Chapter: 3928

The three of Zhong Ming looked at Shakya Huijing in shock and anger. The three of them didn't believe what he said about the temporary storage. I'm afraid that in the end, the two spiritual weapons would be given away on the grounds that they were covered with too much blood. Go back to the real Nine Temples Ancient Temple and suppress it. At that time, it will be useless for the suzerain of their sect to ask for it!

When the monks around heard this, their expressions were slightly strange, but Shakya Huijing's expression was very calm.

Ning Qi looked at him for a while, and laughed out loud: "Monk, you are so naive, let me put my words here, no one who covets me today, don't even think about leaving this place, Monk, if you treat me I don’t have any other ideas, how about turning around and leaving?”

"What? Does that mean that even we cannot leave this place?"

The monks around looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded, with a flash of anger in their eyes, but they didn't want to think about what the purpose of their coming here was.

"The benefactor is stubborn..."

Shakya Huijing let out a long sigh.

"Listen, Qi Qi takes action to suppress this son. My three major demon sects will definitely reward you afterwards. If you don't take action, not only this son will not let you go, but my three major demon sects will not let you go!"

Lei Tao suddenly roared angrily, and the thunder was rolling, enough to spread hundreds of miles away!

"Shoot!"

Qiu Zhan also let out a roar.

"Shoot!"

All three monks of the three demon sects roared with enthusiasm.

"Roar!"

The dragons and alien beasts pulling the cart were also under the control of the master, roaring.

"You all rely on roaring for output? Let me hit the road!"

Ning Qi's expression turned cold, and he slashed out with a knife. Wherever the knife passed, the void was shattered inch by inch. Qiu Zhan and the Huanxi Demon Sect monk behind him stood in place, as if they were frightened by the knife, but then, All the monks saw an extremely terrifying scene.

Hundreds of monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect, including Qiu Zhan, had a faint line of blood on their bodies. Afterwards, people, cars and dragons were broken into two pieces, and the blood poured down like a torrential rain!

"With one knife, including Qiu Zhan, the Creator of the Seven Tribulations, hundreds of monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect?"

Everyone looked at this scene and felt a little creepy. They looked at Ning Qi with horror, especially Zhong Ming and Lei Tao, who were not far from Qiu Zhan. They were more frightened than others. Some, because they are the closest to Qiu Zhan!

At that time, when the saber force swept over, although the two were not targeted, the two also felt a terrible breath of facing death.

This aura is almost the same as Modong's feeling before he died. The two felt that if the other party slashed at them, their fate should be the same as that of Qiu Zhan. They didn't even have time to react. That's it. It was cut in two!

"Too, too strong! This son is too strong! Not only is the sword in his hand unstoppable, but this son's combat power has exceeded our imagination!"

Zhong Ming stared at Ning Qi in horror. He had fought against the Creator of the Eight Tribulations several times in the desperate situation of death for so long, but this time, he felt a suffocating fear in Ning Qi. This was a feeling that none of the Creators of the Eight Tribulations had ever given him!

"We must find a chance to escape from this place!"

The scattered monks around all had the same thought in their hearts. The five monks who originally planned to enter Yunqi Village to fight the autumn wind saw Qiu Zhan dead. They were happy that all the monks of the Demon Sect were dead. Their legs trembled with fear, and they were grateful Endless... If it wasn't for Qiu Zhan, it is very likely that they would have died at the hands of each other in the first place!

"Amitabha! Donor, your methods are too vicious."

Sakyamuni froze for a moment, his eyes fell on Ning Qi, and a look of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes. Ning Qi's saber just now was as fast as lightning, and even he didn't react, Qiu Zhan and others died one after another. Under the knife, with such a knife technique and such speed, he has a clearer understanding of Ning Qi's combat power!

"Old monk, where am I?"

Ning Qi smiled.