Chapter: 3849

These shops have one thing in common, that is, they use people as pigs and sheep, and cook them into various delicacies. The monk who sold the brain soup before said that the rules of the city of the dead are like this.

But so what? Just cut it off with a single knife!

When getting closer to the City Lord's Mansion, Ning Qi had already followed many monks with malicious intentions behind him, but Ning Qi did not attack them. These minions will be taken care of later. Today's Dead City is destined to be red.

"Which sect monk are you, dare to mess with my dead city?"

Several roars sounded, and one monk after another came through the air, looking down at Ning Qi coldly. These monks exude the aura of the Creator of the Five Tribulations. They have one thing in common, all of them are not human monks, there are monsters, There are alien races, there are dragon races, but there are no human monks!

"These are the five personal guards of the city lord! It seems that the city lord already knows about this!"

Someone was pleasantly surprised.

Ning Qi glanced at the five people lightly, but his eyes fell on the direction behind them. He saw a young monk who seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old, stepping forward step by step. This young man was extremely handsome, If you didn't look carefully, you would think he was a woman.

"Deputy city lord!"

After seeing the young monk, the group of local natives following Ning Qi's buttocks all half-kneeled on the ground, with a trace of fanaticism in their eyes.

"The deputy city lord of the dead city turned out to be a human monk."

The coldness in Ning Qi's eyes became stronger and stronger.

"I heard that the deputy city lord has passed through the thunder tribulation a hundred years ago and broke through to the creator of the six calamities. This is also a resounding existence at the level of an immortal king among the three hundred celestial dynasties. This arrogant boy will undoubtedly die today. Hehe, everyone Guess how he will die?"

"There are so many ways to die, frying, frying, cooking, deep-frying, stewing, simmering, boiling, stewing... any one of them can make this kid pee his pants, ha ha, remember when someone said that his master It's a real fairy guy, when he was cut into three pieces and put into the frying pan, did he look like he had tears running down his nose?"

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to it..."

The monks of the Pu family and those monks who do not belong to the city of the dead, but just pass by through the road, showed a trace of pity in their eyes. In their opinion, Ning Qi's previous behavior was too impulsive. The city of the dead has been entrenched here for many years. Acknowledging their existence, the monks from the Nine Temples Ancient Temple passed by and just said, "My Buddha is merciful. Is it possible that a mere monk can change the situation here?"

In the end, the only option is to risk your own life!

The deputy city lord of the dead man city glanced behind Ning Qi lightly. From the original place to here, the streets that Ning Qi walked were almost all in ruins. There were countless dead bodies on the ground, at least hundreds of people from the dead man city. The local monk died at the hands of Ning Qi, but the Creator only accounted for a small part of it.

"My lord, Sikong Liheng, what should I call you?"

Sikong Liheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at Ning Qi with a half-smile.

Seeing Sikong Liheng's arrival, the five alien guards under the Lord of the Dead City suppressed their killing intent, bowed to Sikong Liheng, and then stood behind him, looking through Sikong Liheng's shoulders, coldly Falling on Ning Qi, being stared at by the five creators of the Five Tribulations, and being a monk of a different race, even Pu Yan and the others felt chills in their hearts and did not dare to make eye contact with them.

"Xuanbei."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

"My surname is Xuan? Could it be the Xuan family of the Zidong Immortal Dynasty? No, as far as I know, there is no such existence as you in the Xuan family..."

Sikong Liheng touched his chin.

"That's all you monks in the city of the dead? There are too few monks, can this few monks restrain the group of desperadoes in the city of the dead?"

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes swept around, and his eyes swept over the faces of those fierce monks one by one. These guys were all guys who offended the outside world and couldn't be offended, so they fled to the city of the dead to live on their last breath. From the point of view of the crime value, this group of monks either committed heinous crimes in the outside world, or committed countless crimes in the city of the dead. Otherwise, how could there be five or six hundred crime points, seven or eight hundred crime points?

From the moment he arrived at the City of the Dead, Ning Qi knew that this place was destined for him.

"Boy, since you know that we are desperadoes, how dare you pretend to be a saint here? You came to the wrong place today, and we can all drown you if we all spit!"

"Hahaha!"