If the eyes of those evil spirits are still covered with a hint of disguise, now they are just looking directly at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei. The group of evil spirits who are at the same table with the two can’t wait to stand up. It seems that as long as Ximen With a sigh of relief, they will take the Ningqi and Yan Zhibei into the north.
Belly!
Yan Zhibei's cold sweat constantly emerged from his forehead and fell down his cheek on the table. He didn't dare to move. His face was covered with a strong smile, and his eyes were aimed at Ning Qi.
"Oh, living? I remember that I have never asked you this time. Who are you? Do you dare to swear in my happy event, can you die?"
Ximen respected the two coldly, and the corner of his mouth smirked.
After seeing the other people, Ning Qi, the other ghosts of the various roads suddenly showed a smile and a smile, and there was a kind of fun.
As for the ghost of the spirit of the cloud, looking at the eyes of Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei, but with a hint of dignity, while glanced around.
"When we come, can we find something wrong?"
The cloud is not low.
The spirit masters at the same table face each other. One of them is in the clouds: "The elders of the cloud, do you suspect that these two people are from other sects? Are you planning to grab business with us?"
The cloud is a little dignified and nodded. In addition to this reason, he really can't figure out what kind of spirit exists, dare to ridicule these thousands of old ghosts in this situation today!
“Great words?”
Ning Qi smiled and shook his head, and got up and walked toward the direction of Ximen Jing and others. The evil spirits in the presence saw him, his eyes followed the figure of Ning Qi, and his heart also had a hint of curiosity. Very big, dare to be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings, still not retreating? When Yan Zhibei got up at Ningqi Station, he stood up. He was behind Ningqi. There was no way to let him sit at the same table with so many spirit-level evil spirits. It was really difficult for him. At present, this situation is a dead end to others. Yan Zhibei knows that only he is tight.
Ning Qi, it is possible to survive in the dead!
Not long after, Ning Qi's figure went to the group of ghost kings, faintly confronted with Ximen Jing, and the other ghost kings also looked up and down with curious eyes.
"I said that you are dead, you really don't believe?"
Ning Qi smiled and said.
Ximen respected the body to be taller than Ning Qi, bowed his head, and looked down at Ning Qi, who was condescending, and now looks like a fierce god. Now, because of the killing in his heart, it looks even more scary.
He is preparing to marry the 98th house, a small man, and at this moment, because of the breath of Simon’s body, he is shivering, but she seems to be aware that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei are living people, so Fear of fear, looking at the depths of the two people, but also with a hint of the color of the wings!
"Kid, let's talk, which sect is coming from you."
Ximen Jing took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
When he was in the world, he was only a shackle. After he died, he went to the local government and stepped forward to achieve today's achievements. It is definitely not brute force, but the wisdom he accumulated in those years! It’s just that these wisdoms happen to be in the land, and they shine!
How can a living person who has no backing on the mountain provoke these ghost kings on this occasion?
"It’s just a first-order break."
Ning Qi smiled.
"Discrete?"
"When is the scatter too bold?"
The curiosity in the eyes of the ghost kings is even worse.
Clouds frowned and looked at Ning Qi, and suddenly said: "If you are really a mess, you can't go today."
"Who said that I am leaving?"
Ning Qi smiled.
Ximen Jing also had to open again. At this time, Ning Qi did not know when, and he had a long sword and gently penetrated into the eyebrows of Ximen.
The next moment, with a bang, Ximen’s body suddenly collapsed, until the moment the soul flew, he did not react!
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for receiving 1000 merits.”
The pleasing sound of the system sounded again.
"what happened?"
"Is this son killing Ximen Jing?"
"Who is he?"
All the ghost kings saw this scene, the look suddenly changed, Qi Qi stood up, taboo looking at Ning Qi, in addition to jealousy, but also with a trace of panic.
Yun Buji and the ghostly disciples who he brought this time are also shocked. I dare not look at this scene. Ximen Jingtangtang, a thousand-year-old ghost, who has dominated the ghost king here for many years, actually died like this?
How can this be?
"I said it, you are dead, are you now?"
Ning Qi smiled and his eyes suddenly locked a ghost king.
Although there is no flesh in the Beilu Mountain Ghost King, it is so stared by Ning Qi, and it seems that there is also a cold sweat on the back. Before he starts, the tip of the sword has penetrated his eyebrows deeply!
boom!
The Beijiao Ghost King exploded in the same place and dissipated in the air.
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for 1000 merits!”
The system beep sounds again.
Seeing Ning Qi killed two ghost kings in succession, the rest of the ghost kings dare to stand in the same place, even dare not dare to stay, turn around and run away, those hundred-year-old ghosts, and more ordinary evil spirits, also reacted, Escape four times!
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for 1000 merits!”
"Hey! Congratulations to the host..."
"Hey! Congratulations..." The system's prompts sounded one after another. For those ordinary evil spirits, even centuries-old ghosts, Ning Qi did not care, and the existence of the ghost king level was killed by Ning Qi. The soul flies, the fastest runner, just ran to the gate, and died in the West Gate.
In front of the steward, the old man.
The old man stared at a ghost king in front of himself, sucking a cold breath, shocked to look at Ning Qi, has forgotten to escape. Ning Qi’s merits continued to explode. Soon, his merits and demerits broke the 50,000 mark. At this moment, whether it’s Ximen Jing or this time, the ghost kings who came to participate in his happy events have all lost their lives in Ning. Under the strange sword, in the yard, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buji and his group are left.
Disciples, as well as those boys and girls, and the woman who almost had to stay in the same place as the woman in the West Gate room.
The rest of the ghosts have already run out!
Yun Yun also wants to run, but his thought, when Ning Qi leisurely strolling to kill the group of ghost kings, suddenly dissipated, did not dare to have the slightest change, and it is precisely, he lived to the end!
Yan Zhibei was deeply relieved, looking at the fear in Ningqi's eyes, and a little more.
"Who are you, why are you killing us?" Yun did not try to make himself look calmer, but the trembling voice still made people feel his mood at the moment.