899: C899 Eternal Night

C899 Eternal Night

Yang Ping's pupils had completely turned black, they were heavier than the darkest of nights, and carried a desolate aura. It was as if Yang Ping had changed into a different person, but she tried her best to suppress it.

After the blood transfusion, the dean had the best surgical expert take out the bullet. Zhu Xi had been shot in the lower abdomen, Ming Zhu had undergone thoracic surgery, and when the bullet was taken out and the electrocardiograph data were normal, she went on the ventilator to ensure that the two girls wouldn't have any problems. Yang Ping then stood up and walked out of the corridor.

At the entrance of the People's Hospital.

It was already dark.

Yang Ping breathed in the night sky, and felt that her chest was filled with energy. The energy that the night sky gave him made him feel extremely strong.

"All of you, die."

Yang Ping disappeared into the darkness, full of killing intent. This killing intent soared into the sky, startling all the experts in the Dragon City. It was as if a heavy stone was pressing down on their hearts, especially the saints.

What a strong killing intent.

Not even in their heyday.

In a simple factory, a masked man stared at the cold computers. His subordinates were intensely calculating the Dragon City's defensive energy system, trying to find a solution to the problem.

He suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent coming from within the city. He muttered, "This aura … it doesn't belong to a saint, but it's much stronger than a saint. It seems …"

He carefully sensed for a bit, and said with a heavy tone: "It's not simple, I never thought that Yang Ping would be able to raise her strength to such a powerful level in a short amount of time. It's a pity, I should have killed him before he matured."

The masked guy's eyes revealed a shocking light, as if he wanted to see through space and time. He said softly, "Master, I won't let you die for nothing. I will kill everyone in Immortal Medicine Sect to avenge you."

In a high class clubhouse.

Qing Qing was breathing in and out, her black hair moved without any wind, just like the spirit of the night, every breath she took carried along with it a shocking spiritual force. She cultivated in Dark Arts, but the purest Dark Arts was no longer pure.

The Ancient Martial Arts of the Hell Sect was known as the number one attack, which was something the other Sacred Grounds could not compare to.

Qing Qing practiced the necromancy technique to the point of being able to change a person's life and death. The highest level was to resist death and force the god of death to retreat.

Suddenly, Qing Qing felt a strong sense of evil, opening her eyes, she shouted: "Uncle Shan!"

Creak.

The door opened and the Uncle Shan walked in. "Qing Qing, what's wrong?"

Qingqing said in a heavy voice with a grave expression: "Uncle Shan, do you feel that Yang Ping's aura is completely different from before? Such a powerful killing intent. "

"Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu were set up by someone, they almost died in the villa. Those idiots wanted to take advantage of this and kill Yang Ping, but did not expect that they would be killed by Yang Ping. They did not know their own limits, and how easy it would be to deal with the descendants of Immortal Medicine Sect.

Qing Qing sighed with a complicated look in her eyes: "It's such a pity, if Yang Ping could become friends, we would be one less powerful enemy, but our positions are different, I don't know if Miss will personally take action."

The Uncle Shan scoffed, and said in disdain, "Just with Yang Ping? The Lady could crush him with one finger. In the eyes of the young miss, there is only the Holy Maiden with Cihang Quiet Building;

Qingqing smiled bitterly and said: "But Yang Ping is growing up way too fast, isn't she?"

The Uncle Shan said indifferently: "It's not considered fast, according to the Immortal Medicine Sect's abilities, if one were to create an expert with all his strength, it would also be very soon, but our young miss has only eighteen years of Saint Stage, how could Yang Ping compare to his?"

Qingqing seemed to be deep in thought.

Uncle Shan reminded: "Time is running out, I think the other places are all preparing for it. Since Miss has handed the matter over to you, do not mix in any other emotions and properly complete the Sect Leader's task."

Qing Qing sighed, "Uncle Shan, I understand."

After she finished speaking, Qing Qing continued to cultivate the undead spirit technique, while Uncle Shan left the room. He stood at the door and looked at the fiendish aura that shot up to the sky.

Uncle Shan's strength was unfathomable. Even Qing Qing did not know the specific realm, but she knew that he was strong because Uncle Shan had once heavily injured an expert of the Saint's Early Stage realm with a single slap.

"Interesting."

The Uncle Shan sneered.

Dragon City's sewers. Within a dark, sealed cave. The sewers had an unpleasant smell and were filled with disgusting things. Mice were lying in the sewers one by one.

A black figure sat cross-legged in the enclosed space, ignoring everything outside.

In front of him was a long katana with the pattern of cherry blossoms engraved on it. It shone with a blinding light in the dark space.

A person came down from the ground and knelt in front of him. He respectfully said, "Sir, your subordinate was incompetent and failed to complete the mission. Your highness, please punish me. "

The lord opened his eyes. His gaze was like two sharp knives, stabbing at the chest of the person who just spoke. It was extremely painful, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He could only bear it in silence.

This person was like a reflection of the moon in a mirror. He was a famous swordsman in the island nation, but such a powerful swordsman was actually kneeling in front of this so-called 'sovereign', trembling in fear.

You can see your place in the island.

"Don't move, don't provoke Yang Ping, the realm of this child has increased, ordinary people are not her opponent." Your highness sensed Yang Ping's presence and ordered.

Although she was in pain, she still left respectfully.

Could it be that even Master thinks that Yang Ping is trouble?

Mirror like the moon in the water knew Dao Zun's identity, his position in the island nation was not weaker than the Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster, and he was comparable to the ancient Octadic Snake, reaching an invincible realm.

She did not expect that in such a short period of time, Yang Ping would be able to meet her sovereign's eyes.

Mirror Flower Moon disappeared into the sewers and continued to lurk. The island nation hadn't made a move during this period of time, but had been quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Especially for this one, his strength had already reached the level of a Saint, which was extremely terrifying. Furthermore, using the Saint Treasure of the Island, he could display his full strength in the Dragon City, which was also why the Island had so much confidence in him.

The various powers in Dragon City all felt Yang Ping's aura, so it was better to conceal it better. They temporarily did not want to provoke Yang Ping, this god of death.

Puff!

On a long street.

Yang Ping's punch sent him flying, and she fell on the ground. Her chest was caved in, and her face was deathly pale as she shouted: "Wait, I'm using Saint Stage, I can make a deal with you."

"BOOM!"

Yang Ping smashed her fist against her head and turned to leave.

A saint cultivator died miserably on Yang Ping's fist, never uttering a word of their final wish. They died extremely miserably, their heads turning into mush.

The Daoist priest was dead.

Next was the monk.

Yang Ping quickly located the position of the monk. When he was attacking the three Saints, he left a mark on them and then randomly found them. At this moment, a female Sage was crazily rushing towards the city gate, wanting to escape.

She felt that the tragic death of the Daoist priest had caused a great shock to her soul.

She knew the monk was dead.

He hoped to escape the Dragon City and survive before the monk died. She no longer dared to look down on Yang Ping, as she was a berserk demon.

Seeing that the city gate was getting closer, the female Saint could not help but be ecstatic.2

Boom!

A figure descended from the sky and stood guard at the city gates.

The female saint screamed, looking at Yang Ping who suddenly appeared in fear, she could not help but take a few steps back.

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