he couldn't care too much and rushed to one of the lights. As long as one lamp is off, you can break the array of besieging Mrs. Zhu. Unfortunately, he was too naive. When he first touched it, he was hit by a peerless force.

The cold evil idea entered the spiritual world and occupied the body in an instant. Yang Ping was shocked and hurried to get rid of the evil in his heart. Unfortunately, the evil idea was like the mouth of the tarsal bone, which was difficult to disperse. He barely supported, his face pale.

What a terrible spirit.

No wonder the three saints didn't even open their eyes when they attacked him. Trying to destroy the Sansheng remnant Ming array in an eight grade realm is like a moth to the fire.

Yang Ping is struggling to support her. Her body is shaky. Looking at Mrs. Zhu's breath getting weaker and weaker, she knows that she may die if she doesn't help. What to do? Yang Ping was anxious. It was difficult to distract when dealing with evil ideas.

"Bamboo snow, don't be in vain. In five minutes, you will fall into hell and never be reborn." one of them opened his eyes and looked at Yang Ping. An indescribable spiritual force invaded his mind, like countless steel needles into acupoints.

Yang Ping screamed and his seven orifices bled.

A saint can kill him at a glance.

Dying, Yang Ping seemed to see death coming and wanted to take him away. His heart was unwilling, and the darkness of the body darkled from the Dagan field, breaking through the body directly, absorbing the essence of the body crazily, together with the spirit world. The evil idea of the Sansheng remnant light and the spiritual power of the saint can kill him, but they tremble when they feel the dark smell.

The dark vortex appeared on the top of his head and directly swallowed up the two forces to ease Yang Ping's being sucked into the dry body.

He opened his eyes, fought with his last strength, finally held a lamp, pulled it down from the air, and then hit one of the saints on the head with the ragged lamp burning the sage's body oil.

Broken lamp, array out.

When Zhuxue was about to die, she got a chance to breathe and was not extinguished by the Sansheng residual light. She found Yang Ping lying on the ground, hoping to look at her. She felt that his body was very poor and his vitality was about to die out, and a towering killing intention rose to the sky.

Standing up, Zhu Xue looked at the three and said coldly, "since you want to see, I'll let you see what that thing is!"

The three saints immediately showed excitement.

Zhu Xue looses the seal and takes back all her strength. Her momentum is rising to another level. When she saw that Yang Ping was dying, she was finally angry and two flames appeared in the palm of her hand.

Boom!

The bamboo mountain vibrated as if something broke through the earth.

Yang Ping felt the supreme terror like the abyss of heaven. Just touching it, he felt his legs softened and his face changed dramatically.

What's that?

Poof poof!

Bamboo snow takes back all her strength, and her strength rises steadily to an unimaginable level. It seems that she has crossed the high mountain of the sage to the other side. There are love and hatred in the world in the infinite place and on the endless river.

It is a long river, a river of endless desire.

The three saints felt out of reach. They were frightened and wanted to escape, but they were blown up by bamboo snow. Yang Ping saw the extremely terrible side of Zhu Xue. The sage worshipped by mortals was blown up by her fist, and her bones were gone. Her fist was quenched with purple fire and sank into the holy body, invincible.

Yang Ping was shocked.

After killing the enemy, Zhuxue immediately went to suppress the thing under the ground, and soon Zhushan returned to quiet.

A man in military uniform appeared in front of him. His face was tired and worried. He looked at Zhu Xue and said, "how's it going? Are you okay?"

Bamboo snow shook her head and sighed, "almost. Where are the people?"

"Ran away. Although he was masked, I probably knew who it was." the tone was cold and full of killing. The military God looked at Yang Ping with soft eyes and said, "thank you. I'm afraid my younger martial sister died without you coming in time."

Yang Ping wanted to be modest. He fell to the ground in front of him.