Super Dragon Slaughtering System

The first thousand four hundred and fifty-four chapters are just a dream

"This is...what?"

Ning Qi frowned, looking at the small figure that was not far from him in front of him. He had two gold rims hanging on his body, and his foot was on the hot wheels, which was quite similar to the figure in Ning Qi’s memory. The pressure exerted by him was many times stronger than the two giants in front of Nantianmen. It almost made Ningqi's pace impossible.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Qi raised his foot a little hard and continued to move forward. After passing by, the pressure disappeared quietly.

Finally, he came to the front of the hall, with three large characters on the forehead: Ling Xiao Temple.

"The legendary Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Temple..."

Ning Qi smiled and walked into the hall.

Oh, la la la.

On both sides of the main hall, the figure was squatting down. Ning Qi’s eyes swept through their faces and saw many people similar to his memory, such as Tota Li Tianwang, Er Lang Shen, Ba Xian...

They are half squatting and silent.

"This illusion is also true."

Ning Qi sighed, his eyes fell on the central high platform, but found that the seat of the Jade Emperor was empty, Ning Qi slightly stunned, smiled, and walked to the seat and sat down unceremoniously.

In an instant, Ning Qi’s expression was stagnant. He felt a terrible breath. He was introduced into his body from the chair and madly condensed his ancient emperor’s law. In the blink of an eye, Ning Qi felt that the law had already appeared. Breaking through to the best of the heavens, and his spiritual realm, it will also enter the legal phase to complete!

"This speed..."

Ning Qi is not only not happy, but a little shocked, this rate of increase is too strange.

At the same time, outside the tower of the state of mind, everyone was shocked to see the light on the tower of the mood of the layer of light, until the tenth floor, which gradually stopped.

The tenth floor!

This proves that Ningqi has the qualification to break through to the five lords, and it is the kind of chance. Even if the six reincarnations of Xiao, there is no night, it will only reach the ninth floor!

"His qualifications are as horrible?"

Xiao no night muttered to himself.

"Little friends, how is this place?"

A faint voice rang in Ning Qi's ear.

Ning Qi fiercely turned his head and saw that an old man who had to be white was holding a dusty smile and looking at Ning Qi with a smile.

"Who are you..."

Ning Qi's look changed slightly, I don't know if the other person is an illusion, or the tower of the state of mind has come out to scare people.

"There are no ghosts, no names. The little friends have not answered the old problems. What do you think of this place? As long as you sit on this place, the practice will increase indefinitely, from decades to decades. More than a hundred years, you can break through to the nine robbers, even stronger..."

The old man smiled.

Ning Qi brows slightly wrinkled, he did feel that the chair is still a constant source of energy, introduced into his body, for him to concise the ancient emperor.

This scene, when compared with the original cohesive law, absorbs the essence left by the evil Shura is very similar, but this power, I do not know why, in Ning Qi's view is somewhat illusory.

"Leave here? The old man should not laugh, this is just an ancient tower. Let me stay here as a relic?"

Ning Qi smirked, his mind rushed, and quickly thought about the way to escape from this place. This place is too strange. He even thinks that everything is an illusion, including his own cultivation as a breakthrough, and the advancement of the law is an illusion!

"Since you don't want to stay here, the old age does not force you, just hope that the goodness that you have made today, the little friend can remember in the future, right, the outside world calls this place the tower of the heart, a total of thirty-three layers Right? Actually, here is the thirty-three layer of Lingxiaotian. But the old age has already displayed a blind eye for the little friends. No one knows that you have been there for thirty-three days."

The old man smiled.

In other words, Ning Qi asked what to ask, and the old man suddenly waved, and the surrounding scene changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First of all, the magnificent hall, the darkness is incomparably, the ghosts are sturdy, the Tota King and others on both sides are also missing and missing. There are even four heads in the Eight Immortals, only the body, the middle of the Erlang God. Only the eyes, as if they were born to dig.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi only felt that his back was cold, and a cold rushed from the bottom of his foot to the Tianling cover. He quickly looked at the old man, where is his trace?

Subconsciously, Ning Qi stood up and found himself finally able to get out of this dusty chair.

“This place is very different, leave first!”

In the heart, Ningqi quickly left the Lingxiao Temple. He turned his head and saw that the plaque in the temple was only one-third of the linger, only one lingering word, and the rest of it seemed to be smashed by life.

Ning Qi immediately decided to return to the original road. On the road, he saw him again. At this moment, his face was full of blood, and there was a big blood hole in his heart.

Ning Qi saw the previous seven palace-faired fairies. They all had no heads and continued to walk. There was only a bone left in the body. Only the dragon with some rotten flesh and blood on the head was lying down on the ground.

Outside the Nantianmen, two giants with a thousand feet tall, only the feet are still half a squat, from the part above the belly button, disappeared without a trace.

Ning Qi broke away, after a few dozens of interest, he turned and looked, only from the clouds, faintly see the traces of Nantianmen.

"The ghosts and ghosts, the dilapidated heaven, is this my memory memorized by the tower of the mind, or... these gods have experienced a big battle, and finally lost, the soul hides here..."

A trace of doubt arises from Ning Qi's heart. Without more clues, he can't confirm everything he sees. It is true or false.

If the old man is telling the truth, he has already reached the thirty-three days that he has never been to Yan Xianhuang.

......

When Ning Qi was thinking about it, in the dilapidated Lingxiao Temple, a figure walked out of the hall, standing proudly behind the old man, looking in the direction of Ning Qi.

"Laojun, you gave him the only remaining spirit of the place, and we... I am afraid I will be annihilated."

Erlang God whispered.

A sad atmosphere filled the crowd.

"We don't belong to this world, how come the ash is annihilated? You don't want to look at it, this tower, but when a real fairy soldier fell, the soul escaped into it, by his memory, constructed I am waiting, I am waiting... but it is a dream..."

The old man faintly said.

The voice just fell, a breeze blew, and the figure was like sand, floating in the heavens and the earth.