1945: C1945 They Were All Trampled to Death

C1945 They Were All Trampled to Death

Before he died, he watched as Maple Mountain went from destruction to rebirth, as if a new force had surrounded it. He wanted to grab onto it with all his might, but unfortunately, it was like flowing sand flowing through the gaps between his fingers.

Dead.

An awe-inspiring War God's son, an existence that transcended dimensions, an expert who would definitely become a Heavenly King in the future. He would die like this in the Phoenix Forest Mountain, in the hands of Yang Ping.

Yang Ping stood between heaven and earth, not happy at all from killing Linghu.

It was as if he was born like this.

I am the king.

Would a king be happy when he stepped on an ant?

No.

Yang Ping only felt a little pity. If Linghu was a little stronger, perhaps he would have been forced to comprehend an even deeper level of Power of Creation. Even though he had already touched upon that barrier, he still wasn't able to control it.

But enough.

Because someone else will come.

After Linghu's death, it did not cause too much shock, because Fenglin Mountain was still shrouded in dense fog, cutting off the Heavenly Mystery. Even the gossip about Zhang Family could not be extrapolated.

Sou sou!

Two figures descended from the sky. They were the other two experts that were fighting behind the clouds.

Gongsun Yi and Jian Wuchun.

Their statuses were even higher than Linghu's. If it wasn't for the Longevity Ancestor behind the War God, his parents probably wouldn't have looked at them at all. It was precisely because of the existence of the Longevity Ancestor that caused Linghu's status to rise.

Gongsun Yi looked around and saw Yang Ping standing in front of him alive. He said in shock: "That kid, Linghu, could have gone easy on you, right? If you still have time to leave, it would really be a waste of everyone's time." He had initially agreed to finish Yang Ping as soon as possible so that he could carry out his plans and search for traces of Wujia Ridge and obtain the unparalleled heaven defying inheritance.

"Hello."

Gongsun Yi looked at Yang Ping and cried out, "Are you going to submit to Linghu or is Linghu to leave your pathetic life for us to take?"

Yang Ping did not answer.

Gongsun Yi laughed, and said to Jian Wuchun: "Look, this guy has a rather tough temper, it seems like he won't shed tears even if he doesn't see the coffin."

"Trash."

Jian Wuchun sneered, and said disdainfully, "If you can't even stomp an ant to death, then it's a waste of your time following us down. This is a disgrace to our reputation. "Do you want to go or do you want me to go and finish you off?"

Gongsun Yi thought for a while: "If you go or I go, I don't think you'll be happy. How about this, whoever wins will get to fight, you know that there aren't many experts in this world, killing them won't be fun."

Jian Wuchun laughed and scolded: "You have so many clever ideas, you make it seem like you're a human."

Gongsun Yi was not happy: "I am not human, he is a demon."

Gongsun Yi's ancestor was a genuine Goblin King, a Roc that trained to become a King of Heaven. After transforming into an adult, the next generation would have a human body, but Gongsun Clan could transform into a Roc, causing their fighting strength to soar. This was the power bestowed by the bloodline, unlike Linghu, who relied on the Avatar of Ares and the War God Halberd, there was a huge difference between the two.

Jian Wuchun was even more powerful. Her mother, the Sword God, was a Heavenly King who ranked in the top five in terms of profound strength, and she was ranked in the top five as well. Her strength was extremely terrifying, and no one dared to casually offend Jian Wuchun, because the sword goddess had only one son, who was extremely protective of him.

Scissor stone cloth!

The two of them played a childish game, not putting Yang Ping in their eyes at all, because the current Yang Ping's aura was even weaker than before, to the point that it could be said that she had become extremely weak.

Great Saint Stage?

Their boasting could completely annihilate a Great Sage.

Scissor stone cloth!

The two of them had played this game several times, competing with their wits and fighting with courage. Although the game was childish, it would definitely be a skill book related to peeping into the future. It was unknown how many times they had tried it, but finally, Gongsun Yi won.

