Chapter: 5471

Qi Yao frowned.

"Who Says I'm Not Going"

The corner of the old man Xuanjian's mouth rose slightly, and he glanced at Ning Qi: "Boy Ning, in case I can't get out of this tomb, you will be the suzerain of the Xuanjian sect."

The old man Xuanjian's words were not hidden from everyone, so when the disciples of the Xuanjian sect heard these words, they took a deep breath in their hearts, and looked at the old man Xuanjian and Ning Qi in disbelief.

At the same time, the excitement in their hearts was a little less, and there was a little more panic. Even the ancestors felt that the tomb of the gods was very dangerous this time, so if they entered it with such a low level of cultivation, wouldn't they be close to death?

"Damn it, Master actually wants him to be the suzerain!"

There was a storm in Shi Yifan's heart, but he didn't show any abnormality on the surface. Ning Qi is not what he used to be, even a big Luo like Bai Gu can be killed with a single sword, and he wouldn't dare to provoke him even if he had a hundred guts. Ning Qi. Nalan Shijie, He Ze

The thoughts of Li Changtong and others are similar to those of Shi Yifan, but among these people, there are a few of them who are inexplicably looking forward to the arrangement of the old man Xuanjian. If Ning Qi sits as the suzerain of Xuanjian Sect, will Leading Xuanjianzong, walked out of the ancestral star, and became

More powerful sects, such as the Jiang family of the Central Empire or the Yuhua sect of the Xuanjian sect

"The old ancestor has no bounds, so don't say such unlucky words."

Ning Qi smiled, and then walked towards the mist, his pace was slow and unhurried, in stark contrast to the figures galloping away beside him.

Ying Zhenxuan, Li Xin and others followed behind Ning Qi and entered the mist at the same time.

"You go in first."

Qi Yao waved his hand.

Seeing this, Tianjiao of Yuhua Sect and Xuanjian Sect couldn't wait, and rushed into the mist one after another. Soon, there was no fairy outside Qingshi Town except Qi Yao and Old Man Xuanjian, but there were many mortals hiding in the distance. Looking here, his eyes are excited, greedy, frightened, and hesitant.

"Xuanjian, what are you doing?"

Qi Yao looked at the old man Xuanjian with some seriousness.

"Nothing counts."

The old man Xuanjian shook his head.

"Impossible. With your temperament, you didn't count anything. How could you say that sentence just now, as if you were explaining the funeral?"

Qi Yao frowned.

"If you count the sky, the earth, people, immortals, and monsters, you just can't count yourself."

The old man Xuanjian smiled and walked towards the mist.

Seeing this, Qi Yao immediately followed, but he still had some inexplicable feeling in his heart. He always felt that some kind of moth would appear when the tomb of God opened this time.

Immortals entered the mist, and many mortals hiding in the distance tentatively approached Qingshi Town. Suddenly, a young man rushed into the mist and disappeared from everyone's sight. The rest of the mortals saw it, No matter old or young, women or children, they all gritted their teeth and entered the mist.

They know that the immortals in Qingshi Town and Liyang City have waited for decades for this place. There are things that immortals want in it. For them, it is naturally more precious. How can they get so close to the opportunity of immortality? let go

Like the previous God's Tomb, Ning Qi was separated from Li Xin and Ying Zhenxuan after entering the mist. However, this time, the God's Tomb is like a palace buried deep in the ground, with dark and deep corridors surrounded by five people. The oil lamps of ten feet are lit up, and when you look up, the oil lamps are dotted like stars, dotted in the long distance.

On the corridor, there seems to be no end in sight.

Ning Qi walked under an oil lamp, stretched out his hand and approached it lightly, a spark flew out of the oil lamp, and landed on Ning Qi's palm, Ning Qi's physical cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Demon at the moment, could not completely prevent it. Live this spark, let it burn a scar on the palm of your hand.

"The Fire of the Great Dao, the owner of this tomb of the gods, is not simple, maybe the gourd of the gods will really be in it." Ning Qi smiled slightly, took a step back, and stayed away from the oil lamp, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes , the flame on the oil lamp is not an ordinary flame, but the fire of the Great Dao formed by the power of the Dao.