Chapter: 4062

Xiao Liu gasped, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he looked around vigilantly.

Seeing this, Ning Qi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, how could it be a real fairy-level existence? Then I'm afraid I've already turned into ashes, and there is still a chance to come back here?"

"Huh~ Boss, don't half-talk, it will scare people to death!"

Xiao Liu heaved a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes and said.

Even if he saw a fairy-level existence in his heyday, he would still be shivering.

"It's just a remnant soul of Xianjun, Lord Shen, did you hear this name when you were in the Immortal Continent?"

Ning Qi said.

"Shen Gong Xianjun..."

Xiao Liu racked his brains and thought for a long time, then shook his head, and said: "In the Immortal Continent, there are countless immortal monarch-level existences who have fallen... I have never heard of this person's name, and I am afraid it is an extremely long-standing existence."

Even Xiao Liu had never heard of the name Shen Gong Xianjun, which proves that the period of the other party's existence was much, much earlier than Xiao Liu, and there may be several eras in between.

Ning Qi's face was a little serious, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and swiped in the air, and the fairy air immediately formed the nine marks that he had seen in the galaxy before.

The strange thing is that Ning Qi clearly remembers what the imprint is like, but his fairy spirit is always scattered, and he can't condense the imprint at all.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Xiao Liu looked at Ning Qi strangely.

Ning Qi looked solemn, and now he finally understood why Shen Gong Xianjun was so frightened when he saw these nine marks.

Given that he is now comparable to Yuan Zun-level combat power, he can't even imitate the imprint. There seems to be some kind of power in the world that is interfering. This proves the origin of the existence of the nine imprints. I am afraid it is extremely terrifying!

With a thought, a table, brushes, ink, and rice paper appeared in front of Ning Qi, all of which were concretized by the power of creation.

Picking up the brush, Ning Qi closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then began to copy the imprint with the word "ginger" in his memory.

Xiao Liu stood aside and watched. He didn't know what Ning Qi wanted to do, but he felt an unusual aura.

On the rice paper, Ning Qi copied about one-tenth of the imprint, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the arm holding the brush trembled unconsciously. Seeing this, Xiao Liu showed a look of shock on his face , he glanced at the marks on the rice paper in disbelief, and then at Ning Qi, what exactly did Ning Qi want to draw? Why is it so difficult?

With a bang, a flame ignited, and the rice paper, brush, and table were all burned to ashes. Ning Qi looked at the ashes on the ground and fell silent for a while.

"It doesn't matter if you use fairy spirit or the most common ink, you can't imitate it. Those seemingly ordinary imprints, could they be similar to formations?"

"Boss, what are you planning to draw?"

Xiao Liu looked serious.

"One mark, or nine marks, unfortunately, I can't even draw one of them."

Ning Qi sighed.

"Imprint? What imprint?"

Xiao Liu was puzzled.

"Except for one mark, which seems to be the word 'ginger', I can't describe the other marks."

Ning Qi smiled bitterly.