Chapter 238 I said yes!
The drunken Monkey King blasted open the gate to heaven with one blow!
When Chang Ping threw the stone pillar, he used the Crazy Drunken Fist technique.

His strength is nearly one trillion pounds, making him a peak martial artist in the Martial Sect realm. If he goes berserk, his strength can increase sixfold in a short period of time. His Crazy Drunken Fist has a five-fold attack bonus, so one of his punches can deal up to thirty trillion damage.

Although he did not go berserk when throwing the half-broken teleportation stone pillar, the five times attack of Crazy Drunken Fist was not something that Duan Jian, a little dragon man of black gold level, could resist.

wilderness.

It was drizzling and raining heavily.

"Sikong Hongyue, you, the Silver Wing family, forced my parents to death, and tied me to the marble pillar at the entrance of the palace, whipping and torturing me every day. Today, I want you to pay with blood!" Duan Jian raised the giant sword burning with black flames, ready to behead Sikong Hongyue.

He was tired of playing around, it was time to make a break. All the members of the Silver Wing family were killed, and now only Sikong Hongyue was left. As long as Sikong Hongyue was killed, the revenge would come to a perfect end.

He can then serve his master wholeheartedly.

Sikong Hongyue knelt on the damp and soft black soil, covering the bleeding wound on her right shoulder. She raised her smooth and white chin high, staring at Duan Jian, her beautiful eyes filled with unyielding and unwillingness.

The hatred of genocide is irreconcilable. If she were alive, she would definitely take revenge and kill Duan Jian and all the members of the Black Dragon Family to pay tribute to the souls of the members of the Silver Wing Family in heaven.

"Die!" A ferocious look flashed in the dragon's bright eyes, and Duan Jian swung the black flame sword fiercely, slashing at Sikong Hongyue's fragile and blood-stained jade neck.

boom!
Just as the Black Flame Sword was about to cut into Sikong Hongyue's carotid artery, a stone pillar with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters came straight at it, like a cannonball, and collided head-on with the Black Flame Sword.

The huge impact force instantly knocked the Black Flame Sword out of Duan Jian's palm, tearing his knuckles and causing blood to flow.

A strong wind blew on Sikong Hongyue's face, and he was already extremely weak due to excessive blood loss. He was blown backward and fell to the ground unconscious.

The teleportation stone pillar blasted the black flame sword away, turned into a meteor, and disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

Boom!

A dull explosion was heard from a distant place, as if the stone pillar had hit something.

"Who?!" Duan Jian covered his almost broken wrist, stared with bloodshot eyes, and looked in the direction where the stone pillar came from.

I saw a man in purple robe walking towards me.

Although he was dressed luxuriously, his appearance was extremely ordinary and rustic, which made people suspect that his clothes were stolen.

Duan Jian raised his thick eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. He found that the person who came was like an ancient well, without any ripples. He could not sense any soul fluctuations from him. He looked like an ordinary person with no cultivation.

But Duan Jian knew that the person coming here was definitely not an ordinary person! The stone pillar thrown by this person could knock away the Black Flame Sword and tear the Black Gold Warrior's jaws apart. His cultivation was at least that of a legendary warrior.

However, why couldn't he see this person's specific cultivation level? Could it be that this person's cultivation level far surpassed his?

Could it be that the murderer who severely injured the master, leaving only a head, was the plain-looking man in front of him?

"Hello, Duan Jian!" Chang Ping smiled and waved to the Black Dragon youth, looking harmless. The reason why Duan Jian couldn't see his cultivation was because of the Fragment of Void.

This fragment of the book of time and space demons can block the perception of others, making it impossible for the enemy to detect his specific cultivation level.

Otherwise, with his current ninth-level cultivation in the True God Realm, the Saint Emperor would definitely detect him using the Great Yi Tian Suan method, and send divine beasts and servant gods to kill him. The restrictions of the Xiao Linglong World could only restrict the entry of martial arts masters, but not the True God Realm and Great Emperor Realm masters.

Chang Ping estimated that the Saint Emperor's current cultivation level should be at the peak of the Great Emperor Realm, the God-level monster's cultivation level should be at the early stage of the Great Emperor Realm or at the peak of the True God Realm, and the God-serving creatures' cultivation level should be at the early stage of the True God Realm or at the peak of the Martial Master Realm.

"You...you know me?" Duan Jian stared at Chang Ping in surprise and took two steps back. "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

He had never met this person, how did this person know him?
Why did this person stop him from killing the bitch Sikong Hongyue?

"My name is Chang Ping, Chang means ordinary, Ping means ordinary." Chang Ping smiled slightly, raised his right little finger, and nonchalantly picked his ear. After picking, he blew away the earwax and said in a deep voice: "Sikong Hongyue is my ninth wife, you can't kill her."

"Your Excellency, are you kidding? Although I am not from the Silver Wing family, I know a little about the affairs of this family. With the character of the old villain Sikong Yi, he will definitely not marry his daughter off as a concubine, leaving the Silver Wing family without a successor!"

Duan Jian's eyes were bright, shining with wisdom, as he looked at Chang Ping.

"If I say yes, it's true!" Chang Ping wiped his little finger on his robe, raised his head, looked directly at Duan Jian, and asked contemptuously: "Do you have any objection?" Chang Ping raised his right index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, and said: "I'll give you three breaths to disappear from my sight immediately."

Killing Duan Jian was easier for him than crushing an aphid.

However, he didn't want to do that. If he killed Duan Jian, what would Sikong Hongyue kill?
It would be more satisfying if she took revenge herself.

"What if I don't disappear?" Duan Jian looked at him coldly, took half a step forward, and stared at Chang Ping with a scorching gaze.

"Then you will die!"

There was a flash of purple light, and before Duan Jian could understand what was happening, his neck was pinched by Chang Ping's palm-leaf fan-shaped hand, and his feet instantly left the ground, suspended in mid-air.

"As long as I use a little force with my thumb, you will die." Looking at Duan Jian, whose face was as red as a purple eggplant, Chang Ping said in a cold tone, "You still have two breaths of time. If you don't get out of here, I will tear off your wings, spread honey on them, and roast them to eat!"

After warning Duan Jian, Chang Ping loosened his grip.

tom!
Duan Jian sat down on the wet ground.

Without even having time to catch his breath, he got up and ran away.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too great. Instead of staying here to die, it is better to go back and ask the master for help.

"You're smart, kid!" Chang Ping snorted coldly, took out the bathing artifact from his little ring, turned on the shower head, applied shower gel, and washed his dirty hands. Although he didn't have mysophobia, he also loved cleanliness.

"Wake up Madam Nine!" After finishing the cleaning, Chang Ping half-knelt on the ground and patted Sikong Hongyue's pale face.

"Not awake?" Chang Ping raised his right index finger and probed Sikong Hongyue's breath. "The breath is very weak."

With his face pressed against Sikong Hongyue's bulging breastplate, Chang Ping squinted his eyes and said, "The heartbeat is also very weak."

"There is no other way. I can only use the magic of humanity to wake her up. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If I don't go to hell, who will?" Muttering, Chang Ping took out the black gold tent.

(End of this chapter)