A trace of panic flashed in Chen Zhong's eyes, but within a dozen breaths, Ning Qi was about to walk in front of him, and he immediately tried his best, using all the power of creation in his body, to urge the Magic Gourd of Joy in his hand.

"It's a pity, if he can display the true power of the Magic Gourd of Joy, this kid will definitely die."

Ziyue Yanjun looked at this scene coldly, but he became a little interested in the dragon-slaying sword in Ning Qi's hand.