2540: C2540 Timely Rain

C2540 Timely Rain

The sky above the bamboo forest was dyed red with blood.

Zhu Xue had slain one of the Saints and her body was covered in blood. Her black hair had turned purple as she coldly looked at the three Saints who were besieging her.

"I didn't expect that I would still underestimate you. Zhu Xue, if you leave the Dragon City now, we can let bygones be bygones and let you go." One of the saints said, looking down from above, he seemed to be in control.

Zhu Xue hung the head of the saint she had killed onto a bamboo pole as she stood fearlessly in front of the group.

"Just attack."

There was no doubt in Zhu Xue's tone. The three Saints had no doubt that they would be able to kill one of them even if they were able to suppress it. Although their strength was greater than Zhu Xue's, it was still not enough to scare them off.

"The two of you, we have come with a mission. Let's make our move." He took out a broken lamp from his chest pocket, lit it, and threw it on the ground. Strangely, the lamp was burning like a ghost. The other two hesitated, then lit a lamp at the same time.

Three lamps burned, suffused with a clear and serene light.

Zhu Xue sneered, and said: "Three Lives Crippled Light, my Floating Temple is truly willing."

"Originally, I planned to deal with that thing. Since that's the case, I'll let you enjoy the taste of the Ghost Flame first." The three of them formed enigmatic seals with their hands, awakening the ghostfire from hell. The flames rose into the air and floated before them like the three eyes of a devil.

Zhu Xue's face was grim. She knew that there would be a bloody battle in the future.

Beneath the green mountain.

Yang Ping jumped onto the Handa and charged towards the Hidden Treasure Pavilion. His speed had exceeded 200 and he had reached the limit of Hanlanda. The exhaust pipe was not releasing black flames, but a mass of fury. Hanlon disappeared at the end of the road.

Bang!

Yang Ping didn't know how many red lights he had passed and how many cars he had crashed into. He didn't stop until he had destroyed Hanlanda, but he still hadn't reached his destination. It just so happened that a BMW Car Z4 was parked in front of him, wiped a layer of his skin by Handa.

"F * ck, you want to die? Do you believe that I won't kill you?" The young man who was driving rushed out, pointed at Yang Ping's nose and cursed.

Yang Ping looked and saw that it was the young man he met in the last fight with Zhu Xi. He had been showing off in front of his girlfriend and was now in a sorry state. This really was fate. He walked over to the young man.

The young man jumped in fright and arrogantly said: "What do you want to do? I'm telling you, you better not provoke me. Otherwise, when I get angry, you'll even be afraid of me."

"I'll lend you my car."

Yang Ping pushed the young man away and sat on the BMW Car Z4.

The young man's expression changed as he said angrily, "That's my car. I won't lend it to you!"

"Meeting is fate, so I'll return it soon. Come look for me at Hidden Treasure Pavilion." Yang Ping started the engine and immediately left the main road. He sprinted towards the Hidden Treasure Pavilion with hope that it was still in time.

The young man was dumbfounded, but he quickly regained his senses and rushed forward while roaring: "This daddy here is fated to be separated into your sister." Give me back my car. "

Clang!

BMW Car Z4 did not follow the traffic rules, and directly knocked over the iron fence on the sidewalk and started to run away.

The young man covered his face, his heart bleeding.

When he saw the car lights break, he couldn't help but scream in grief. If he had known earlier that he wouldn't go out in the day, he wouldn't have been so unlucky today. I met a madman who wasn't afraid of death.

Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

When Yang Ping arrived, the BMW Car Z4 was almost scrapped. With the car's hood flipped up, not a single piece of the window was intact, especially when one of the tires blew up and was forcefully dragged forward.

He rushed into the Hidden Treasure Pavilion and felt an astonishing killing intent.

What a terrifying killing intent.

There was a person lying in the front yard. It turned out to be Tao Chengxi. He had lost one of his arms and was lying under the eaves, dying. With his level of Subsaint, he was actually seriously injured, which showed how intense the battle was. Yang Ping helped him up and shouted, "Wake up!"

Tao Chengxi finally woke up with great difficulty. When he saw Yang Ping, he gasped for breath and said, "Quickly go and save Madam."

After Yang Ping saved Tao Chengxi's life with a simple treatment, he dashed crazily towards the bamboo forest. That was the main battlefield, and even before reaching it, he already felt an incomparably terrifying aura forcefully expelling him from the battlefield.

Using the five elements to merge with it, Yang Ping charged in.

When he saw the appearance of Bamboo Mountain, Yang Ping couldn't help but go pale and his eyes became lifeless. Is this still a Bamboo Mountain?

The broken bamboo swayed from side to side, as if it was blown over by a hurricane. The Bamboo House lit a raging fire, and the stone bench in the courtyard shattered. The tea set on it fell to the ground, and tea leaves and tea were poured onto the ground, emitting a bloody smell.

