2723: C2723 Sunset

C2723 Sunset

Although he was not a saint, he could feel the power of the Saint Level. This was Yang Ping's innate advantage.

When Madame Zhu had a red sun in her hand, Yang Ping knew that she didn't go all out in her fight with Lan Fenghuang. Madame Zhu, who could defeat a Saint without using her full strength, was using her true killing move. This showed how powerful she was.

However, Yang Ping wasn't afraid. He looked straight at Madame Zhu.

There was no such word as afraid of death in the blood of soldiers!

His pupils condensed into two dots, one black and one white. The two blended together, wanting to fight to the death.

Madame Zhu's actions completely infuriated him. Although they were not on the same level, Yang Ping would never allow himself to be insulted by his dignity, even if it meant using his life as the price to protect him.

… ….

A simple coffee shop outside the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

While Young Master Lin and leisurely drank their coffee, a group of girls quietly looked over. Because he was too good-looking, he was the center of attention wherever he went, so he was used to being noticed. When a girl couldn't help but ask for his number, Young Master Lin actually gave it to her. This caused the other girls to be extremely excited. They eagerly wanted to come over, but they lacked the courage to do so.

The girl with the most courage received the phone number. She blushed and her heart pounded. She shyly looked at Young Master Lin and then returned to the crowd and was immediately surrounded by the other girls.

Zheng Jiaxuan stood there with an envious expression and said, "Young Master Lin, you will be the center of attention wherever you go. Whoever is beside you will lose all color. "

Young Master Lin said with a smile, "If you tell them your identity, a lot of girls would want to sleep with you. It's up to you to decide."

He did not expect Young Master Lin to be in such a good mood today, and was willing to take the initiative to reply, which made him overjoyed. He quickly bowed and said, "How could I compare to Young Master Lin? You are the bright moon in the sky. I am just a firefly standing behind Young Master Lin."

Young Master Lin laughed heartily. Evidently, because Yang Ping had walked into the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, it meant that it would be very difficult for him to come out. Even if he did, he would definitely fall out with the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, and at that time, it would be his best opportunity to make a move.

Without Madame Zhu's protection, how could Yang Ping set off a storm?

He felt that Yang Ping was just a Ninth Level Stage disciple and that he was one of the Four Young Masters of the Floating Temple. With his identity, status, number and type of Ancient Martial Arts, how could he be comparable to Yang Ping?

He felt that Yang Ping was not strong, and the two Subsaint experts beside him were much stronger than Jiang Weimin's half-dead false Subsaint.

Luck would not always be on Yang Ping's side.

"Is the sunset ready?"

Young Master Lin suddenly asked as he swirled his coffee cup.

A Subsaint expert walked up and answered: "Young Master Lin, the setting sun has entered its complete state, and can attack at any time."

A cold light flashed across Young Master Lin's eyes as he snorted, "If Yang Ping comes out alive, you guys must kill Yang Ping together with the setting sun. No matter how much he had to pay. "Did you hear that?"

… ….

The red sun hung high in the sky, and the illusions around them completely changed. It was as if they were people that couldn't swim, falling into the ocean. Under the assault of the monstrous waves, they could only helplessly wait to die. Yang Ping fell into Madame Zhu's Saint Domain and was unable to extricate himself.

As the power within his body increased to its maximum, the black and white energies continued to fuse, creating a mystical aura that allowed him to withstand Madame Zhu's might without suffering any injuries. If word of this got out, it would definitely be a miracle.

It had to be known that Madame Zhu's Purple Sun Saint Domain was extremely tyrannical in China. When the red sun was purified to purple, she would sweep the world.

"Let me ask you again, are you willing to accept the condition of Floating Temple?" Madame Zhu said coldly.

Yang Ping sneered. He no longer respected Madame Zhu as before. In front of her, he was just a selfish woman. He said, "I would rather die standing than to live kneeling."

Madame Zhu sighed, revealing a strong sense of death. The domineering red sun in her hands became more and more tyrannical, affecting the void. Countless black cracks appeared in the surrounding space, as if she was trying to forcefully pull the void storm out.

She was strong enough to create spatial tears.

