Chapter 681

Although he is not a saint, he can feel the power of a saint, which is Yang Ping's congenital advantage.

When Mrs. Zhu's palm dragged a red sun, Yang Ping knew that she didn't do her best to fight with the Blue Phoenix. Mrs. Zhu, who can defeat the top sage without doing her best, uses real killing moves at the moment, which shows her majesty and terror.

Yang Ping was not afraid and looked directly at Mrs. Zhu.

There is no fear of death in the blood of soldiers!

His pupils condensed into two points, one black and one white, blending with each other, trying to make a desperate fight.

Mrs. Zhu's behavior completely angered him. Although she was not of the same level, Yang Ping absolutely did not allow herself to be insulted in dignity, even at the cost of life.

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There is a simple cafe outside the treasure Pavilion.

Lin Shaohe drank coffee leisurely, and a group of girls looked at him quietly. Because he is too handsome and focuses everywhere, he is used to being noticed. When a girl couldn't help admiring came up to ask for a phone number, Lin Shao gave it. This made other girls excited and eager to come over, but they didn't have the courage.

The most courageous girl got the phone number. Her pretty face flushed and her heart pounded. She looked at Lin Shao shyly, then returned to the crowd and was immediately surrounded by other girls.

Zheng Jiaxuan stood with an envious expression and said, "Lin Shao, it's the focus everywhere. Who's next to you is eclipsed."

Lin Shao smiled lightly and said, "if you tell them your identity, it's estimated that a lot of girls want to sleep with you, it depends on whether you want to."

Zheng Jiaxuan was very happy. Originally, he complimented Lin Shao, but he was just flattering. Unexpectedly, Lin Shao was in a very good mood today. He was willing to take the initiative to reply, which made him overjoyed. He quickly bowed down and said, "I can't compare with Lin Shao. You are the bright moon in the sky. I'm just the light of fireflies. It's my great honor to stand behind Lin Shao."

Lin Shao laughed. Obviously, because Yang Ping walked into the treasure Pavilion, it means it's difficult to get out. Even if he came out, he would fall out with the treasure Pavilion. At that time, it was his best mobile phone meeting.

Without Mrs. Zhu's protection, can Yang Ping make waves?

He felt that Yang Ping was just a nine level realm. He was a disciple of Xuankong Temple. He was one of the four few in the capital. His identity and status, the number and types of ancient martial arts could not be compared with Yang Ping.

He felt that Yang Ping was not strong. The two Yasheng masters from the hanging Temple next to him were much stronger than Jiang Weimin's half hanging pseudo Yasheng.

Luck will not always be on Yang Ping's side.

"Is the sunset ready?"

Lin Shao asked suddenly as he rotated his coffee cup.

A Yasheng expert came forward and replied, "Lin Shao, the sunset is in a complete state and can be shot at any time."

Lin Shao's pupil flashed a cold light and hummed, "if Yang Ping comes out alive, you will kill Yang Ping with the sunset. No matter how much you pay, do you hear?"

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The red sun is hanging in the air, and the surrounding fantasy has completely changed. It seems that people who can't water fall into the sea. Under the attack of towering waves, they can only wait for death in despair. Yang Ping fell into Mrs. Zhu's holy land and couldn't extricate herself.

The power in his body was raised to the extreme, and the continuous integration of black and white energy produced a magical atmosphere, which made him withstand the pressure of Mrs. Zhu without injury. If it gets out, it's definitely a miracle.

You should know that Mrs. Zhu's purple sun holy land is famous for her hegemony in China. When the red sun is purified into purple, it is when she sweeps the world.

"I'll ask again. Are you willing to accept the conditions of the hanging temple?" Mrs. Zhu said coldly.

Yang Ping sneered and no longer respected Mrs. Zhu as before. In front of her, she was just a selfish woman. She said, "I'd rather die standing than live kneeling."

Mrs. Zhu sighed, revealing a thick death. The domineering red sun in her hand was becoming more and more powerful, which had affected the void, and countless black cracks appeared around, as if to forcibly pull out the void storm.