The three lamps condensed into a formation, trapping Zhu Xue within. Three old men surrounded them as they chanted. Their auras were like a rainbow piercing the sun, and their auras were much stronger than Jiang Weimin.

Saint Stage!

Yang Ping was almost scared to death. It was said that there were only a few Saints, but now there were three, no, four. Madame Zhu was also a saint and was far stronger than the others. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been attacked from all sides. She sat cross-legged in the middle, struggling to hold on. The three lamps had the power to burn souls, causing her great pain.

He made up his mind and rushed towards one of the lamps without a second thought. As long as the lamp was extinguished, Madame Zhu's siege formation would be broken. Unfortunately, he was too naive. When he first came into contact with the beast, he was sent flying by a peerless power.

Once his cold evil thoughts entered the Spiritual World, they immediately took over his body. Yang Ping was shocked and quickly dispelled the evil thoughts in his heart. He managed to hold on, his face pale.

What a terrifying Spiritual Force.

No wonder the three Saints didn't even bother to open their eyes from their sneak attack. An attempt by a Eighth Level Stage to destroy the Three Lives Luminous Formation was tantamount to a moth flying into a flame.

Yang Ping struggled to hold on as his body was on the verge of collapse. Seeing that Madame Zhu's aura was getting weaker and weaker, he knew that if he didn't help now, she might die. What should he do? Yang Ping was anxious. When dealing with evil thoughts, it was hard to be distracted.

"Zhu Xue, don't be so futile. In five minutes, you will fall into hell and never be able to reincarnate." One of them opened his eyes and looked at Yang Ping. An indescribable Spiritual Force invaded his brain, and like countless steel needles, it pierced his acupoints.

Yang Ping screamed miserably as blood flowed out from his seven orifices.

A saint could kill him with a single glance.

At the end of his life, Yang Ping seemed to see the arrival of death itself and wanted to take him away. He was unwilling in his heart, and the darkness energy inside his body surged out of his dantian, immediately tearing his body apart as he madly absorbed the essence within his body, seizing the Spiritual World along with it. Three Lives Crippling Light's evil thoughts and the Spiritual Force of a saint. They could kill him with any one of them, but when they felt the dark aura, they could only tremble in fear.

The dark whirlpool appeared on top of his head and swallowed the two strands of energy, alleviating the drying up of Yang Ping.

He opened his eyes and, with the last of his strength, finally grabbed a lamp, yanked it hard, and pulled it down from the air. Then he smashed it against the head of one of the saints with the tattered lamp burning with the corpse oil of a saint.

The broken lamp was broken, and the spell formation was unleashed!

When Zhu Xue was about to die, she got a chance to catch her breath and was not extinguished by the Three Lives Ruins Light. When she found Yang Ping lying on the ground looking at her hopefully, she felt that his body was weak and that his life was about to be exterminated.

Standing up, Zhu Xue looked at the three of them and said coldly, "Since you guys want to see it, I'll let you guys see what it is!"

The three Saints immediately became excited.

Zhu Xue released the seal and retracted all of her power. Her aura started to rise, reaching a whole new level. Seeing that Yang Ping was about to die, she finally got angry and two flames appeared on her palm.

BOOM!

The Bamboo Mountain vibrated as if something had broken out from the ground.

Yang Ping felt a terrifying aura as deep as the sky. With just a touch, he felt his legs go soft and his face changed drastically.

What is that?

Puff puff puff!2

Zhu Xue retracted all of her strength and gradually rose to an unimaginable level. It was as if she had passed the mountain of a saint and reached the other side. There were countless big rivers floating on these mountains, filled with love and hatred.

It was a long river, a river of endless desire.

The three Saints could feel an unreachable aura, and their hearts were filled with fear. They wanted to escape, but they were all blown away by Zhu Xue. Yang Ping saw the horrifying side of Zhu Xue. The saint that was worshipped by mortals was destroyed by her with a single punch, leaving nothing behind. Her fist was burning with purple fire as it sunk into the Saint's body, invincible and unstoppable.

Yang Ping was shocked.

After killing the enemies, Zhu Xue immediately went to suppress the thing below. Very soon, the Bamboo Mountain returned to silence.

A man wearing a military uniform appeared in front of them. His face was filled with fatigue as he looked worriedly at Zhu Xue, "How is it? Are you alright?"

Zhu Xue shook her head and sighed, "Almost. "Where is he?"

"He ran away. Although his face is covered, I think I know who it is. " Military God's tone was cold and full of killing intent. He looked at Yang Ping with a gentle gaze and said, "Thanks. I'm afraid my junior sister is already dead without you."

Yang Ping wanted to be modest, but his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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