Chapter: 4109

"I don't know."

Xiong Zhe said in a low voice.

"In that case, I will go with you. It just so happens that I have just formed the body of myriad demons, and I also want to find a test stone."

Wu Chongxian sneered.

"I heard... the one on the stele is Ning Beixuan?"

"good……"

"It seems that the Huanxi Demon Sect has provoked a lunatic this time, and he dared to come here to block the door. Is it true that the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of those unpopular sects?"

Some unpopular sects are often attacked by the enemy after offending the enemy, and then block the door for several years, in order to vent their anger, and let other monks know about it by the way, come to watch the joke, so that no matter what happens in the end Even if you don't wipe out the other party completely, you can get your face back.

But this kind of thing only happens to low-level sects, slightly more powerful second-rate sects, there are immortal king-level existences in the sect, and they are rarely blocked by people, let alone top sects like Huanxi Demon Sect .

More and more monks gathered here, and hundreds of squares and cities became empty. Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes fell on Ning Qi, with shock and curiosity.

Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone tablet with his hands lightly resting on his knees. At this moment, several figures suddenly flew out from the direction of Huanxi Demon Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them, and they all looked at them. The leader was Wu Chongxian, and behind him were five elders who also had the same cultivation base as Seven Tribulations.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stele, his eyes fell on the line of blood-colored characters, he was silent for a while, and then looked at Ning Qi, "Since your Excellency has enmity with my Huanxi Demon Sect, do you dare to report your name?"

"Who are you? You are the master of the Joy Demon Sect?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and smiled lightly.

A cold light flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes, and he said lightly: "I'm next Wu Chongxian."

Little Demon Lord, Wu Chongxian?

When the monks around heard the name, their faces were shocked. They had stayed here for a long time, and they had heard of Wu Chongxian, the personal disciple of Demon Lord Huanxi, known as the Little Demon Lord.

It is rumored that this person's talent is extremely terrifying. He has practiced for only about ten thousand years, and he is already the Creator of the Seven Tribulations. In the future, he will have the opportunity to become the Creator of the Nine Tribulations and take over the Huanxi Demon Sect!

"Wu Chongxian? I haven't heard of it. You should go back and stay."

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogance!"

Seeing Ning Qi's attitude, coupled with the blood on the stone tablet, the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect couldn't help but turn pale, wishing to suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Your Excellency, I haven't given my name yet."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"You are Ning Beixuan? The magic gourd of joy is on you?"

Wu Chongxian's eyes changed slightly.

The faces of the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect behind him showed horror.