Chapter 798

Qingqing said with a smile, "why, don't you allow me to be a servant girl. The servant girl is ashamed?"

Yang Ping touched his nose and grinned, "I don't mean that."

"You just despise servant girls."

Qingqing was dissatisfied. She stretched out her two long white legs and swayed under the chair. The scenery in the group was infinite. She couldn't see clearly, but it was very attractive.

"OK, don't joke with me. You can't afford to joke."

Qingqing got up, stretched, pointed to the door and said, "you go. It looks like you don't want to be a man who can afford to put down. My miss despises you most. However, you are no match for my miss no matter how powerful you are, so don't take it in your heart."

“……”

Yang Ping thinks Qingqing's words are in a mess, but there is a truth. The princess of the magic gate is a terrible figure. Qingqing is one of the most powerful women she has ever seen, but she is only someone else's personal servant girl. The strength of the princess of the magic gate can be imagined.

"Farewell."

Yang Ping turned and left.

Qingqing hummed a song. At the moment when Yang Ping walked out of the door, the corners of her mouth bent, showing a mysterious smile, her hands sealed, and whispered, "Maha God seal, seal!"

Boom!

Yang Ping only felt that the whole building was shaking, then spinning around, and finally entered a bubble. The bubble was so sticky that you couldn't leave no matter how you attacked it. It was like a small world, belonging to another world rule.

Maha God is the most powerful God in hell, both good and evil.

The demon sect believes in Maha.

Yang Ping fell into the seal, looked back at Qingqing, but saw her innocent face, patted her huge chest and shouted, "Oh, Yang Shao, what's the matter with you? You look so embarrassed."

"Untie the seal while I'm not angry."

Yang Ping said displeased.

Some things can be joked, but some things can't be joked. Yang Ping is very angry by Qingqing.

Qingqing didn't want to untie the seal, but continued to be innocent. She said, "sorry, this is my miss's seal. It says that once someone is bad for me, the Maha seal will open. It shows that you just want to be bad for me, right?"

Yang Ping angrily said, "if I'm against you, can you still stand and talk?"

Qingqing said with a smile, "that's because I'm smart. You think I don't know why you want to explore the fireworks field. But let you know that the fireworks field is a magic gate. Er, no, it should be called the holy gate. Haodu Hotel belongs to another cult, called... Anyway, forget, it's just an ordinary holy land. It's far from my holy gate."

Yang Ping shouted, "don't force me."

Qingqing pretended to be afraid, took two steps back and said wrongly, "Yang Shao, you are cruel to others. I'm so afraid."

Yang Ping took a deep breath and the Nine Yang Qi in his body was brewing. He said coldly, "I thought we could coexist peacefully, but the magic door is the magic door after all. You are the little devil, and your young lady is the big devil. If you don't give some color to see, you really think Mrs. Zhu can run amok when she shuts down."

Bang!

Yang Ping gave a big drink, and the Qi of Nine Yang broke out in his body like the sun one by one. The five elements were vaporized into ten thousand feet of light and pierced the boundary of Maha seal.

Qingqing frowned, but did not panic as expected. The Maha seal was broken. Yang Ping rushed out and punched.

This fist is powerful and has the illusion of crushing the void.

Qingqing was startled and was shocked by Yang Ping's physical strength. Even in the magic gate, there are few physical strength compared with Yang Ping, except those natural saints. She took out a rune and threw it out.

Maha God seal, seal!

Qingqing said with a light smile, "you're great. People can't stand it."

Bang!

Yang Ping punched the seal, grabbed Qingqing's fragrant shoulder and threw it at the wall.

Qingqing frowned. Her delicate body cracked the six storey wall. The precious oil painting on the wall fell to the ground and turned into pieces. She wanted to get up, but her hands were bent and shrank behind her back.

"Let go of me."

Qingqing clenched her teeth.

Yang Ping said coldly, "it's too late to say it now. Keep throwing it. I'm not afraid of seals."

Qingqing shouted, "don't be arrogant. If my young lady knows I'm wronged, she won't let you go. Don't think you're not afraid to hide in Longcheng. Someone can send saints in anyway, but you don't know."

Yang Ping was shocked and shouted, "saints can come in, it's impossible!"

Qingqing sneered and disdained: "of course, the third rate holy land of Xuankong Temple can't do it. My master is a figure above the great saint. How can he not do it? He just doesn't want to do it. Yang Ping, let me go. There's still something to talk about."

"Talk about your sister."

Yang Ping directly performed hypnosis. Qingqing screamed with fear, struggled and resisted, but her eyes gradually lost their luster. At the moment of being hypnotized, a point appeared in her spiritual world. When a light spot appears, it lights up the whole world.

Yang Ping's mental strength was pushed back like a tide. At that moment, he felt that if he didn't retreat in time, he was likely to sink in forever.

The energy released by the light spot is like nine hell, deep and bottomless.

Yang Ping's back is cold. He looks at Qingqing suspiciously. Qingqing falls into a coma and nobody knows.

What should I do?

Yang Ping frowned.

You can't kill a girl without resistance. You can't do it yourself.

But it's very dangerous to keep it.

Qingqing is not a good stubble. She is the closest servant girl of the princess of the magic gate. This name alone can scare the heirs of the holy land. Yang Ping was in distress.

Boom!

But when Yang Ping was tangled, an extremely dangerous breath came to his heart. He jumped down from the sixth floor with Qingqing on his shoulder. At the moment he jumped out of the window, the six floors of the fireworks ground were shrouded in incomparably majestic vitality.

Looking up at the sky, Yang Ping turned pale.

The big palm print of a football field fell from the sky, carrying towering authority.

Boom!

The palm print finally fell on the roof, the sixth floor collapsed, the fifth floor fell, and then the whole fireworks ground turned into ruins. It seemed that explosives were placed in it, which blew up the whole building in an instant. The palm print smashed six floors, continued to go down, and directly disappeared into the ground.

Yang Ping stood downstairs, staring at the source of the palm print, furious in his heart.

Screams and cries came from the fireworks.

Whether it's the ladies, staff, or customers playing inside, in the attack of palm prints, mole ants have no resistance to natural and man-made disasters. At least seriously injured, at least a dozen people died.

Yang Ping was furious.

Who dares to run wild in the dragon city.

As the patron saint of the heart of the Dragon City, when he just took over the city, he saw that external forces killed life. How can Yang Ping not be angry, even if the source of the palm print is an extremely terrible expert.

The visitor is really an expert.

He wore colorful cassocks and walked slowly on the road thousands of miles apart, but he could see each other, bald heads, ring scars, and even the expression of no sadness or joy on his face. It was clear that he was an eminent monk, but Yang Ping could not see compassion for all living beings in his eyes, but killed all living beings.

Flower monk.

The first saint to appear in Longcheng, and he is a top saint.

Yang Ping felt great pressure.

Monk Hua stared at Qingqing in Yang pinghuai and said, "you can put down the people of the demon gate and roll away."

Yang Ping smiled coldly and said forcefully, "if not."

Monk Hua folded his hands and said with pity, "I can't even kill you."