2730: C2730 Heaven's Gate

C2730 Heaven's Gate

There were very few people in the world who could call out the sunset and the snow, because the snow in the setting sun was an ultimate creature, symbolizing death and representing doom.

It was rumored that the appearance of the sunset would affect the magnetic field in the sky, followed by the appearance of a red sun. In the dark world, the red sun was the eyes of a demon.

When the old man thought of the legend, he became inexplicably nervous.

Although it was Subsaint, he knew that things would get complicated when he saw the setting sun. He did his utmost to injure the two experts, but he didn't expect to force out an even more terrifying monster.

The setting sun left the surface of the water and arrived on the human world.

The baldy's face was incomparably pale, and his pupils glowed with a terrifying light. He walked over step by step, and like a heavy shackle, locked his body down. The old man coughed with all his might, then he carved out the blood within his body and attacked first.

He did not know how powerful Sunset Snow was, but he knew that he could not wait. The young mistress was still understanding the treatment.

When the old man attacked, he used the strongest Ancient Martial Arts.

Medium-grade earth-step. Snow Shadow Beam.

This was an extremely powerful splitting technique comprehended from the snow. Upon reaching the pinnacle, it could form snowflakes that filled the sky, and each snowflake contained the strength to kill. Snowflakes fell from the sky as they attacked at 360 degrees without a blind spot.

Puff puff puff!

Snow passed through the setting sun like a sharp arrow through a plastic bag, and no resistance was felt.

The old man frowned as he felt something was off.

The setting sun continued to move forward. Facing the falling snow, they arrived at the peak of the snow-capped mountain, and then grabbed the old man's neck. His speed was extremely slow, but as he enveloped this entire space, the elder wanted to retreat. However, just as he was about to take action, he was shocked to discover that the palm in front of his eyes was unable to leave.

Palm world!

The old man was astonished. Heavens, there was actually such a monster in this world that could learn to control the world in his palm.

The world in his palm was actually a representation of the pinnacle of speed.

It was a product of the peak of one's strength.

No one could leave the world within his palm. He could only wait for death.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man struggled with all his might, but his body strength was not on the same level as the old man. He could only hatefully say, "Do you know who I am?

Ka-cha! *

The setting sun broke the old man's neck, then casually threw him on the ground before walking into the infirmary.

The two experts of the Subsaint on the ground struggled to survive. If it wasn't for them being killed off, the old man wouldn't have been killed so easily by the setting sun.

But it also showed the terror of the setting sun.

His physical strength could be said to be perfect, his speed reaching the pinnacle of Ancient Martial Arts.

In the room.

The beauty sighed, looking outside the door, her eyes filled with sadness. She had felt it the moment the old man died, but she was not worried, although she was facing danger and did not fall into disarray, instead she looked at Yang Ping and said helplessly, "Sir, I am really sorry, I have implicated you."

Yang Ping smiled and said, "It's nothing."

The great beauty stood up, preparing to leave through the door.

Although she knew that she was going to die, she didn't plan to implicate Yang Ping. It was a kind of high-spirited attitude, but also a kind of calm and self-confidence. Yang Ping was curious in his heart, where did this girl come from? Not only was she protected by a Subsaint expert, she could also be indifferent in desperate situations.

Amazing.

People who could easily deal with Zhuge Qingyun were definitely not simple.

"Sit down."

Yang Ping called out to the beauty, indicating that he should not be nervous. He smiled and said, "I didn't ask for your name."

The beautiful woman looked hesitant as the door opened and someone walked in. The situation was getting more and more tense. She was secretly annoyed, but she didn't show it. If Yang Ping didn't have absolute power to suppress the person outside, then he was an idiot.

An expert who could easily kill an elder of the pavilion, who could easily suppress him?

A saint would definitely be able to do it.

But how old was Yang Ping? His medical skills were not bad, but it was said that his strength was only at the early stage of Subsaint.

Rumor has it that Yang Ping's strength is equivalent to the early stage of Subsaint.

"Ni Na."

In this world, very few people knew her name. If it wasn't for her family forcing her to marry someone she didn't like, she wouldn't have pretended to be sick and run out of the house to come to Dragon City. Furthermore, she had heard that her lover was in this city.

Ni Na's eyes were gentle like water as she recalled the scene of them snuggling together warmly.

Yang Ping patted his head. From Ni Na's gaze, it was clear that she had that kind of feeling in her heart. Otherwise, she wouldn't foolishly smile when she thought of her man. Luckily, he wasn't a good person either. He never thought about doing anything to Ni Na.

