The first thousand eight hundred and thirty chapters spike

"I heard that...the one on the stone tablet is Ning Beixuan?"

"Not bad..."

"It seems that this time, the rejoicing of the Mozong provokes a madman, and dare to come here to block the door. Is it really a joy to be the sect of the sect?"

Some Zongmen who do not enter the stream often hit the door after being offended by the enemy, and then blocked the door for several years, in order to export the evil spirits. By the way, other monks learned about the incident and came to see the jokes. If you don’t give up the other party, you can get your face back.

However, this kind of thing often only appears in the Zongmen who does not flow into the stream. The second-rate Zongmen, which is slightly more powerful, has the existence of a fairy king class. It is rarely blocked by people, let alone the top of the rejoicing of the Mozong. Zongmen.

More and more monks are gathering here, hundreds of squares and cities have all become empty, hundreds of thousands of eyes are falling on Ning Qi, shocked and curious.

Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat on the stone tablet. His hands were gently placed on his knees. At this moment, the direction of the magical sect suddenly flew out several figures.

The attention of the people was attracted by them, and they looked at it. The leader was Wu Chongxian. Behind him, he followed the five elders who were also seven robbers.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stone tablet, his eyes fell on the line of **** characters, silent and half-sounding, and then looked at Ning Qi. "Since you and I are rejoicing in the demon, can you report it?"

"Who are you? Is this a joyful demon who is yours?"

Ning Qi's eyes slowly opened and smiled.

Wu Chongxian flashed a cold mang in his eyes, a faint road: "Under Wu Chongxian."

Little Devil, Wu Chongxian?

The monks around the group heard the name, and the face suddenly showed a shocking color. They stayed here for a long time. They had already heard of the pro-disciple of the devil, and they were called Wu Chongxian.

It is rumored that this person is extremely horrible. So far, he has been practicing for about ten thousand years. It is already a seven-robbery creator. In the future, he will have the opportunity to make a nine-robbery creator and take over the joyful demon!

"Wu Chongxian? I haven't heard it, you still go back and stay."

Ning Qi swings his hand.

"Hurricane!"

Several elders who liked the demon sect saw Ningqi’s attitude, and with the blood on the stone tablet, his face could not help but become iron and blue, and he could not wait to suppress Ningqi on the spot.

"Your, I have not yet informed my name."

Wu Chongxian cold road.

"Ningbei Xuan."

Ning Qi faint road.

"You are Ningbei Xuan? Happy konjac on you?"

Wu Chongxian’s eyes changed slightly.

Behind him, several elders who rejoiced the Mozong were horrified.

"Yes, you want?"

Ning Qi smiled and took out the 葫 葫 葫 葫 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

"What is the fairy konjac, this is clearly a joyful konjac!"

Wu Chongxian gave a cold drink, and his body suddenly disappeared into the original place. When he appeared again, he was already behind Ningqi. He looked down at Ningqi with a condescending look, and his eyes showed a hint of ridicule.

"Little Devil, come back soon!"

The elders who rejoiced the Mozong quickly shouted, and their faces were anxious. They had already received news that Zhuge Tao died in the hands of Ning Qi. Obviously, Ning Qi’s combat power is definitely above the eight robbers. However, Wu Chongxian has been retreating before, and they have not had time to tell this news to Wu Chongxian.

Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of the elders, and there was a coldness in his eyes. He ignored it, but reached out and grabbed it. The celestial konjac flew into his hands. Wu Chongxian’s eyes showed a hint of joy, and he took a look at the sun. Odd head shot.

When everyone saw it, they suddenly breathed and looked at this scene with a little nervousness. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian was a famous demon statue of the revered demon, and the strength has surpassed the ordinary immortal level, and Ning Qi from the beginning. At the end of the day, there was no reaction, and it was likely to be killed by a palm.

However, when Wu Chongxian’s palm was still an inch away from Ning Qi’s head, he stopped, and his eyes looked incredulously at the palm of his wrist.

"The strength is too small, it is good to repair it. It is also a place among the younger generation. It is also a place than the Lei Emperor, the Tibetan Immortal, the Yanzizi, and you are not a star or a half. It is no wonder that the Delight Lord itself is not What a master, at most it is a third-rate, it is normal to train your third-rate arrogance."

Ning Qi laughed.

"Lei Huang, Tibetan Immortal, Yan Shengzi? Have you seen them?"

Wu Chongxian flashed a horror in his eyes. These three people are the goals that he wants to transcend day and night. They can be seen in the other side, but they seem so understatement?

The elders who rejoiced the demon were anxious and looked at each other. Qi Qi went to Ningqi to suppress and went. If Wu Chongxian died in Ningqi’s hands, I am afraid that the devil will return to Zongmen, and their end will not Better than where to die.

"I have not only seen them, but also sent them to the West."

Ning Qi’s mouth rose slightly, and in the presence of hundreds of thousands of monks, he grabbed a horrified Wu Chongxian and directly slammed the elders who were flying toward him.

boom!

They were caught off guard and were attacked by Wu Chongxian. However, such damage was not fatal. It was only the next moment. Before they reacted, the air flashed through a knives. Then, the nearby monks also rejoiced. The monks are also good. As long as they are paying attention to this place, they all see a **** rain in the sky. Numerous pieces of meat are not divided into you and me. They are accompanied by blood and fall to the ground.

Spike!

Until the death, Wu Chongxian had just cultivated the body of the magic, and there was no chance to display it.

"hiss……"

The monk in the field stared at the mud on the ground. After the reaction, they took a breath of cold and looked at Ning Qi with a stunned look.

"Ning Beixuan is so strong? Even the little devils have been killed?"

"The five elders are not low, at least the seven robbers, plus the little demon, a total of six seven robbers, how can even Ningbei Xuan a move can not stop?"

"The little demon is dead, the elders are dead, what is going on..."

The monks who rejoiced the Mozongs did not want to believe in this scene that they saw with their own eyes. They blinked their eyes and then fell into a horror.

The joyful Mozong is one of the seven sects. It has always been the only ones who beat people. No one dares to kill the monks who rejoice in the demon. As a result, at the moment, they are directly dead. For the joyful demon, the status is extremely high. High existence!

Ning Qi smiled and closed his eyes again, seeming to have done a trivial little thing.

At this moment, there are no more monks in the Mozong of the Devils than the Little Devils. The disciples of the Devils can only watch Ning Qi with their eyes, but they can't help.