Chapter: 3837

"Brother!"

Following Xiao Wuye and the others into the ruined temple, there were also two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect. Seeing that Zhao Lang was kicked out of the ruined temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Puff!

The feet were flowing like clouds and flowing water again, and the two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect followed immediately.

Following Zhao Lang's pace, he flew towards the soul of the ancient strong man.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror, and turned his head to look at Ning Qi unwillingly and resentfully. Then, he was torn into pieces by the soul of the ancient strong man without any resistance. His two juniors The end is the same as Zhao Lang!

After killing these three people, the soul of the ancient strongman landed in front of the ruined temple, looking at everyone indifferently with his cold eyes, at this moment a golden light emerged from the ruined temple, it looked up to the sky and screamed, and shot towards the monk who had just escaped from the ruined temple. chase after.

drop……

Some monks dripped cold sweat on the ground. After the soul of the ancient strong man left, they breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with disbelieving eyes.

Zhao Lang is the Creator of the Three Tribulations, and he is also a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect. His combat power in the same rank is definitely stronger than that of ordinary sects and scattered monks!

However, such an existence was kicked out by the other party and died in the hands of the ancient strong man's soul, which really made them have a great change in Ning Qi's strength. Looking at Ning Qi's eyes also brought There was a hint of fear and fear, and he clearly only exuded the aura of the Creator of the Second Tribulation, but his performance was so much stronger than that of the Creator of the Third Tribulation. This was probably an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The first cultivator who was lying in the corner and scolded Bu Shaofeng had a look of fear in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi was so powerful, he would have obediently given up his seat just now.

"Zhao Lang... is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and the others looked at Ning Qi strangely. Like them, Zhao Lang, as a disciple of Tianjiao from the Seven Great Sects, could not rank among the top in terms of combat power among the seven. Not too bad! Fu Ji competed with Zhao Lang, and they were evenly matched!

As for the strongest Xiao Wuye, it would take at least a hundred moves to take down Zhao Lang, and the energy consumed must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are strong men of the same level with the Domain of Good Fortune, even if there is a gap in strength, after each of them uses the Domain of Fortune, this slight gap will be shortened to an extremely short!

"Amitabha, do you know who the person who was killed by you just now is?"

Sakyamuni looked at Ning Qi and smiled slightly.

"The monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Um?"

Everyone's eyes became even weirder. Now that they knew that Zhao Lang was a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect, and the other party killed Zhao Lang, or sent Zhao Lang to hell with his own hands, they were so calm at this moment?

The fear of Ning Qi in the hearts of the people has deepened. Zhao Lang is dead, and they are taking refuge in the forbidden area. Now there are exactly fifty people in the ruined temple, and there is no benefit in arguing with Ning Qi, so Xiao Wuye took the lead in turning around and found a place to sit cross-legged. Seeing this, the monks at that place all moved aside with ugly faces.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is..."

The three of Tu Kong suddenly realized that they finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Old Ghost Du, not because of Ning Qi's fast speed, but... Although the old ghost is the Creator of the Three Tribulations, he is naturally weaker than the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect. The opponent can even kick the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect away. What do Old Ghost Du and the others count?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain was still falling outside, and there was a roar from time to time.

For ten days, the blood rain outside has been getting bigger and bigger in the past ten days, and there is no intention of stopping. Ning Qi will occasionally stand at the gate of the ruined temple, observing the souls of the ancient strongmen passing by from a distance. The breath of these guys There are strong and weak, but as Bu Shaofeng said, he has never seen the soul of the ancient strong man who can kill the creator of the Nine Tribulations.

Perhaps, such ancient strong souls are not so easy to appear, or perhaps, they will only appear when they detect a powerful enemy.