Chapter: 2997

"Underworld monk?"

Someone exclaimed, looking at this scene, his eyes couldn't help showing horror.

"He, why does he have more than 300 ghost weapons? Could this kid have robbed the underworld?"

Ruan Qingyan lost his voice.

"This...if he just took out these ghost weapons to deal with me..."

Long Rong's face was very ugly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If Ning Qi had used this method to deal with him just now, I'm afraid he would have been blasted into scum by now!

"how so……"

Jiudai Tanlang clenched his fists tightly, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Almost every dark weapon has great power. The nature of the dark energy and the power of law are different, and there is a faint meaning of restraining the power of law.

If ten ghost artifacts come out at the same time, it is equivalent to a full-strength attack by a monk at the beginning of the Faxiang Realm. If these three hundred ghost artifacts are released together, the people present can't imagine what kind of power it will be, because they have never seen anyone Can have 300 pieces of ghost equipment.

Only Ning Qi knows that the phantom is a vision after the fusion of the underworld, and it has nothing to do with the monks of the underworld, because these underworld weapons were transformed by him using the tools, and it is impossible to hide the monks of the underworld.

The figure formed by the condensed dark energy in the sky let out a silent roar, then stretched out an extremely huge palm, and slapped towards Longcheng.

boom!

The collision between the palm of the hand and the Dharma Aspect of the Heavenly Cauldron caused a terrible aftermath, which was mixed with the power of dark energy and law, and the nearby flowers and plants were all smashed to pieces in an instant.

Dragon City retreated hundreds of feet, and the dark energy also weakened.

"Within ten moves, I'm afraid it will be impossible to suppress this kid."

Longcheng looked at Ning Qi standing under the phantom, and a wry smile flashed in his eyes. At this time, the phantom's attack struck again. Longcheng gave a cold shout, and his body gradually changed. At a speed visible to the naked eye, from A thin old man turned into a handsome young man.

Afterwards, he fought with the phantom formed by the condensed Nether Qi.

In this battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and more and more monks gathered around. Except for those monks who were still resisting the invasion of the dark energy, almost all the monks from the heaven and the cave came through the sky, with a look on their faces. Standing behind Long Rong and the others in fear.

After a stick of incense, the dark energy in the sky gradually weakened, and the dark weapon that kept exuding death energy also gradually faded, and finally disappeared between the heaven and the earth. Qi, with the disappearance of the ghost weapon, gradually turned into nothingness, and many people were relieved.

"it is finally over!"

"More than three hundred pieces of the underworld have returned to the underworld!"

"Who will win this battle?"

Everyone looked at Ning Qi's back in unison, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes. With the cultivation base of the late stage of the eternal life, the monks of the late stage of the magic state, the majestic master of the cave, were in a hurry for a stick of incense. It is a ghost weapon, but this record is enough to be admirable.

"Senior, there were more than ten moves just now, right?"

Ning Qi laughed.

Longcheng landed in front of Ning Qi, looked at him carefully for a long time, then sighed, and said with a wry smile: "It's true that there are more than ten moves, I lost."

Cave master defeated?

The cultivator of Tiandingdongtian showed disbelief on his face, his eyes were full of unwillingness, Yu Suiping and Long Rong stood up almost at the same time, and said: "Father (Master), the competition is not over yet, you are not defeated!"

"Since the ten-stroke agreement has been made, then I have lost. You don't need to say too much, can't you afford a failure for a dignified monk?"