Chapter: 5879

"It's so luxurious. The ghost king here must have been a rich and powerful man before his death. Maybe he was the emperor of a certain country." Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei sat alone at a table. In this compound, there are tables like this There are a total of five thousand tables, and half of them are already seated. Everyone's eyes are looking at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei. The two also found that there are more than a dozen living people besides the two of them.

His clothes should be like those of the sect

One of the middle-aged man's aura was comparable to that of the Fengdu Ghost King. He presumably was the Patriarch Ning Mie. After he sized up Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei, a look of disdain flashed deep in his eyes, and he stopped paying attention to them. However, the spirit-level masters who were at the same table with him were quite curious about Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei.

Being stared at by all the ghosts, Yan Zhibei was a little restless, because some of these ghosts were a century-old ghost, and even a thousand-year-old ghost

But Ning Qi is looking at the decorations around, it is magnificent, and it is no worse than the emperor's house in the world

"You're scared"

Ning Qi suddenly looked at Yan Zhibei and smiled.

"Senior, look over there, there are twenty or thirty ghost kings sitting there, they have been looking at you and me just now, do you think I am not afraid?"

Yan Zhibei smiled wryly.

In addition, he was even more slanderous in his heart. If Ning Qi started to kill, he didn't know how to protect himself from being affected.

As long as he is not stupid, anyone in his situation will be afraid

"It's useless to be afraid, damn it or die."

Ning Qi smiled.

Yan Zhibei was startled, and immediately shut up.

"Those dozen or so living people should all belong to the same sect. There is a master of Nirvana, and the rest are at the spiritual level, but their aura is much stronger than yours. You can't beat any of them. .”

Ning Qi pouted in a certain direction.

"Senior, the sect is strong here. No matter how strong a casual cultivator is, it can't compare to a sect with a complete inheritance." Yan Zhibei rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the surface he explained very patiently, but only halfway through , he was stunned first, because Ning Qi didn't look like he came from the sect at all, and he didn't understand a lot of common sense. The chances of being a casual cultivator were extremely high, but in this way, it was a bit too much

, a casual cultivator can kill a ghost king level existence with a single sword

"You once said that some sects would make deals with the evil spirits in the underworld, exchanging living people for the pure and powerful souls in their hands, right?"

Ning Qi laughed.

"yes."

Yan Zhibei nodded.

"The relationship between these guys and the ghost king here should be exactly what you said."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"Most likely."

Yan Zhibei nodded.

After about an hour or so, almost all the guests have taken their seats, even the table of Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei is full. Of course, the others are all evil spirits, and their eyes are constantly on Yan Zhibei and Ning Qi Turning around, the greed in the eyes is undisguised.

"Hahaha, thank you all for coming to Ximen Jing's happy event today. This is the ninety-eighth time Ximen Jing has held a wedding event. For this day, I specially prepared a sumptuous banquet for everyone. Please open your belly and eat."

Accompanied by pleasant laughter, a strong man with a height of two feet and a Zhang Feihu came through the air, and in his arms, he tightly held a man in red with a red head covering. woman.

"Ninety-eight happy occasions, this guy is really capable."