Super Dragon Slaughtering System

The first five hundred and seventy-six chapters hang

"It seems that you are a king, really want to rebel?"

The red-faced monks saw the figure at the gate and stopped them. They couldn’t help but sneer.

"Which branch are you, you are not going to retreat quickly!"

Wang Yan flashed a trace of anger in his eyes, directly appearing in the figure, but when he saw the appearance of the figure, the next words suddenly swallowed his stomach, and some looked at the figure with amazement.

"You, you are..."

Wang Yan's lips are moving.

After confirming what the Eastern Lingbi said, Ning Qi did not hide his whereabouts and removed the disguise of his appearance. Although the time has passed for nearly four thousand years, Ning Qi's appearance has not changed much.

Ning Qi faintly took a look at Wang Yan. For more than three thousand years, from scratch, today's cultivation is deeper than the original Xuanzhen Dasheng. It seems that he used the grace to beat him back to children. Wang Yan is blessed in disguise, otherwise he will be qualified for his original qualifications, not to mention four thousand years, even if it is eight thousand years, it is at most equal to Xuanzhen Dasheng.

Ning Qi did not pay attention to Wang Yan, his eyes fell on the three faces of the red-faced monk, a faint saying: "You are the monk of the ethereal sect?"

"You are Ningbei Xuan?"

The red-faced monk’s eyes picked up slightly and finally recognized Ning Qi’s appearance. Isn’t it Ning Beixuan?

"Is Ning Bei Xuan back?"

The elders of the Wang family’s major peaks were shocked, but after shocking, there was a bit of worry. If Ning Qi did not appear, it would be the case. The Wang family lost most of his money, but Ning Qi appeared in the Wang family today, and he might give The Wang family brought disaster, and the disappearance of Xuanzhen Dasheng, they suspected that it was related to Ningqi.

"Ha? He is Ning Beixuan? It really takes no effort!"

The faces of the two robbed creators around the red-faced monk suddenly showed ecstasy, and the red-faced monks who were the lords of the two robbers were not as excited as they were, but instead had a dignified, floating ancestor for thousands of years, to the royal family. Playing the autumn wind is not once or twice. The red-faced monk is the strongest existence in addition to the lord, but from the beginning, he did not intend to find Ning Beixuan in this place. It is only the spiritual resources of the Wang family. Prepare warm boiled frogs and drain all the contents of the king's house.

After all, when Ning Beixuan in the city of Feixianfang killed the violent space that had just broken through to the creator, he could quietly leave, even the King of the Ganges could not catch it, but it was the second creator, I’m afraid Can't do it.

The red-faced monk was just about to open his mouth. At this time, two of the creators of his side had reached out and grabbed it against Ningqi. The red-faced monk saw it and stepped back silently, ready to see the bottom of Ningqi.

"not good!"

The heart of the Wang family is not good in the dark. If the creator is here, the king will probably be beaten!

Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a trace of disdain, and the spirit of the spirits in the body rushed out. When the other party couldn’t respond, a photo was stunned by Ning Qi.

Hey!

Two robbing lords fell to the feet of Ningqi. Wang Yan and others saw this scene, and their hearts were both deflated and frightened. The qi was the first time in the past two years, they were very arrogant, and they threatened to destroy Wang Jiaquan. The family, the fear is that they know that these three are the monks of the Lumen Sin Dynasty, and the red-faced monks are even more elders of the ancestors, and they are higher than the original sages of the sacred sages. The king's family will be wiped out in an instant!

The red-faced monk saw this scene, and there was a horror in the depths of his eyes. Because Ning Qi went from the shot to the closing hand, he did not see the bottom of Ning Qi, and did not notice the breath of any creation.

"Ning Beixuan, you still don't know what you are doing?"

The red-faced monk is cold and cold.

"I am not in danger. I don't know. I only know that three of you can't leave this place today."

Ning Qi faint road.

"What? Are you planning to leave the three of me here? You know where I am waiting for the three?"

The red-faced monk was slightly surprised.

"What identity? It's just a fascinating sect. Even the head of the old man of the Ganges River King I have to pick it up. How old are you?"

Ning Qi sneered.

"Impossible! You are talking big, what is the character of the Ganges River King, you are even more than one of his hair, although you are the ruler of the alchemy division, but you are wearing a sin, the alchemy alliance will not In order for you to go to the Ganges with the Ganges, your message of today’s outcrop will inevitably reach the ears of the Ganges, you will die!"

The red-faced monk looked at Ning Qi with amazement.

"These things don't need you to manage it."

Ning Qi laughed.

His voice has just fallen, the surrounding scenery has changed, and the red-faced monk has unconsciously spurred the field of creation and shrouded Ningqi.

"Ha ha ha! Ning Beixuan, how strong is your strength? Into the field of my creation, unless you are the three lords, or else, I consume energy to die!"

The red-faced monk’s voice rang in the air.

In the field of creation, he is God.

Ning Qi Shen swept around, suddenly punched out, the scene around suddenly collapsed, and the two reappeared at the door of the meeting hall, the only difference is that the red-faced monk fell to the ground, more gas, less air intake.

Wang Yan and others looked at this scene with a stunned look. The scene was quiet and the needle was audible. Ning Qi reached out and grabbed it. Wang Zhong, who was lying in the corner of the meeting room, was dragged by the spirit of the fairy spirit. His injury was serious. The bones and meridians of the body were all broken, and Ningqi’s mind was moved, and the force of creation suddenly poured into Wang Yan’s body.

Under this rule of heaven, the power of creation can not only create things, but also have great healing effects on injuries. Ning Qi’s ability to create dozens of times more than the usual creations makes Wang Yan’s injury better. Seven or eighty percent.

"Thank you, Bei Xuan's ancestors!"

Wang Zhong turned over and fell to the ground, his face ecstatic.

"Go to the three pillars, hang them up, and spread the news of my return. I heard that you are now losing control of the mysterious fairyland? Let the other six Lords of Wonderland come to see me."

Ning Qi faintly said, he turned and left, for Wang Yan and others did not care.

Silence is half a ring.

"I am afraid that I am not offended, I can’t see the three..."

Wang Yan opened the road.

Wang Zhong only looked at Wang Yan. "Homeowner, before the North Xuan ancestors said, have you heard? Bei Xuan's ancestors said that they are hanging up, you want to let people go, let's ask Bei Xuan's ancestors. Say it again!"

After all, Wang Zhong looked at the three people on the ground and sneered, directly mentioning that, in a short time, he was on the open space in front of the Wang family's ancestors, and set up three pillars that were several hundred feet long. The three were hung on it. Like a flag, a monk in Wangjiazu City can see it as soon as he looks up.