Whoosh whoosh, the monks brought by Immortal King Yuxiao came through the air one after another, standing behind Immortal King Yuxiao, looking at Ning Qi with stern eyes.

"Where did you get the face, if you say you will execute me, you will execute me? Go back and be the flute boy under the seat of Cangji Yuanzun!"

A cold light flashed in Ning Qi's eyes.