She is strong enough to create cracks in the void.

"I'm disappointed in you!"

Mrs. Zhu gave a big drink. Three thousand green silk danced behind her. She was peerless and overbearing.

"Each other."

Yang Ping clenched his teeth and stuck to it. He didn't fall down, but it's impossible to fight back. Being able to bear the oppression of the purple sun holy land is the limit of all his strength. He can't move forward any more.

Mrs. bamboo raised her hand high, and the red sun shone to illuminate the whole bamboo forest.

She, at this moment, exudes invincible spirit.

Click!

Yang Ping only felt that the seal at Dantian had broken a crack, and the terrible dark breath seemed to smell a bloody shark, rushing out madly, encroaching on his body and trying to control his spiritual world.

He was shocked. He resisted the purple sun holy land and dealt with the dark forces. It was very difficult to attack on both sides.

Gradually, his expression was indifferent, his pupils diverged, and his breath seemed to have changed.

Yang Ping roared up into the sky and had been demonized.

The dark forces overflowed from the pores and turned into a black armor, wrapped the body, and a sickle appeared in the hand out of thin air. It was the sickle of the God of death. With a slight stroke of the sickle, it even sent out the power of despair for everyone. Rao is a purple sun holy land, which is difficult to suppress.

Mrs. Zhu's eyes flashed and the red sun in her palm fell.

Yang Ping was no longer Yang Ping. His inner world was occupied by darkness. He roared through the world, raised the sickle of the God of death, collided with Mrs. Zhu's red sun, and wanted to split the red sun with the sickle of the God of death.

Unfortunately, the red sun is too strong, and the sickle of death is melted by the high temperature at the moment of touching.

The black energy bodies fell off, the armor faded, and the eyes returned to normal. Yang Ping lay on the ground, gasping and terrified. If the sickle of death had not been smashed just now, I'm afraid he would not be himself. He would be demonized and become a slave of the devil like Zhou Zhanlong.

The dark forces dispersed and were scattered by the red sun. It is difficult to recover for the time being.

The red sun disappeared.

When the summer wind blows, the bamboo forest swings and glows with strange brilliance.

calm and tranquil.

Yang Ping was stunned. He thought he was dying, but he was still alive. Moreover, the dark forces in his body were forcibly planned to turn into their own energy. After careful examination, he was stunned.

Jiupin peak!

Not only did he not die, but he was still promoted.

Yang Ping is silly.

What the hell is going on?

He looked blankly at Mrs. Zhu who had taken back the holy land.

Mrs. Zhu turned and walked towards the bamboo house, too lazy to pay attention to it. However, when she entered the house, a cold voice came from the bamboo house: "I owe Xuanji back. Anything that happens to you in the future has nothing to do with me. Even if someone comes to kill you, I won't do it."

"You'd better leave Longcheng because the hanging temple is staring at you."

"If you don't go, take care of yourself."

Yang Ping was shocked and showed an incredible color.

He thought of a possibility. Mrs. Zhu didn't want to kill him just now, but wanted to erase the dark energy in the Dantian. At least she couldn't make trouble for the time being. Is to eliminate a hidden danger.

Yang Ping's mind is complex. She can't decide why Mrs. Zhu didn't kill him.

The killing just now can't be fake, but why not take action against the dark forces in his body.

Leave?

Yang Ping thought about Mrs. Zhu's words and shook his head secretly. He couldn't leave, at least not for the time being. The cherry blossom Club of the pearl must not fall into the hands of the Zheng family, otherwise how to face the returning pearl at that time.

He always believed that the Pearl would return one day.

It's like one day he will stand on the top and look down on the enemies.

Yang Ping left the treasure Pavilion and drove home.

A pair of sinister eyes stared at the car. It was cruel and bloody. In the blue sky and day, it seemed to burst the surrounding air. The power of the flesh alone could crush a car. The sound of heavy breathing was mixed with a terrible laugh like a night owl.