Chapter: 8350

From the beginning to the end, the blue-faced fangs could not help but tremble, and kept praying in his heart: "Leave quickly! Leave quickly! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!"

Perhaps his prayer had an effect, and Ning Qi's gaze fell on him immediately.

At this moment, the blue-faced fangs almost suffocated.

"You seem to be loyal to the Qilin family?"

Ning Qi laughed.

"Senior, no! You misunderstood!"

The blue-faced fangs knelt in the void on the spot, "This junior has never pledged allegiance to the Qilin clan, so I ask you to learn from me!"

The expression of Qilin present suddenly became strange.

"Brother Blade, look, this is a dog's leg. When the master is strong, he will choose and eat people. When the master is weak, he is not even a fart."

Ning Qi laughed.

"indeed so."

Blade Wuxue smiled openly.

The blue-faced Fang Fang didn't dare to show the slightest anger, and even had a smile on his face.

"Let's go, we have to go to the next one."

Ning Qi smiled, and roared away with Ren Wuxue and twenty unicorns.

After Ning Qi and the others left, the mood of the remaining unicorns instantly became extremely depressed. They felt that their position as the first race of the unicorns in the Shenluo world would be lost.

The Qilin King stood in the void with no expression on his face. After more than ten breaths, he looked at the group of Qilins behind him lightly: "Why do you have to cry?"

"My king..." "He thinks his cultivation can crush me, but he is actually a frog in a well. For the sake of my big plan, he is just holding back for the time being, so let's leave."

The Qilin King left a word, and his figure disappeared into the void.

at the same time.

Somewhere in the heavens and worlds, on the head of a round table, sat a young man with a livid face. On this round table, there were more than a dozen figures. The breath of each of these figures, None of them are weaker than the giant ghost gods in the Good Fortune God Realm, and there are also gods of the Three Tribulations among them! "I'm angry! I'm angry! If it wasn't for my avatar's lack of cultivation, I would have killed this child on the spot!"

The young man said angrily.

"King Qilin, don't be angry. There are only twenty Qilins. If you give it to him, you can give it to him. In this world, your clan has tens of thousands."

A middle-aged man in a white robe smiled lightly.

There are two dragon horns growing on his head, and he exudes the aura of the gods of the Three Tribulations.

"Member Bailong, you don't feel back pain while standing and talking?

Hehe, I remember this son was killed by you back then, right?

He may have gone to your Azure Dragon Clan right now. "

The young man sneered.

When the middle-aged man in white robe heard the words, his expression changed immediately.