Chapter: 3737

As the arrogance of the Huanxi Demon Sect, the monks in the Central Continent are not respectful when they see him. He is so rampant, he deserves to die.

"Wait... Your name is Ning Beixuan?"

Chen Zhong's eyes suddenly changed, and the killing intent in his eyes soared, which was even more terrifying than before. Before Ning Qi could answer, he continued: "More than three thousand years ago, in the Mu Ye Pill Vessel, there was a man named Li Chengtian in the Demon Sect of Huanxi. Did your Tianjiao die in your hands?"

Um?

The great talents of the Huanxi Demon Sect looked at each other. After Chen Zhong reminded them, they did remember that thousands of years ago, there was a talented person who was similar to them in aptitude, but only slightly weaker. And this person has a very close relationship with Elder Chen Zhong, he is the son of Elder Chen Zhong's own sister!

"It's been so many years, I may not remember clearly."

Ning Qi showed a hint of mockery in his eyes, "But in my memory, it seems that I did kill a guy named Li Chengtian. That guy was lustful and weak. I don't know how your Huanxi Demon Sect cultivated such a genius , not even a little bit of the tolerance of the Creator."

Zhu Suan, who was stepped on by Ning Qi, felt like a sword piercing his heart when he heard this sentence. He is also the majestic Creator, but now he is trampled under his feet and dare not move, and is surrounded by so many low-level monks. Thinking of this, a deep hatred flashed in Zhu Suan's eyes, as long as he is let out of trouble today, if there is a chance in the future, he will pay back today's humiliation thousands of times to the other party!

"Don't move."

Ning Qi lowered his head and glanced at Zhu Suan.

"Yes Yes……"

Zhu Suan was startled suddenly, with a flattering look on his face, just thinking about how to take revenge on Ning Qi, he was so excited that he couldn't help twisting his body.

"Hehe, the lustful and weak guy you mentioned is my nephew."

Chen Zhong looked at Ning Qi with a smile, and suddenly it began to snow heavily in the sky, and the nearby Blood River waters froze at some point.

"It's so cold..."

The monks below the Faxiang Realm looked at each other, and they could see that the breath they exhaled immediately turned into ice sand and fell to the ground. It was conceivable that the temperature around them had dropped to a terrifyingly low level!

It's time to fight!

The monks in Fangshi began to retreat one by one. Zhu Juan looked at this scene with a look of horror in his eyes. If the opponent directly fought regardless of his life, the aftermath would be enough to kill him!

"Old Ancestor, Zhu is the head of my Law Enforcement Hall in Xuehefang City, the Creator of the Tribulation, I wonder if we can keep him?"

Ziyue Donghua hurriedly sent a sound transmission to Ziyue Yanjun.

"The creator of the first calamity is dead. Don't worry about it. If you can kill this son today, I will send a creator of the second calamity to your subordinates to listen to you."

Ziyue Yanjun's voice faintly rang in his ears. Ziyue Donghua's eyes flashed a look of surprise when he heard the words, and then he quickly backed away, ignoring Zhuan's begging eyes and sound transmission. Everyone backed away until they felt safe. After reaching the range, he stopped and looked at the scene in the distance with some excitement.

"Fangzhu, save me!"

There was already a foot of snow on the ground, and half of Zhu Suan's body was covered by it. The snow was unusual and very cold. He felt that his blood was about to be frozen.

In just a short moment, the area within a radius of tens of thousands of miles has almost become a snowy area. Chen Zhong looked at Ning Qi condescendingly, "No matter how miserable my nephew is, I can't live up to it. It is always my nephew. You have lived thousands more Years, today... let's go with him..."

As soon as Chen Zhong's words fell, the white snow in the sky suddenly stopped, as if time stopped, and turned into sharp and cold blades. Then, these sharp blades aimed at Ning Qi and shot towards Ning Qi, one layer after another. The sharp blade on the first floor fell on Ning Qi, and everyone saw that Ning Qi's original seat turned into a hedgehog ball.

The offensive is not over yet, as if endless sharp blades are attacking Ning Qi, layer upon layer, the height of the hedgehog ball gradually rises, and it reaches tens of feet in a short time!

"You won't just die like this?"

The cultivators in the distance looked at each other, feeling a little surprised. Could it be possible that they were able to kill four Immortal King-level beings, but they couldn't even take a single move from this person?

Chen Zhong looked at the 'hedgehog ball' coldly. He was confident that even the Creator of the Six Tribulations would be seriously injured without prior preparation. The snow that turned into a sharp blade is not ordinary. It has been condensed in the field of good luck for many years, and various methods have been used, including some natural materials and earth treasures. Even a middle-grade defensive spiritual weapon may not be able to withstand this blow.