Chapter 233: The Power of Martial Sect

Time and space spirit vine?

Yes, it must be because of the Time and Space Spirit Vine!

A flash of enlightenment flashed through Chang Ping's mind.

Nie Li is a reborn person. His soul sea is different from that of normal people. There is a time and space spiritual vine in it that can help him resist powerful soul attacks and use it for his own benefit.

The energy of the Thunder Fragments must have been absorbed by the Space-Time Spirit Vine, which allowed Nie Li to escape death.

"We can't let the tiger go back to the mountains!" Chang Ping chased after it and killed it before it could grow strong enough.

Since Nie Li had already developed murderous intentions towards him, it was only natural for him to kill Nie Li.

"Stop! Where are you running to!" The old madman stopped Chang Ping and smashed the protective shield of the Mountain Fragments with two sledgehammers like a rainstorm.

He didn't believe that Chang Ping's protective shield was infinite. As he continued to attack, the protective energy would definitely be exhausted.

By then, Chang Ping will surely die.

"you are annoying!"

Chang Ping impatiently summoned the Meteorite Divine Thunder Sword from his soul sea, held the big sword with both hands, and fought with Bixi.

In the current situation, unless he kills Hong Huang, he cannot escape and chase Nie Li.

However, although he couldn't go, his wives could go.

……

Whoosh whoosh!
Yu Yan, Yang Xin, Shen Xiu and others who received the telepathic message immediately left the game, took off their helmets, and flew towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The only way for Nie Li to return to the Black Prison World is through the Universal Space Array near the City Lord's Mansion.

As long as we block this place, he won’t be able to escape even if he has wings!
"You actually led the bad guys to kill our husband. I'll grind you to dust!"

……

Bang bang bang!
The sound was like thunder and sparks flew everywhere.

The Meteoric Thunder Sword and the old madman's hammer collided violently.

Chang Ping only felt numbness at the base of his palm and his arms were shaking as if they were about to break.

"Hong Huang is indeed a dragon-blooded monster at the peak of the Wuzong realm. His power is so terrifying that my Tianyun sword is about to fall out of my hand." Chang Ping was secretly astonished.

Fortunately, he had the super energy shield of the Mountain Fragments, otherwise, he would have been killed by the old madman's hammer.

“You little brat, let’s see how long your broken shield can hold out!” Hong Huang smashed his hammer like a falling meteor. The sound was as terrifying as a ghost, and it made people tremble in their hearts. “Hand over the relic of Emperor Kongming that can predict the future, and I will let you die quickly!”

"You shark arm?" Chang Ping put the Meteoric Divine Thunder Sword into his soul sea, folded his arms, and sneered: "If I wanted to give it to you, I would have given it to you long ago. Why should I fight you here for three hundred rounds? I will never surrender. If you surrender, hand over the demon spirit to me!"

"When I become the most powerful emperor in the world, I will reshape your body, how about that?" Chang Ping said as he held the golden fragment between his sword fingers and shook it up and down.

"How do you know that my true form is not human?" Hong Huang asked doubtfully, but did not stop swinging the hammer at the protective shield.

Bang bang bang!
Every time the hammer hit the protective shield, ripples would appear on it, as if to disperse the powerful impact force.

"If you were a human, how could you create a hell-like Black Prison World?" Chang Ping asked with a smile, "I guess the reason you created the Black Prison World was that you wanted to comprehend the profound meaning of the Void Mantra, and on the other hand, to mourn your deceased brother Fuxi?"

He had read the original novel and knew that the old madman had killed his own brother with his own hands.

Back then, in the Longxu Realm, the old madman and his younger brother discovered the Kongming Stele at the same time and practiced the Cross Secret.

Later, they tricked another inheritor of the God's ancestral land, Kong Yan, out of the ancestral land and worked together to kill him.

Fuxi was seriously injured in this shocking battle.

Hong Huang became greedy for a moment and killed Fuxi, devouring his and Kong Yan's understanding of the Kongming Secret.

He, who has mastered three-tenths of the comprehension, is undoubtedly the most powerful of all the inheritors of Emperor Kongming. Even if the remaining two inheritors join forces, they are no match for him. Chang Ping knows that one of the remaining two inheritors is Nie Li, and the other should be the demon master of the Dark Guild.

As long as the old madman kills both of them, he can obtain the true inheritance left by Emperor Kongming.

"You know too much!" Hong Huang's eyes were cold, like two icy arrows, shooting at Chang Ping's face, "You are the first person to know that I killed my brother, and you are the last one!"

Now that we know his secret, Chang Ping must die!
Bang bang bang!
The old madman's attack suddenly became fierce. He used eighty big hammers and forty small hammers, one hammer after another. It looked like Xia Ji's Eight Hammers, but in fact it was very methodical.

"You old bastard, did you learn this hammering technique from your master's wife? How come you don't have any strength at all?" Chang Ping grinned and laughed, "Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower, use more strength!"

"You..." Hong Huang was so angry that her blood boiled. "You are so sweet that you have the ability to put away this protective shield. I will smash it into a pulp!"

"You have a pig brain?" Chang Ping retorted, "Why should I put it away and use my weakness to fight your strength? Your sweetness cultivation is so much higher than mine, and you actually want to fight me one-on-one, do you still have any intention of being a bitch?"

While Hong Huang was speechless, Chang Ping suddenly took out the torn page of gold.

call out--

Click!

One of Hong Huang's arms was cut off in an instant.

"Ah——" the old madman covered his arm and screamed.

The broken arm separated from the body and immediately revealed its original form, turning into a huge and thick turtle foot.

Chang Ping quickly moved down, caught the old madman's broken arm, opened his huge mouth of the abyss, and sucked hard at the broken end.

"Bloodthirsty Divine Art!"

Cuckoo!
Waves of warm currents rushed into his stomach, and Chang Ping felt as comfortable as taking a shower on a hot day, refreshing from the top of his head to his toes.

"Bastard! Asshole! Give your hand back to me, I will hammer you to death!" Hong Huang swung the hammer with her left hand and smashed it at Chang Ping, but was blocked by the absolute defense of Shan Zhi Fen Ye.

Bang bang bang!
"Martial Sect Realm Level One!"

After sucking all the blood from a turtle's paw, his physical strength instantly broke through to the Wuzong realm, and his soul power surpassed the Longdao realm.

Minute Maid!
call out--

While Chang Ping was chewing the chewy dragon turtle meat, he secretly controlled the flying golden fragments, making it turn around and chop off Hong Huang's head.

Once bitten, twice shy.

What’s more, Hong Huang lost an entire arm.

He had long been on guard against Chang Ping using his old tricks again.

"Die!"

The torn pages flew towards him, and he suddenly turned around and smashed the torn pages with a hammer.

Click!

The hammer head was instantly cut off by the broken pages, revealing a smooth cross-section.

"How could this happen?" The old madman had a look of disbelief. His Dragon Turtle Hammer was an extraordinary treasure, surpassing the ninth-grade treasure and second only to the god-killing treasure.

It was actually cut by a page of a book?
Could it be... Could it be that this is also the secret treasure of Emperor Kongming?
More than one secret treasure?
He is not the successor of Emperor Kongming, so how can he use the secret treasure of Emperor Kongming?

Hong Huang's bloodshot old eyes were filled with jealousy.

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