Chapter: 9447

The seven holy masters of the Black Crow clan were directly crushed into powder by a powerful force, and majestic source quality poured into Ning Qi's body, and Ning Qi felt that his cultivation base had increased again.

Ning Qi's eyes lit up slightly. It was much easier than he imagined. It seemed that as long as he killed dozens of Holy Masters, he could almost be promoted to the Primordial God.

The headed Holy Lord of the Black Crow Clan looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded.

one move.

Just a trick.

His colleagues were directly killed?

Is the other party really the Holy Master?

"who are you!"

The only surviving Holy Lord of the Black Crow Clan had a fearful expression on his face, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes. If the other party made a move against him, he would not have the confidence to make a second move.

"You don't care who I am, take me to meet your city lord, listen to what you said, your city lord is going to celebrate his birthday, and there will be many holy lords from the False God camp there, right?"

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

It seems that it won't take long for him to be promoted to the Primordial Venerable God.

On the way, the Holy Master of the Black Crow Clan was very silent.

He quickly brought Ning Qi to the City Lord's Mansion of the huge city in front of him.

"The means of the city lord are unusual. We also have more than 20 holy lords here. If we join forces, you will not be an opponent. I advise you to leave on your own."

The Holy Master of the Black Crow Clan spoke slowly, with a hint of threat in his words.

Ning Qi smiled, glanced inside, and already felt several strong auras, all of which were the Holy Lord.

One of them is the strongest, but in Ning Qi's eyes, it is as weak as an ant.

"Call out your city lords."

Ning Qi smiled, "By the way, call the other holy masters."

The other party was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a strange expression, his lips moved a few times, and after a while, a group of holy masters rose in all directions.

A group of figures also walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, the first three were all Holy Masters, and the one who walked in the front had already reached the peak of the Holy Master, so he should be the City Lord here.

Seeing this, Ning Qi snapped his fingers lightly.

The power of divine grace swept out in an instant.

The Holy Master of the Black Crow clan who led the way gradually became stunned. He watched with his own eyes the bodies of the City Lord and the rest of the Holy Masters decay rapidly. Before they even had time to react, they turned into ashes.

The source quality in the body blasted out, pouring into Ning Qi's body like breath pythons.

Ning Qi's aura continued to rise, and it took a full cup of tea before the aura in his body calmed down.

At this moment, the Holy Master of the Black Crow Clan has fled a long way.

Ning Qi smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed it lightly, then grabbed it back from a distance.

"Who the hell are you! You can't be the Holy Master! The Holy Master doesn't have such means!"