Ni Na's illness is self-inflicted.

There is a disease in the world called delusional disease. Some are delusions in the mind, but there is also an ability to turn illusions into reality. Although it was one in a million, coincidentally, Ni Na's Spiritual Force were strong, causing him to have delusions of terminal illness.

That's why Yang Ping said that you're not actually sick, but that's why you're so sick.

"Now you know the name, right? Hurry up and leave. " Ni Na urged him to leave, indicating for Yang Ping to leave from the back. However, Yang Ping stared in front of him and frowned. Then he stood up and walked outside, as if he did not notice Ni Na's gaze stopping him.

Is Yang Ping stupid?

He would definitely die if he went out.

A powerful surge of Qi and blood rushed into the sky. This was an extremely dense killing intent. It was unknown how many people had been killed in order to produce such a terrifying aura.

It was no wonder that the Pavilion Elder wasn't a match for him.

Ni Na thought for a long time and decided to sacrifice herself to let Yang Ping leave. She clenched her teeth and prepared to stop the enemy and let Yang Ping escape. She walked out of the room and called out, "Sir, please leave …" Halfway through her words, she opened her cherry lips, unable to close them for a long time.

What was going on?

The power that had been frenzied to the extreme suddenly turned into flames. It was as if it was forcefully suppressed, and its might decreased by a level. The most terrifying thing was that even though there was no pressure spreading out from Yang Ping's body, the fact that he was standing at the door made him look like a mountain, something that people could only look up to.

One was big and the other was small.

The setting sun looked at Yang Ping in bewilderment. Just as he was about to kick the door open, he was stopped.

The man in front of him clearly looked weak, but he gave off an aura of death.

It couldn't be wrong.

Yang Ping's body emitted an aura that belonged to the god of death.

"You're Yang Ping?"2

The bald man said in a deep voice.

Yang Ping said, "That's right, you're Sunset Snow?"

Baldy frowned, but nodded.

When Ni Na heard that the setting sun had acknowledged her identity, she finally understood what kind of monster she was facing. It was the most blood-thirsty and ruthless monster in the legends. Although he had a human body, his body was that of a devil's internal organs.

"Sir, leave quickly. The sunset and the snow are dangerous." "They …"

Yang Ping raised his hand to stop Ni Na from continuing. He looked at the baldy with interest and asked, "The two of them are people with the surname 'Lin'. Their strength is not bad. If you are also like that, then it means that your eyes are really bad. "

The setting sun was alarmed and uncertain, and the sense of danger was growing stronger and stronger.

Same kind?

A word flashed through his mind.

The setting sun was shocked.

He stared at Yang Ping in shock.

Yang Ping laughed and said: "Floating Temple actually created you. It really wasn't simple. The power of a Sacred Ground is unfathomably deep. "

The moment Ni Na heard the Floating Temple, her expression changed greatly.

Floating Temple, one of the Sacred Grounds of this world.

Possessing unparalleled influence in the world.

Especially at the top of the pyramid, the leaders of the gates of heaven had to be obedient to the Sacred Grounds, otherwise, once the Great Sage Floating Temple made his appearance, sweeping through the gates of heaven wouldn't be a problem at all. Because the two were no longer on the same level.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Ping was smiling, but the pressure became stronger and stronger. Instinctively, he felt fear. The Setting Sun's legs did not listen to him and were filled with fear. He did not know why, but when facing Yang Ping, he felt an impulse to submit.

It was an instinctive impulse.

It was like a sovereign meeting an emperor.

Kneel!

Thus, the setting sun knelt on the ground and revealed a pious gaze, saying, "My king, the setting sun is willing to sacrifice everything, including her life."

Ni Na was dumbstruck. She couldn't believe it.

At this moment, in the Plum Blossom District of the Bei Feng Residence.

Young Master Lin sipped his tea leisurely and sat by the pavilion. He calculated that the setting sun should be bringing back Yang Ping's blood at this moment. His sister, Lin Ruoya, had lost a bottle, but he knew that Dr. J must still have more.

The genetic evolution liquid was one of the top medicines in the Mi Country special ability laboratory.

He fiddled with the bottle of red liquid in his hand. Outside Bei Feng Mansion, there was a man clad in a black robe. His eyes were cold, filled with hatred, despair, anger, and a myriad of negative emotions.

When Dr. J left the Manor, he followed!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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