2941: C2941 Eternal Night

C2941 Eternal Night

His pupils turned completely black, heavier than the darkest night, bringing with it a desolate aura. Yang Ping looked like a different person, but he tried his best to suppress himself.

After the blood transfusion, the dean called for the best surgical specialist to remove the bullet. Zhu Xi had been shot in the abdomen, and Mingzhu had undergone thoracic surgery. When the bullet was removed and the electrocardiograph data were returned to normal, she went on the ventilator to ensure that there were no problems with the two women. Only then did Yang Ping get up and walk out of the surgery building.

At the entrance of the People's Hospital.

It was already dark.

Yang Ping breathed in the dark night's air and felt that his chest was filled with energy. The energy that the dark night gave him made him feel extremely powerful.

"All of you, die."

Yang Ping disappeared into the night, full of killing intent. This killing intent soared into the sky, startling all the experts in the Dragon City. It was as if a heavy stone was pressing down on their hearts, especially the saints.

What a strong killing intent.

Not even in their heyday.

In a simple factory, a masked man stared at the cold computers. His subordinates were intensely calculating the Dragon City's defensive energy system, trying to find a solution to the problem.

He suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent coming from within the city. He muttered, "This aura … it is not that of a saint, but it is more powerful than a saint. It seems …"

He carefully sensed for a moment and said with a heavy tone, "It's not simple. I never thought Yang Ping would be able to become so powerful in such a short time. It's a pity, I should have killed him before he grew up."

The masked guy's eyes revealed a shocking light, as if he wanted to see through space and time. He said softly, "Master, I won't let you die for nothing. I will kill everyone in Immortal Medicine Sect to avenge you."

In a high class clubhouse.

Qing Qing was breathing in and out, her black hair moved without any wind, just like the spirit of the night, every breath she took carried along with it a shocking spiritual force. She cultivated in Dark Arts, but the purest Dark Arts was no longer pure.

The Ancient Martial Arts of the Hell Sect was known as the number one attack, which was something the other Sacred Grounds could not compare to.

Qing Qing practiced the necromancy technique to the point of being able to change a person's life and death. The highest level was to resist death and force the god of death to retreat.

Suddenly, Qing Qing felt a strong killing intent. She opened her eyes and called out, "Uncle Shan."

Creak.

The door opened and Uncle Shan walked in. He asked: "Qing Qing, what's wrong?"

Qing Qing's face turned serious and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Shan, do you feel that Yang Ping's aura is completely different from before? Such a powerful killing intent. "

Uncle Shan said: "Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu were plotted against and almost died in the villa. Those idiots wanted to take advantage of this and kill Yang Ping, but they did not expect to be counter-killed by Yang Ping. They overestimated themselves, the descendants of Immortal Medicine Sect are so easy to deal with, the true experts will not wait any longer."

Qing Qing sighed with a complicated look in her eyes: "What a pity, if Yang Ping could be friends, we would be one less powerful enemy, but we stand on different sides. I don't know if Miss will personally make a move."

Uncle Shan sneered and said in disdain, "With just Yang Ping? The Lady could crush him with one finger. In the eyes of the young miss, there is only Holy Maiden from Cihang Quiet Building.

Qing Qing smiled bitterly and said, "But isn't Yang Ping growing up way too fast?"

Uncle Shan said indifferently: "It's not considered fast, according to the Immortal Medicine Sect's abilities, if you use all of your strength to create an expert, it will also be very soon, but our Young Miss has Saint Stage at the age of eighteen, how could Yang Ping possibly compare to it."

Qingqing seemed to be deep in thought.

Uncle Shan reminded her, "Time is running out, I think the other places are all preparing. Since Miss has handed the task to you, don't mix in any other emotions and properly complete the Sect Leader's task."

Qing Qing sighed, "Uncle Shan, I know."

After she finished, Qing Qing continued to cultivate the Dead Spirit Art. Uncle Shan left the room and stood at the door. He looked at the murderous aura that was rising up to the sky and muttered, "This kid might become a big threat during the holiday."

Uncle Shan's strength was unfathomable. Even Qing Qing did not know the specific realm, but she knew that he was strong because Uncle Shan had once heavily injured an expert of the Saint's Early Stage realm with a single slap.

"Interesting."

Uncle Shan sneered.

Dragon City's sewers. Within a dark, sealed cave. The sewers had an unpleasant smell and were filled with disgusting things. Mice were lying in the sewers one by one.

A black figure sat cross-legged in the enclosed space, ignoring everything outside.

In front of him was a long katana with the pattern of cherry blossoms engraved on it. It shone with a blinding light in the dark space.

A person came down from the ground and knelt in front of him. He respectfully said, "Sir, your subordinate was incompetent and failed to complete the mission. Your highness, please punish me. "

The lord opened his eyes. His gaze was like two sharp knives, stabbing at the chest of the person who just spoke. It was extremely painful, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He could only bear it in silence.

This person was like a reflection of the moon in a mirror. He was a famous swordsman in the island nation, but such a powerful swordsman was actually kneeling in front of this so-called 'sovereign', trembling in fear.

You can see your place in the island.

"Don't move, don't provoke Yang Ping. This person's cultivation level has increased. Normal people are no match for him." Your highness sensed Yang Ping's aura and ordered.

Although she was in pain, she still left respectfully.

Do you even think that Yang Ping is a problem?

In the island, Dao Zun's status in the island was not inferior to Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster. It was comparable to the existence of the ancient Octadic Snake, reaching an invincible realm.

Who would have thought that Yang Ping would become like a lord's eyes in such a short time.

Mirror Flower Moon disappeared into the sewers and continued to lurk. The island nation hadn't made a move during this period of time, but had been quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Especially for this one, his strength had already reached the level of a Saint, which was extremely terrifying. Furthermore, using the Saint Treasure of the Island, he could display his full strength in the Dragon City, which was also why the Island had so much confidence in him.

All the major forces in Dragon City felt Yang Ping's aura. It was better to hide it, for the time being, they did not want to provoke Yang Ping, the god of death.

Puff!

On a long street.

Yang Ping sent the person flying with a punch. The person fell to the ground, his chest was caved in, his face was pale as he shouted: "Wait, I am Saint Stage, I can make a deal with you."

"BOOM!"

Yang Ping smashed the Daoist Priest's head with a punch, then turned around and left.

The Taoist Saint died miserably at Yang Ping's fist, never saying his last wish. He died miserably, his head turned into a paste.

The Daoist priest was dead.

Next was the monk.

Yang Ping quickly found the position of the monks. When he attacked the three Saints, he left a mark and casually found them. At this moment, a female Sage was crazily rushing towards the city gate, trying to escape.

She felt that the tragic death of the Daoist priest had caused a great shock to her soul.

She knew the monk was dead.

He hoped to escape the Dragon City and survive before the monk died. She no longer dared to look down on Yang Ping because he was a mad demon.

Seeing that the city gate was getting closer, the female Saint could not help but be ecstatic.1

Boom!

A figure descended from the sky and stood guard at the city gates.

The female saint screamed miserably. She looked at Yang Ping, who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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