2012: C2012 The Son of the Great Wasteland Had Appeared!

C2012 The Son of the Great Wasteland Had Appeared!

We agreed on the rules.

Desolate Devil's disobedience made Yang Ping a little unhappy. His large hand reached towards the void, but her plain palm did not display any regular power. Even the void did not ripple. It looked as ordinary as an old farmer fetching water or a cow plowing a field.

However, the rope ends all around them were snapped and turned into nothingness. Some kind of forbidden force that was connected to the depths of the Wasteland did not display any ability to resist under Yang Ping's palm.

The rope was broken.

Desolate Devil stood in place, staring at Yang Ping blankly. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

If he was scolding someone, he would definitely vent all the negative emotions. However, he had just been released from the seal, so he could only look on helplessly as he witnessed a miracle.

The end of the rope he used to link people to break.

That was the source of power.

The restaurant was very quiet.

The shopkeeper really wanted to close up and watch his old master die inexplicably. Seeing his young master being crushed by a rough man, no matter how foolish he was, he knew he couldn't afford to offend him.

He wanted to live.

Strangely, however, a young man had contradicted the rough man and seemed to be alive and well.

Not only did the shopkeeper notice that something was wrong, Murong Hua opened his eyes wide, and really wanted to see through Yang Ping. However, he discovered that Yang Ping was just an ordinary person, and didn't use her source energy. Murong Hua at least had a Heavenly Essence Stage, and had already activated its origin power. Under the situation where the Cloud Realm rules were complete, her fighting strength was not weak.

Don't look at the Central Land, it seems like there are many Heavenly Kings everywhere. In fact, there are very few Heavenly Kings and even more Heaven Realms.

Murong Hua belonged to the intermediate stage, or rather, a relatively top-notch middle stage.

He couldn't read Yang Ping's words, so he remembered her granddaughter's words.

Savior?

Murong Hua's heart trembled, he felt a faint sense of excitement.

Could it be that this extremely ordinary looking young man in front of him was the savior that he had been waiting for?

Murong Hua thought that the Savior should have carried the God Rings on his back and displayed a power that could destroy the heavens and earth. He gathered the faith of all living things and revealed his unparalleled status, but the difference between Yang Ping and the Savior's image was huge.

Murong Yan's eyes flashed, and became crescent moons.

Desolate Devil took a deep breath, the frivolousness on his face disappearing. Replacing it was a stern look, this was the weirdest person he had ever seen, weirder than him. He realized that Yang Ping was not simple.

It wasn't as simple as he thought it would be.

Rather, it was the fear that came from the deepest part of his heart.

"Who are you?"

One after another of red ropes shot from the depths of the Wasteland and landed on his body. He regained his strength, and although Yang Ping had forcefully cut off the source of her power, he was still able to recover indefinitely.

Yang Ping pointed to the three bowls on the table.

Desolate Devil said in a deep voice, "He is already dead, there is no way for me to revive him. If you think I have broken the rules, I can let go of one of the children from Qingming Town first."

One child for Lu Ge's life.

Desolate Devil felt that he had given way, but Yang Ping didn't know what was good for him.

Yang Ping said seriously: "If you admit defeat, rules are rules, you can revive that person."

Desolate Devil frowned, and looked at Yang Ping in shock.

Yang Ping laughed: "Your power originates from the Cloud Realm, but it is only the most superficial form of plundering. Those who have just died, you have no time to digest them, the people from the Heavenly Longevity Stage can condense a golden body, and the golden body will not lose, as long as you spit it out, it will be fine to revive."

Desolate Devil's face slightly changed, and finally stopped looking down on Yang Ping.

He actually knew the deepest secret.

Desolate Devil took a deep breath, took a deep look at it, and opened his mouth.

He spat out a ball of green light.

Desolate Devil was in the air as specks of golden light gathered, condensing into a figure. The green light entered the figure and immediately fused together.

The figure slowly became real.

Lu Ge appeared in front of everyone, he looked around, and was in a stupefied state. He remembered that he did not die just now, but was clawed to death by the Desolate Devil.

He was terrified of the Desolate Devil from the bottom of his heart.

"Scram!"

Desolate Devil stared at him and chided.

