Chapter: 3847

A roar came, and the monks on the road gave way one after another. The whole street was centered on Ning Qi and the three of them, and there was no one within a hundred feet!

"I can't escape, do you need to worry about it?"

Ning Qi glanced mockingly at the head at his feet, stepped on it lightly, and then cast his gaze on a black-robed monk who had just landed not far in front of him.

The black-robed cultivator exuded a faint aura of the creator of a calamity. After landing, his eyes locked on Ning Qi.

"Hey, Brother Chen Jiu, is that you? Do you still remember the old man? Haha, this is a misunderstanding. For the sake of the old man, why don't you forget it?"

Seeing the person coming, the old man immediately laughed out loud and greeted him.

"Pu Yan? Is this cultivator also a child of your Pu family?"

After seeing the old man, the black-robed monk frowned slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The one who died was just a shopkeeper in the alchemy realm. Well, those diners were accidentally affected, but their cultivation base is also very low. In the eyes of you and me, they exist like ants. There are some pills in it. Brother Chen Jiu please accept it with a smile."

The old man smiled slightly, and instead of answering the black-robed monk's words, he handed him a leather bag.

Chen Jiu put away the leather bag calmly, and then gave Ning Qi a cold look, "I'll take this matter today as a misunderstanding, but you can't stay in the city of the dead, get out."

"Little brother, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."

The old man's voice rang in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi smiled at him, then waved lightly.

Nine flames clapped palms!

The fierce palm fell directly on Chen Jiu. Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Jiu, who was still arrogant, turned into a pool of ashes in a blink of an eye.

"Old man, today I want to wash the city of the dead with blood. If you have nothing to do with the city of the dead, please watch the show later..."

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly.

"this……"

Everyone looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded, and the old man of the Pu family was even more shocked, because when Ning Qi made a move just now, even he couldn't react, otherwise, he would definitely block it.

The city of the dead, the strongest is the city lord who is called "Blood Hand Rentu" in the practice world. No one knows his origin, but only knows that he entered the city of the dead and became the lord of the city of the dead. The previous generation of city lord, a great monk who was at the peak of the Six Tribulations and was about to enter the Seventh Tribulations, devoured him alive in front of all the masters in the City of the Dead!

For tens of thousands of years since then, the city of the dead has grown a lot under his rule. The key is that the Bloody Hand Rentu is not only brutal on the surface, but also very good at being a man. Whenever monks from the seven sects pass by here, he will Send a batch of cultivation resources and let them pass without receiving any benefits!

With strength, wrist, and connections!

Now that Ning Qi has killed Xueshou Rentu's subordinates, if he adds two more legs at this moment, he will never even think about escaping from this world!

"Little brother, you are really impulsive!"

Pu Yan sighed, and then backed away. The matter has developed to this point, he is just an elder of the Pu family, and he can't talk anymore. If this matter is involved again, even his Pu family will be implicated. Don't even think about using the road to go to the desperate situation of death.

"Bloodwash my city of the dead!"

"This guy is really arrogant!"

"Wait for the city lord's law enforcement team to come and see if he can still be as tough as before!"

Many local aborigines showed a hint of ferocity in their eyes. Some even stuck out their black tongues and licked their lips. They looked at Ning Qi as if they were looking at a dead body!