"I'm very disappointed in you!"

Madame Zhu shouted, her hair fluttering behind her. She was peerlessly domineering.

"We're friends."

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and held on. He didn't actually fall, but it was impossible for him to retaliate. Being able to endure the oppression of the Purple Sun Saint Domain was the limit of all his strength and he could not take another step forward.

Madame Zhu raised her hand high in the air, and the red sun shone brightly, illuminating the entire bamboo forest.

At this moment, she was emitting an invincible aura.

Ka-cha! *

Yang Ping only felt a crack appear in the seal at his Dantian. The terrifying darkness energy was like a shark smelling blood as it crazily rushed out and occupied his body, wanting to control his Spiritual World.

He was greatly shocked. As he resisted the Purple Sun Saint Domain, he also dealt with the power of darkness. It was extremely strenuous to attack from both sides.

Gradually, his expression turned indifferent, and his pupils dilated. His aura seemed to have transformed into that of a completely different person.

Yang Ping roared at the sky and had already turned into a demon.

Balls of dark energy leaked out from his pores, forming a black armor that wrapped around his body. A sickle appeared out of nowhere in his hand, it was the sickle of the god of death, with a light swing, it actually gave off power that made everyone feel despair, even the Purple Sun Saint Domain was unable to suppress it.

Madame Zhu's eyes flashed as the red sun set on her palm.

Yang Ping was no longer Yang Ping. His inner world had been occupied by darkness. He let out a loud roar that resonated throughout the world. He raised the scythe of the god of death and collided with Madame Zhu's red sun, wanting to use it to split open the red sun.

Unfortunately, the red sun was too strong. The moment the scythe of the god of death came into contact with it, it was melted by the high temperature.

A black energy body fell off, the armor fell off, and his eyes returned to normal. Yang Ping was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, terrified. If it wasn't for the fact that the scythe of the god of death had shattered, he probably wouldn't be his original self. He would have been demonized and become a demon slave like Zhou Zhanlong.

The dark energy dissipated, dispersed by the red sun, temporarily unable to recover.

The red sun disappeared.

The summer breeze brought with it a chilly sensation. The bamboo forest swayed, and a peculiar radiance radiated from it.

The wind was calm.

Yang Ping was shocked. He thought that he was about to die, but he didn't expect that he was still alive. Moreover, the dark energy in his body was forcefully planned to transform into his own energy.

Peak of Grade Nine!

Not only was he alive, his cultivation base was also rising.

Yang Ping was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

He blankly looked at Madame Zhu who had retracted her Saint Domain.

Madame Zhu turned around and walked towards Bamboo House, and was too lazy to bother with it. But when she entered the house, a clear and cold voice came from the Bamboo House: "I'll pay back what I owe Xuan Jizi. Whatever happens to you in the future has nothing to do with me. Even if someone comes to kill you, I won't do it. "

"It would be best if you leave Dragon City, because Floating Temple are targeting you."

"If you don't want to leave, then take care of yourself!"

Yang Ping's body trembled and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He thought of a possibility. Madame Zhu didn't want to kill him just now, but to erase the dark energy in her dantian. At the very least, she wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for the time being. It was equivalent to eliminating a hidden danger.0

Yang Ping had a complicated feeling in his heart. He wasn't sure why Madame Zhu didn't kill him.

The killing intent just now couldn't be fake, but why didn't he make a move instead? Instead, he chose to focus on the darkness energy in his body.

Leave?

Yang Ping thought about what Madame Zhu had said and shook his head. He couldn't leave, at least not for the time being. The Cherry Blossom Club of the pearl definitely could not fall into the hands of the Zheng Family, otherwise, how would they face the pearl that had returned.

He had always believed that there would come a day when Ming Zhu would return.

Just like how he would one day stand at the peak and look down on his enemies.

Yang Ping left the Hidden Treasure Pavilion and drove home.

A pair of sinister eyes stared at the car, cruel and bloodthirsty. Under the bright light of the day, it was as if the surrounding air exploded, and the strength of his body alone was enough to crush a car. Heavy breathing mixed with the terrifying laughter of a night owl.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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