688: C688 Heaven's Gate

C688 Heaven's Gate

There were very few people in the world who could call out the sunset and the snow, because the snow in the setting sun was an ultimate creature, symbolizing death and representing doom.

It was rumored that the appearance of the sunset would affect the magnetic field in the sky, followed by the appearance of a red sun. In the dark world, the red sun was the eyes of a demon.

When the old man thought of the legend, he became inexplicably nervous.

Although it was Subsaint, he knew that things would get complicated when he saw the setting sun. He did his utmost to injure the two experts, but he didn't expect to force out an even more terrifying monster.

The setting sun left the surface of the water and arrived on the human world.

The baldy's face was incomparably pale, and his pupils glowed with a terrifying light. He walked over step by step, and like a heavy shackle, locked his body down. The old man coughed with all his might, then he carved out the blood within his body and attacked first.

He did not know how powerful Sunset Snow was, but he knew that he could not wait. The young mistress was still understanding the treatment.

When the old man attacked, he used the strongest Ancient Martial Arts.

Medium-grade earth-step. Snow Shadow Beam.

This was an extremely powerful splitting technique comprehended from the snow. Upon reaching the pinnacle, it could form snowflakes that filled the sky, and each snowflake contained the strength to kill. Snowflakes fell from the sky as they attacked at 360 degrees without a blind spot.

Puff puff puff!

Snow passed through the setting sun like a sharp arrow through a plastic bag, and no resistance was felt.

The old man frowned as he felt something was off.

The setting sun continued to move forward. Facing the falling snow, they arrived at the peak of the snow-capped mountain, and then grabbed the old man's neck. His speed was extremely slow, but as he enveloped this entire space, the elder wanted to retreat. However, just as he was about to take action, he was shocked to discover that the palm in front of his eyes was unable to leave.

Palm world!

The old man was astonished. Heavens, there was actually such a monster in this world that could learn to control the world in his palm.

The world in his palm was actually a representation of the pinnacle of speed.

It was a product of the peak of one's strength.

No one could leave the world within his palm. He could only wait for death.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man struggled with all his might, but his body strength was not on the same level as the old man. He could only hatefully say, "Do you know who I am?

Ka-cha! *

The setting sun broke the old man's neck, then casually threw him on the ground before walking into the infirmary.

The two experts from the Subsaintly State on the ground struggled to survive. If it wasn't for them being killed, the old man wouldn't have died so easily under the sunset.

But it also showed the terror of the setting sun.

His physical strength could be said to be perfect, his speed reaching the pinnacle of Ancient Martial Arts.

In the room.

The beauty sighed, she looked outside the door, her eyes filled with sorrow. The moment the old man died, she felt it, but she was not worried, although she was facing danger, she did not panic, and instead looked at Yang Ping, and said helplessly: "Sir, I am truly sorry, I have implicated you."

Yang Ping laughed: "It's nothing."

The great beauty stood up, preparing to leave through the door.

Although she knew that she would die, she did not plan to implicate Yang Ping. Yang Ping was curious in her heart. Just where did this woman come from? Not only was she protected by an expert in Subsaint, she could also remain indifferent in such a desperate situation.

Amazing.

Someone who could easily deal with Zhuge Qingyun was definitely not simple.

"Sit down."

Yang Ping called out to the beauty, signalling to her not to worry, and laughed: "I didn't ask you, what's your name?"

The beautiful woman looked hesitant as the door opened and someone walked in. The situation was getting more and more tense. She was secretly annoyed, but she didn't show it. If Yang Ping did not have the absolute strength to suppress the person outside, then she was an idiot.

An expert who could easily kill an elder of the pavilion, who could easily suppress him?

A saint would definitely be able to do it.

But how old was Yang Ping? Her medical skills were not bad, but it was said that her strength was only at the early stage of the Subsaint.

In the outside world, it was rumored that Yang Ping's strength was equivalent to the early stage of Subsaint.

"Ni Na."

In this world, very few people knew her name. If it wasn't for her family forcing her to marry someone she disliked, she wouldn't have faked her illness and escaped from home to Dragon City. Furthermore, she had heard that her lover was in this city.

Recalling the scene of them snuggling up to each other, Ni Na's eyes were as gentle as water.

Yang Ping patted her head. From Ni Na's gaze, she knew that there was definitely someone like that in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't foolishly reveal a happy smile just because you thought about your man. Fortunately, she wasn't a good person either, so she didn't think about doing anything to Ni Na.

