Chapter 231 Old Turtle Hong

What Nie Li said made sense.

Hong Huang was somewhat tempted.

"Are you telling the truth or lying? Are you lying to me and trying to use me as a tool?" The old madman stroked the patterns on the coffin and slowly stood up.

Wow!
Black prison chains emerged from his palms and wrapped around the empty coffin and coffin boards, wrapping them tightly like a big black iron dumpling.

Wow!
The chains of the Black Prison tightened, dragging the Kongming Stone Coffin back and pulling it into the huge black vortex in Hong Huang's palm.

The black vortex is connected to the Black Prison World.

Rumble!
The empty sarcophagus fell freely from the dark sky and landed on the vast wasteland of the Black Prison, splashing up a large amount of dust.

Not far from the sarcophagus, stands the tall and majestic Kongming Stone Stele.

The Kongming sarcophagus landed safely on the ground, and the black vortex, like the water in a toilet, spun and shrank into Hong Huang's palm.

Under Hong Huang's majestic gaze, Nie Li raised his fist and swore, "What I said is absolutely true. It was Chang Ping who really opened the sarcophagus of Emperor Kong Ming. I can swear to heaven!" Since he couldn't defeat Chang Ping, he could only kill with a borrowed knife.

He would never allow his woman in the previous life to be with another man in this life.

Ye Ziyun is his woman! Yesterday, today, and tomorrow!
A hint of red appeared in Nie Li's big round eyes.

He was going crazy.

"Since you dare to swear to heaven, then I believe you!" Hong Huang raised her arm upwards.

With a loud bang, the dome of the underground palace was knocked open by black python-like chains, revealing a hole ten meters wide.

Wow!
The blazing sunlight shines into the underground palace, the light is dazzling and breathtaking.

"Where is he? Take me to find him!" Hong Huang's voice was as cold as the black ice under the deep sea.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if two rocket thrusters were installed under his feet, and an invisible force lifted him up and flew out of the underground palace.

“Master,” Nie Li tapped the ground with his feet and chased after him, “Wait for me!”

He was already a powerful being in the Destiny Realm, a Black Prison Spirit God, so naturally he had mastered the ability to fly permanently.

If he wanted, he could even take a nap above the white clouds.

……

Scorching sun.

The martial arts competition for marriage was officially over, but the two protagonists did not attend the tedious closing ceremony.

It's already past ten o'clock in the morning. In another quarter of an hour, it will be eleven o'clock.

Chang Mansion has three courtyards.

Chang Ping held the shy Ye Ziyun in his arms and walked into the north room.

He did not go to Huyan's family.

What's the matter with your own wife entering the bridal chamber in someone else's home?
"master!"

The maids were cleaning the house. When they saw Chang Ping come in, they hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

"Go down! The master and his wife are going to enter the bridal chamber, so don't eavesdrop outside. If the master finds out, he will spank your little butts!"

These cute little maids were all brought by Huyan Lanruo from the Huyan family.

The Huyan family is a wealthy and powerful family, so they don't need these few people.

Hearing Chang Ping's words, the maids screamed and ran out, as if Chang Ping was some old pervert.

Ye Ziyun in his arms glared at him, blushing and shyly saying, "It's broad daylight, it's not good to do this, right?"

"It's okay!" Chang Ping didn't mind. He said with a lecherous look, "You fainted the other day. Now I'll give you a good rest!"

He didn't know why, but he felt like Chang Wei, who was born with supernatural powers.

"Hate~" Ye Ziyun pinched Chang Ping's lower back hard. Just as Chang Ping helped Ye Ziyun undress and Ye Ziyun helped Chang Ping untie his belt, a huge soul pressure came from the sky.

"who???"

Chang Ping helped Ye Ziyun put on her clothes, then jumped out of the half-open window.

"Who has such a powerful spiritual pressure?"

Flying towards the source of the pressure, Chang Ping finally found the target.

In the sky, there was an old man with disheveled hair hanging.

He was dressed in rags and looked like a beggar.

His eyes are cloudy, I wonder if he is blind?

Behind the old man, Nie Li was floating without any injury.

At this moment, Nie Li was looking at him with a sinister smile, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Chang Ping raised his right middle finger to him, then looked at the crazy old man and asked respectfully, "Are you the creator of the Black Prison World, Senior Hong Huang?"

"Huh?" Surprise appeared on the faces of the old madman and Nie Li at the same time.

"You... know me?" Hong Huang asked doubtfully.

He didn't remember that the tall and strong young man in front of him had ever been to the Black Prison World. How did he know me?
It would be fine if he just knew me, but he even knew that the Black Prison World was created by me. Could it be related to the relics of Emperor Kongming?

Hong Huang felt a surge of excitement in her heart when she thought of the treasure that could predict the future.

He must hand over the treasure!

"Senior, why don't you stay in the Black Prison World and come to our Glorious City?" Chang Ping smiled slightly and did not answer Hong Huang's question.

This fellow's true form is Ba Xia, one of the Nine Sons of the Nine Gods, also known as Bixi, the old turtle carrying the stone tablet.

Chang Ping guessed that this old bastard was instigated by Nie Li to attack him.

I became secretly alert.

"I can be wherever I want." Hong Huang snorted coldly and got straight to the point: "Nie Li said that you took the relics of Emperor Kongming. Is that true?"

Ok?
This old turtle came here for the remaining pages of the Book of Space-Time Demons?
Chang Ping smiled faintly: "Yes, the relics of Emperor Kongming are here with me. If you want them, please come to me!"

After saying this, Chang Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm even though Mount Tai was collapsing in front of him.

Nie Li frowned.

Is this kid crazy? How dare he challenge this martial arts master? Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Originally, if he handed over the relics, this kid could save his life.

If this kid talks like this now, he will definitely die.

Humph, it’s better to die, Ziyun will be mine!

A smile appeared on Nie Li's lips.

"Good boy, you know my reputation, but you still dare to speak in such a tone. If I don't beat you to pieces today, how can you have the face to survive in Xiao Linglong World in the future?" Hong Huang turned around and glanced at Nie Li who was gloating over his misfortune, and took action immediately.

Wow!
Thick black prison chains emerged from his palms, like ferocious giant pythons, winding towards Chang Ping and biting him.

Chang Ping snorted disdainfully and put his hands behind his back without dodging or evading.

"You want to use a mere chain made of the power of laws to deal with me? Haha, how ridiculous!"

While mocking, Chang Ping secretly took out the golden fragment from his pinky ring.

You old turtle, wait for me to chop off your head!

“You’re so sharp-tongued!” Hong Huang raised her right hand, and with a bang, black prison chains leaped out one after another, doubling in number. “Let me see how long you can keep your mouth shut. Darlings, tear him into pieces!”

(End of this chapter)