Lu Ge was so scared that he almost wet his pants. He turned around and ran, no longer thinking about Murong Yan.

Only those who had died once would know how important life was.

Lu Ge disappeared.

The Desolate Devil stared at Yang Ping, and said solemnly: "We will continue to gamble, but we will not bet on the lives of Qingming Town, we will bet on ourselves."

Yang Ping laughed: "How do we bet?"

The Desolate Devil snorted: "It's your guess."

Yang Ping thought for a while, then shook her head: "Forget it, I don't want to bet anymore."

Desolate Devil's face became ugly, and said angrily: What are you trying to say, are you not afraid that I will immediately exterminate your Qingming Town?

Yang Ping remained silent.

Desolate Devil sneered, and snorted: "You better bet with me, I will never lose to anyone."

Yang Ping sighed.

Desolate Devil shrugged, "Is that why you're afraid?"

Yang Ping shook his head and laughed: "I suddenly realized that you are boring. You came from the Wasteland and wanted to assimilate into the human race, yet you did not know that it was someone else's chess piece. You are truly stupid.

Desolate Devil said disdainfully: "I am immortal."

"Not die?"

Yang Ping laughed, and looked at Desolate Devil with interest, and shook her head, "You are not immortal, even a heavenly king can die, there is no one in this world who cannot die. Forget about you, you are just a pawn in the Great Wastelands, even if you are the son of the Great Desolate Land's origin force, as long as you have enough power, you can still die."

When Desolate Devil heard about the son of Big Yellow, his expression slightly changed. He shouted, "What did you say?"

Yang Ping stood up, looked at the shopkeeper and asked: "How much is the tea?"

The shopkeeper was shocked and hurriedly waved his hands.

Yang Ping pointed to Desolate Devil and said, "The things he destroyed, make him pay."

The manager's face was ghastly pale as he stood on the spot in embarrassment.

The Desolate Devil was silent.

Yang Ping headed out and suddenly felt bored. She thought that the Desolate Devil was something left behind by the Wujia Ridge and would be of some use, but unfortunately she did not feel anything. If it was anyone else, who followed the Wujia Ridge's route, they would already be considered as one of the top Rankers in the system. After killing the Desolate Devil, they would be able to comprehend the power of the great wasteland.

But at this time, Yang Ping shed all of her emotions, and turned into a mortal.

He did not need the power of others.

It was because he felt that this power was not suitable.

Not just the lower level of the Grand Desolate Force.

It was that he had his own path.

As he walked on the street, he seemed to have forgotten the way he came from. According to his feeling, he was about to leave the Qingming Town.

Desolate Devil's face kept changing, his eyes filled with hatred.

Yang Ping provoked him time and time again, and the Desolate Devil endured to the limit.

He struck out brazenly.

The Qingming Town shook.

The black energy that was being used in the depths of the Wasteland gathered in the palm of his hand. Desolate Devil arrived above Yang Ping's head and struck out with a palm.

No one could clearly see how Desolate Devil had attacked.

Murong Yan reacted, Desolate Devil's palm had already landed on Yang Ping's head, and she cried out involuntarily: "Be careful!"

Desolate Devil sneered, this palm had already exceeded the limit, and even Tian Yuan had to die.

Boom!

Yang Ping's body shattered and turned into wisps of essence, floating in the air.

Everyone was stunned.

Murong Yan's face turned ugly as she looked angrily at Desolate Devil, wanting to take revenge.

Murong Hua rubbed his eyes, he could not believe it.

Isn't Yang Pinggang awesome? Why couldn't she take one of the attacks from the Desolate Devil?

Was her granddaughter mistaken?

Ah!

Just when everyone thought that Yang Ping had died a horrible death, the Desolate Devil let out a miserable cry.

He didn't know when.

Yang Ping stood at the side and sighed: "To be honest, you're too weak, and don't even have the mood to get me to attack. How about this, even though you're just a thought from the Son of Great Desolate, your original body shouldn't be weak.0

Desolate Devil's face changed.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky and a boundless pressure spread out.

A terrifying face was formed.

This pressure covered the entire wastelands.

Heavenly Stage!

This was the Son of Great Desolate, the helmsman of destiny.

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