Ni Na asked for it.

There is a disease in the world called delusional disease. Some are delusions in the mind, but there is also an ability to turn illusions into reality. Although it was one in a million, coincidentally, Ni Na was strong, and actually made him dream of dying.

That was why Yang Ping said that although you are not sick, you are very sick.

"Now you know the name, right? Hurry up and leave. " Ni Na urged him, and indicated for Yang Ping to leave from the back. But Yang Ping stared ahead with furrowed brows, then stood up and walked outside, as if she did not notice Ni Na's gaze that stopped him.

Was Yang Ping an idiot?

He would definitely die if he went out.

A powerful surge of Qi and blood rushed into the sky. This was an extremely dense killing intent. It was unknown how many people had been killed in order to produce such a terrifying aura.

It was no wonder that the Pavilion Elder wasn't a match for him.

Ni Na pondered for a long time and decided to sacrifice herself to let Yang Ping leave. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to stall the enemy and let Yang Ping escape. She walked out of the room and called out, "Sir, please leave …" Halfway through her words, she opened her cherry lips, unable to close them for a long time.

What was going on?

The power that had been frenzied to the extreme suddenly turned into flames. It was as if it was forcefully suppressed, and its might decreased by a level. The scariest thing was that although there was no pressure being emitted from Yang Ping's body, standing at the entrance made him look like a mountain, causing others to feel awestruck.

One was big and the other was small.

The setting sun looked at Yang Ping in bewilderment. Just as she was about to kick the door open, she was stopped.

The man in front of him clearly looked weak, but he gave off an aura of death.

It couldn't be wrong.

Yang Ping's body released an aura that belonged to the god of death.

"You are Yang Ping?"2

The bald man said in a deep voice.

Yang Ping said: "That's right, you are Sunset Snow?"

Baldy frowned, but nodded.

When she heard that the setting sun had accepted her identity, Ni Na finally understood what kind of monster she was facing. It was the old monster from the legends, the bloodiest and cruelest terrifying creature. Although he had a human body, his body was that of a devil's internal organs.

"Sir, leave quickly. The sunset and the snow are dangerous." "They …"

Yang Ping raised her hand, stopping Ni Na from continuing. She sized up the bald man with interest and asked: "The two of them are subordinates with the surname Lin, their strength is not bad. If you are also like that, then it means that your eyes are really bad. "

The setting sun was alarmed and uncertain, and the sense of danger was growing stronger and stronger.

Same kind?

A word flashed through his mind.

The setting sun was shocked.

He stared at Yang Ping in shock.

Yang Ping laughed and said: "I actually created you with the Floating Temple. It really wasn't simple. The power of a Sacred Ground is unfathomably deep. "

The moment Ni Na heard the Floating Temple, her beautiful face changed greatly.

Floating Temple, one of the Sacred Grounds of this world.

Possessing unparalleled influence in the world.

Especially at the top of the pyramid, the leaders of the gates of heaven had to be obedient to the Sacred Grounds, otherwise, once the Great Sage Floating Temple made his appearance, sweeping through the gates of heaven wouldn't be a problem at all. Because the two were no longer on the same level.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Ping was smiling, but that imposing aura was getting stronger and stronger, and she instinctively felt fear, Sunset's legs did not listen to him and were in extreme fear. He did not know why, but when facing Yang Ping, she felt an urge to submit.

It was an instinctive impulse.

It was like a sovereign meeting an emperor.

Kneel!

Thus, the setting sun knelt on the ground and revealed a pious gaze, saying, "My king, the setting sun is willing to sacrifice everything, including her life."

Ni Na was dumbstruck, unable to believe it.

At this moment, in the Plum Blossom District of the Bei Feng Residence.

The Young Master Lin was leisurely sipping his tea as he sat by the side of the pavilion. He calculated that, at this moment, the setting sun should be bringing back Yang Ping's blood. Her little sister, Lin Ruoya, was not very sensible and broke a bottle, but he knew that Doctor J would definitely still have more.

The genetic evolution liquid was one of the top medicines in the Mi Country special ability laboratory.

He fiddled with the bottle of red liquid in his hand. Outside Bei Feng Mansion, there was a man clad in a black robe. His eyes were cold, filled with hatred, despair, anger, and a myriad of negative emotions.

When Dr. J left the house, he followed.

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