Chapter: 5882

Ning Qi smiled.

Ximen Jing wanted to speak again. At this time, at some point in Ning Qi's hand, there was an extra long sword, which gently pierced Ximen Jing's eyebrows.

The next moment, with a bang, Ximen Jing's body collapsed suddenly, and he didn't react until the moment his soul flew away.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points."

The incomparably pleasant voice of the system sounded again.

"what happened"

"This son killed Ximen Jing with a sword"

"Who the hell is he"

Seeing this scene, the ghost kings from all walks of life suddenly changed their expressions. Qiqi stood up and looked at Ning Qi with great fear. Apart from fear, there was also a hint of horror in their eyes.

Yun Buer and the disciples of the Ghost Sect he brought this time were also shocked. They looked at this scene in disbelief. Ximen Jingtang, a thousand-year-old ghost, the king of ghosts who has dominated this place for many years, died like this

How can this be

"I told you that you are dying, do you believe me now?"

Ning Qi smiled, his eyes suddenly locked on a ghost king.

Although the Ghost King of Beiman Mountain has no physical body, Ning Qi stared at him like this, and cold sweat seemed to break out on his back. Before he could start, the tip of the sword had already pierced deeply into the center of his brow

boom

The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain exploded on the spot and dissipated into the air.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points"

The system notification sounded again.

Seeing that Ning Qi killed two ghost kings one after another, the rest of the ghost kings dared not stand still, didn't even dare to say harsh words, and turned around to run away. Those century-old ghosts and more ordinary evil ghosts also reacted. flee around

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points"

"Congratulations to the host"

The "Ding Congratulations" system's prompts sounded one after another. Ning Qi didn't care about those ordinary evil spirits, even the century-old ghosts, but the existence of ghost kings was killed by Ning Qi one by one, and their souls were scattered. The fastest one just ran to the gate and died in the west gate.

In front of the old housekeeper under Jing.

The old man stared blankly at a ghost king dying in front of him, took a breath, and looked at Ning Qi in shock, forgetting to run away. Ning Qi's merit points continued to explode, and soon, his merit points broke the 50,000 mark. At this moment, both Ximen Jing and the ghost kings who came to his wedding this time have all died in Ning Qi. Under Qi's sword, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer and his group were left in the courtyard.

The disciples, the boys and girls, and the woman who was about to meet Ximen Jing's bridal chamber stayed where they were.

The rest of the ghosts have already run away

Yun Buer also wanted to run, but when Ning Qi strolled in Xiantian and beheaded the group of ghost kings, his thought disappeared immediately, and he didn't dare to make any changes. It was precisely because of this that he survived to the end

Yan Zhibei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ning Qi with a little more fear in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you and why did you kill us?" Yun Buer tried his best to look calmer, but his trembling voice still made people discover his mood at the moment.

"Why did you kill you, don't you have any clues in your mind?"