Chapter: 2065

"You want me?"

Ning Zi said in surprise.

"Yes, it's just you."

The head of the Jiaolong Sect nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Qi stretched out his hand, and with a bang, the head of the subordinate next to him exploded instantly, and the headless corpse fell to the ground like this.

what happened!

The Sect Master of Jiaolong Sect and his subordinates have not reacted yet, they just stared blankly at this scene.

"Dou Sheng is a bit different from Dou Zun..."

Ning Qi muttered. He didn't kill the opponent with the fighting energy in his body just now, but directly manipulated the fighting energy in the opponent's body. He rushed to the top of the sky and detonated his head. In the Dou Zun state, it is impossible to have such a control force!

Ning Qi thought it was interesting, and ordered a few people casually, bang bang bang, almost in the blink of an eye, the suzerain of the Jiaolong Sect was left alone, surrounded by corpses.

He immediately knew that he might have kicked the iron board! The opponent is a hidden master! With a plop, the Sect Master of the Jiaolong Sect knelt in front of Ning Qi, shaking like chaff, crying bitterly: "Senior, I made a mistake! I made a mistake! Please let me go!"

Suddenly, the eyes he looked at Ning Qi froze.

"you know me?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"You, you are Beixuan Demon Lord!"

The master of the Jiaolong sect screamed, and the fear in his heart instantly spread throughout his body!

"Hehe, if you know my nickname, you must know me. If you have any last words, tell me."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"No! Don't kill me! The villain has urgent news to report!"

The Sect Master of Jiaolong Sect exclaimed in horror.

"Urgent news? About me?"

Ning Qi frowned slightly.

"Yes, it should be related..." He was not sure if Ning Qi belonged to the Temple of War God, but if he really was, maybe that news could save his life. He explained the matter of being suppressed in the Temple of the Reclining Buddha carefully, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Qi cautiously, feeling agitated in his heart.

"One month? How long has it been?"

A coldness flashed in Ning Qi's eyes.

"I bet right! He really has something to do with the Temple of War God!"

The master of the Flood Dragon Sect was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Twenty-nine days have passed, and today is the thirtieth day. If no one shows up, they will be suppressed into the seven-level pagoda..."

"For the sake of this news, I won't kill you, get lost."

Ning Qi said lightly.

When the master of the Jiaolong Sect heard the words, he turned around and fled in a hurry.