Chapter 720 Zhou Ping (8)
“——There’s a smell of blood!”
Zhou Ping's words changed the expressions of several people.
Lin Qiye released his mental power without hesitation.
Zhou Ping's figure flashed and he went straight to the second floor, then stood there in a daze.
There were large areas of bloodstains and the room was in a mess. It was so messy that there was hardly any intact or broken body parts...
Extremely bloody.
"What exactly is this..."
Yun Ci stood aside with her arms folded, her eyes fixed on the old TV.
‘Shashasha…’
The TV screen covered with snow suddenly shook violently, revealing a strange girl in a white dress.
"Believers...you...deserve to die!"
Yun Ci quickly stood in front of Lin Qiye and grabbed the figure flying out of the TV with one hand.
She put her right hand together like a sword and gently touched Jiang Er's forehead.
The figure paused in the air, floated down gently, and was supported by Yun Ci.
Zhou Ping quickly came to Yun Ci: "Xiao Ci!"
Lin Qiye and others also gathered around and looked at the girl leaning against Yun Ci.
The girl looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but the part below her calves was empty - like a ghost.
"This, this isn't a human?!"
An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and said, "She is a kind of magnetic field. To put it more down-to-earth, she is... a ghost."
"She... is she dizzy?"
"Just fell asleep."
Yun Ci laid the ghost girl flat. Due to her characteristics, she was floating on the ground.
"Her mental state is not very good. She can recover after a good sleep."
Yun Ci walked back to Zhou Ping, watching Lin Qiye and the others figure out the situation in a few words, and then waited with mixed feelings for the 'victim' Jiang Er to wake up.
Jiang Er didn't sleep for too long and woke up with a vigilant look on his face.
Lin Qiye and the others did not step forward, but took out the badges representing their identity as night watchmen from a distance.
They learned from Jiang Er what exactly happened to Team 008.
Lin Qiye and his companions learned that the believers might have some conspiracy here, so they left behind only An Qingyu who was repairing Jiang Er's body, and went out to investigate.
Of course, Zhou Ping, who suffers from social phobia, is also one of the people who stay in the safe house.
Lin Qiye and others returned quickly and brought back news about the Altar of the God of Hell.
"Senior Sword Saint, do you know something?"
Zhou Ping shook his head in silence and asked, "Nothing... You just said where is the altar?"
"Northern Suburbs, Abandoned Manor, No. 42, Dong'an Street."
"Oh."
When Zhou Ping asked about the location, Yun Ci stretched her arms and followed him out.
"Senior Sword Saint, where are you going?"
"Go cut down that altar."
He spoke calmly, but his movements were extremely swift, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
Yun Ci followed slowly behind, her figure turning into a light green spot halfway and merging into the long sword——
'Om—'
The sword energy vibrates.
With just one simple sword strike, the ceiling of the manor was cut off, revealing the altar of the god of the underworld that was cut in half.
Zhou Ping did not stop. He aimed a few swords at Whispering and the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, chasing after them and killing them.
Although Yun Ci merged back into the sword, she did not use her combat power. She simply followed Zhou Ping and the plot.
Until the Wind Dragon was killed, Whispering escaped and was killed, and the Third Seat sacrificed himself to revive the God of the Underworld Osiris——
In the sky, an upside-down black city appeared. It was the underworld of Osiris.
As the netherworld of death solidified, the world fell into darkness and the temperature dropped sharply.
Thick death aura rolled in the air. In the center of the underworld, there was also a gray-white altar. A black beam of light connected it to the one on the ground.
A shriveled figure wearing a pale coat and a golden belt around his waist slowly walked out of the black beam of light.
As Zhou Ping's figure stood in front of Osiris, a light green halo slowly spread from the sword to Zhou Ping's body, blocking the divine power carried by the attack from eroding him.
But it's just erosion.
The attacks would still fall on him, but because of the modifications Yun Ci had made to his body over the years, they were not too serious.
As Zhou Ping fought with the God of the Underworld, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger. For a moment, he seemed to have controlled the rules.
In an instant, countless eyes converged on the rules, staring and waiting.
Waiting to see if a new god will be born.
But it's a pity.
Zhou Ping's current state of mind is not stable, and he still cannot break through that barrier.
But touching the edge and reaching the level above the ceiling is already a big breakthrough.
The battle ended quickly after Emperor Fengdu joined.
The ninth seat was rushed to the hospital.
Zhou Ping sat in the chair, looking at his hands, thoughtfully.
"Only a little bit."
Yun Ci's figure appeared beside Zhou Ping.
"I can feel that it only takes one more fight like this for you to cross that 'line'."
Zhou Ping nodded silently, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
"Sword Saint Senior——"
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Zhou Ping, Lin Qiye and others have been together for such a long time that they have become quite familiar with each other.
Yun Ci looked at him as he relaxed himself a little and talked to a few people, and the corners of her lips curled up in relief.
A few minutes later, Ye Fan's call broke the post-war harmony.
A new altar was started.
This time they were very fast, and the Wind God Xiu had already appeared.
After Ye Fan arrived, Zhou Ping said goodbye to Lin Qiye and others and boarded a plane to the northern border of Daxia.
Two minutes ago, the Wind God Xiu dug out the half of the city closest to the foggy border, and along with the more than 10,000 people on it, the mountains, forests, rivers... and the Fengdu itself underground, all disappeared into the fog.
No one knows why He did this, but the most important thing at the moment is to get back the "fragment" that belongs to their Daxia.
And the most suitable candidate at the moment is Zhou Ping.
"You're going to Egypt's City of the Sun alone?"
"Daxia and Egypt are not close. Even the God of Wind cannot reach there in a short time with such a large piece of earth fragment. As long as I intercept this fragment on the way, I will not enter the kingdom of Egypt." Zhou Ping raised his right hand, "Besides, I am not alone."
The black sword pattern flashed with a light green sword light, and then slowly condensed into shape, flying in a circle and landing at Zhou Ping's feet.
Zhou Ping nodded to Ye Fan, and after explaining everything he wanted to explain, he rushed into the fog without hesitation, where he didn't know what conspiracy was waiting for him.
"gone."
His tall figure stepped onto the long sword.
There was a crisp sound of sword, and the long sword broke through the air at such a speed that it split the fog in two, revealing a large area of gloomy sea.
A light green barrier rose from the sword, protecting Zhou Ping inside and blocking the strong wind caused by the high speed.
"Xiao Zhou Ping, are you nervous?"
Zhou Ping shook his head slightly.
"That's right. With me here, there's no need to be nervous."
"When we return to Da Xia, you can scare them with your identity as the Sword God!"