He revealed a proud smile and said, "How is it? My deduction of the Heavenly Mystery is more powerful than yours, right?"

Jian Wuchun said disdainfully: "You demi-humans are extremely sensitive to the essence of heaven and earth, and rely more on the laws of the world than I do. I can sweep across dimensions with a sword, so of course I would be disdainful."

Gongsun Yi already knew that the other party was speaking the truth, but he was still unhappy: "So what if I lost, what's there to talk so much nonsense about?"

Jian Wuchun's face turned ugly as he glared at Yang Ping. It was this ant that made him unhappy, and snorted: Don't kill him too easily, his soul belongs to me, causing me to be in a bad mood. I'll let him have a taste of Purgatory later.

Gongsun Yi did not comment. He walked forward and shouted: "Then is it suicide, or should I take action?"

Same conversation.

The same tone.

The same arrogance.

Yang Ping looked at Gongsun Yi as if she had seen the true face of the fox. She shook her head. No wonder she was unable to advance to Heavenly King with such great conditions. It was likely that she would never have another chance in her life.

"Are you sure you want to kill me?"

Yang Ping sighed.

He was getting a little tired.

Other people had been acting tough, and then they had been mercilessly killed. Yang Ping did not want to repeat this kind of plot, so she said helplessly: "Why don't all of you go up together and send you back together with that guy just now."

What?

Gongsun Yi really wanted to hear wrongly. He stared at Yang Ping for a long time before holding his stomach and laughing maniacally.

Jian Wuchun shook his head, thinking, ants are ants, he still did not know the difference between the two of them, it seemed like the mortal world was too despicable. Although their cultivation levels were not high, but their arrogance was higher than the heavens, no wonder after so many years, there were no experts that were powerful.

"Do you know that I can kill you with one hand …"

Pow!

Just as Gongsun Yi was about to act cool, her charming face distorted and a handprint was clearly visible on her face. His body slowly flew out with the passage of time. He felt like he was slapped by a Spatiotemporal River.

Boom!

Gongsun Yi smashed a huge hole in the ground, so deep that the bottom couldn't be seen.

The mocking laughter faded away.

The world went silent.

Jian Wuchun stared at Yang Ping blankly, before slowly putting his hand down. He felt like he was dreaming.

F * ck.

Gongsun Yi was sent flying with a single slap.

If it was a Heavenly King making a move, Jian Wuchun would have no doubt that he would be sent flying from the attack.2

But when Gongsun Yi crawled out of the ground, his entire body released a wave of intense anger, which covered the sky with its demonic Qi, the sky above the Maple Mountain was gloomy and terrifying, only then did Jian Wuchun believe it was true.

"You … You actually dared to hit me? "

Gongsun Yi clenched his teeth, stared straight at Yang Ping, and said coldly.

Yang Ping looked at Gongsun Yi, and in the next moment, she disappeared. She reappeared in front of Gongsun Yi, and easily grabbed his neck, and said indifferently: You talk too much nonsense, I'm in a hurry, what tricks do you have up my sleeve?

Ka-cha! *

Yang Ping did not give Gongsun Yi much time to resist. That hand, seemed to be the power of a newborn universe, capable of producing countless dimensions, and also capable of suppressing countless dimensions. With no difficulty at all, it calmly strangled Gongsun Yi's neck.

Yang Ping casually threw it on the ground and looked at Jian Wuchun.

Jian Wuchun was dumbstruck.

It must be an illusion!

But after Gongsun Yi fell to the ground, he was unable to get up again.

He was really dead.

How could a Primal Diremonster be killed so easily?

While Jian Wuchun was still stunned, he saw a corpse not far away.

Astonishingly, it was the corpse of Linghu Jin Hong, who was so angry that he couldn't die anymore.

His entire body was ice-cold.

Jian Wuchun finally knew who the person in front of him was, and remembered where the other party came from.

The legendary Holy Land.

Wujia Ridge.

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