Chapter: 8365

The air was instantly quiet.

After a few breaths, Emperor Xingchen suddenly gave a thumbs up: "You

Awesome, I've lived for so long, and I've never seen a foreign race dare to control a unicorn. "

"It's not convenient to talk here, Pavilion Master, why don't we go inside and have a chat?"

Ning Qi smiled.

Ning Qi was curious about the injury on Emperor Xingchen's body. It didn't look like he was injured by an ordinary emperor. Instead, the aura on it was somewhat similar to the black hand that fell from the sky when he was at the bone burial site.

When the vampires in God's Domain of Creation were preparing for the advanced ceremony, the void suddenly tore open a crack, and the aura inside was also similar to that of Black Hand.

Ning Qi wanted to know who the Emperor Xingchen was injured in, and what kind of existence the other party was!

Not long.

Only Emperor Xingchen and Ning Qi were left in the hall. As for the unicorns, they were taken outside by Yan Wuxue for the disciples of the Immemorial Xingchen Pavilion to observe and appreciate.

Even those elders want to see what Qilin looks like up close!

Inside the hall, Emperor Xingchen smiled, "Is Mr. Duan Ge okay?"

"Mr. Duan Ge is very good. In fact, this time when I come back, I intend to transfer the Immemorial Xingchen Pavilion to the God of Creation."

Ning Qi laughed.

Transfer to God of Creation?

Even though he thought he was well-informed, even the Emperor Xingchen, who was not as knowledgeable as the ninth-rank powerhouses in the ancient land, was also stunned.

"Did you say something wrong just now? Or did I hear it wrong? Can you bring people to the Divine Realm of Creation? The entire Immemorial Star Pavilion?"

Emperor Xingchen said in a daze.

"You heard me right. I do have such means. Elder Duan Ge is currently in God's Domain of Creation. Besides him, there are also some disciples from Immemorial Xingchen Pavilion."

Ning Qi laughed.

After a pause, Ning Qi looked serious, "Master, I don't know where you have been all these years?"

Emperor Xingchen seemed to be absorbing what Ning Qi said just now. After a few breaths, he pointed to the sky above his head: "Heaven, the real sky."

"I have been there once, and there will be some life-threatening existences in the void."

Ning Qi said.

"Yes, those are real ghosts. If caught by these ghosts, even the emperor will have to be assimilated by them. These ghosts don't have any wisdom."

Emperor Xingchen said with lingering fear: "When I first went, I was almost left behind by them."

"The wounds on the Pavilion Master's body were left by them?"

Ning Qi asked again.

"That's not true, this injury was left by an existence that was more terrifying than them, those existences..."

Emperor Xingchen shook his head, and asked Ning Qi: "Have you ever known that besides the seventh-step monks, there are eighth-step monks in this world?"