Chapter 909: The soul of Ziyang Swordsman

The ninth and ninety-ninth chapter of the spirit of the Ziyang Sword Emperor

"How can it be……"

In the eyes of Hongmeng Zun, there was a fascinating color. He knew that Ningqi was very strong. However, the other party was really strong enough to join forces to defeat their nine peaks.

Even if it is a star fight, you can't do this!

At the beginning, he remembered that Ning Qi’s cultivation at that time was not even a fight. In his own eyes, he was as small as an ant!

The other eight kings were also secretly shocked in their hearts. At the same time, they began to quietly heal their wounds. They looked at Ningqi and saw that he had no more movements, and their hearts were relieved.

In the hell, for a moment, the silent needle can be heard, even the gas does not dare to pant.

"Your master, is it almost time to come?"

Ning Qi smiled and looked to the horizon: "Tell Cao Cao Cao Cao."

Who is Cao Cao?

A little doubt in the heart of the doodle, is it a strong person in the land of Dong Xuan?

The three rays of light came in front of the sky and fell directly to the people around Hongmeng.

One of them is the master of Hongmeng Zun, Mosheng, and the other two are also disciples of the Ziyang Sword Emperor.

However, in the eyes of Ning Qi, the cultivation of these three people is even weaker than the ordinary Son of the Holy Land of the Qing Dynasty. In their own eyes, it is no different from the ants.

"Who is you? Why hurt my disciple?"

Something that Mo Sheng looked at with a taboo was sitting on the golden throne, and Ning Qi, who was leaning on Erlang's leg, was screaming.

At the same time, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the voice of Hongmeng Zun, and informed the origin of Ningqi that the face of Mosheng was even more gloomy.

"Who am I almost knowing? Don't talk nonsense, you are not my opponent, go call Xu Zhen, only him, I can barely stand up and play with him."

Ning Qi smiled.

"hiss……"

Everyone sucked a cold breath.

This guy is not afraid of even the ink saint?

"Manic boy."

The singer of the sacred sacred side of Mo Sheng seemed to want to shoot, and the result was stopped by Mo Sheng.

"Mr. Brother, you won't be caught by him?"

The name of the mouth of the sacred mouth evoked a trace of disdain.

Another fighter has seen it, no snoring, he always feels that Ning Qi is a little weird, especially the throne under the butt, which makes him feel guilty.

Not to mention him, even if Xu Zhen sees the spirit of Wang Pin, he has to feel guilty. This is the crushing of the soul, and has nothing to do with cultivation!

"He called the full name of the teacher, and obviously relied on it. If we arbitrarily shot, I am afraid there will be an accident. I have already communicated to the teacher. The old man will be able to come soon, and then I will care about it!"

Mo Shengsheng said.

"it is good!"

The name of the fight, sneer and nodded, his eyes glanced at Ning Qi with impunity, and deliberately stayed in the neck and heart.

But when he found out that Ning Qi was not afraid, but instead looked at himself like a smile, the fight was a cold voice: "I hope that when my teacher comes, you can continue to sit."

Under the help of Mo Sheng, the nine people of Hongmeng have improved their injuries. At the very least, they can stand up. At this moment, they are standing behind the Moss three, and they don’t know what they are thinking.

As for the butcher, he did not escape, but he took the opportunity to hide behind the people such as Hongmeng Zun, which would make him feel safer.

Before the Ziyang Sword Emperor came, Ning Qi’s soul had penetrated into the earth and searched around. After remembering several mines that might appear in the middle of the refining stone, a familiar figure broke through and fell. Mo Sheng side.

The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, but at the corner of his mouth, there seems to be a scar, a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and supple, his height is higher than that of ordinary people, wearing a hit. The purple robes with gold inset, hung a scabbard around his waist, and it was empty.

"Master!"

"Zhuzu!"

"Ziyang Jiandi!"

Mo Sheng, Hong Meng Zun, and the miners here, have paid respect to the middle-aged people.

Ziyang Sword Emperor glanced at them with a faint look. When he saw the golden throne under Ning Qi's buttocks, his eyes flashed a glimmer of color. Finally, his gaze fell on Ning Qi.

"You are really courageous, dare to appear here?"

Ziyang Jiandi mouth slightly raised.

"I want to come here, I want to leave, who can stop me?"

Ning Qi is not willing to show off the weak smile.

"In a few short years, your enthusiasm is full. Have you forgotten how to escape the life of my hand?"

In the eyes of Ziyang Swordsman, there was a hint of coldness: "Let's put things out, I will not let you die today."

"I have a good proposal."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

"What proposal?"

Ziyang Jiandi asked as patiently.

There are some accidents in the three people of Mosheng. According to the temper of the master, it is now necessary to suppress Ningqi. What is it, and what is the taboo of the elderly?

Is it...

The three looked at the golden throne under Ning Qi's ass, which was the soul of Ning Qi's king.

The three suddenly understood that why did the Ziyang Sword Emperor not have the first time to shoot.

"Do you call Xu Zhen? Tell me about the hatred of you and my cloud, and satisfy my curiosity. Maybe I can let you go today, regardless of the enemy you used to kill."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

Hearing the three words of the Yunzong, the Ziyang Sword Emperor suddenly filled with a layer of ruthlessness. He looked at Ning Qi coldly and said: "You want to know, I can tell you, but You want me to see if you have this qualification."

After all, he suddenly gathered a purple sword with a hundred feet behind him.

"You condensed the soul of the nine spirits to the limit?"

Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a bit of surprise, and then there was some sorrow. Tianzi Zun had once said that Ziyang Jiandi suddenly broke into the Emperor’s, and it was probably that he discovered the magical effect of Tianlingjing. The prison is constantly supplying him with Tianling Crystal, and it is not surprising that he can refine the spirit to the limit.

"Nine spirits?"

In the eyes of Ziyang Swordsman, there is a trace of suspicious color. "Do you know the soul of the gods?

"The order of the soul is not my separation, but you are ignorant."

Ning Qi smiled.

Ziyang Sword Emperor intends to tempted, but now he is not in a hurry, he faintly said: "What kind of spirit is there?"

"The soul of the nine products is the most, the most powerful, but above one product, there are Wang Pin, Wang Pin above the grade, you do not have to know, because in your life, you can not reach this realm."

Ning Qi smiled.

Everyone is stunned and has this statement?

The three men of Mercy look at each other and have a slight change in their hearts, because from the beginning to the end, their masters, Ziyang Jiandi, have never told them to consolidate the soul! !

There is a hint of coldness in the eyes of Ziyang Swordsman: "Look at it, you also have the soul of God, I don't know your soul, what is the order?"

"I? Wang Pin."

Ning Qi laughed.

Wang Pin?

Ziyang Jiandi stunned, he thought that Ningqi was at most a better than him, but the other party actually said that he is the soul of Wang Pin?

Doesn't this smash him eighteen streets?

impossible!

The Ziyang Sword Emperor reveals a hint of coldness: "In this case, I will compete with you for the soul!"

He does not believe that Ning Qi's soul will be stronger than him. He has been concentrating on the soul for many years in the Dragon Prison, in order to concise the soul to the limit, Ning Qi? A guy who didn’t even fight for a few years ago, even if the spirit is king, what about?