Chapter 1576: Hang Up

"It seems that your royal family is really going to rebel?"

When the three red-faced monks saw the figure at the gate, they stopped them straight away, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Which branch are you, you should retreat quickly!"

A flash of anger flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he appeared directly next to that figure, but when he saw the appearance of that figure clearly, he immediately swallowed the next words, and looked at that figure with some doubts.

"You, you are..."

Wang Yan's lips moved slightly.

After confirming what Dongfang Lingxuan said, Ning Qi did not hide his whereabouts and removed the disguise of his appearance. Although more than four thousand years have passed here, Ning Qi's appearance has not changed much.

Ning Qi glanced at Wang Yan indifferently. In more than three thousand years, he grew from nothing, and his current cultivation base is deeper than that of Xuanzhen Great Sage. It seems that he was beaten back to a child with divine grace. On the contrary, Wang Yan got a blessing in disguise, otherwise, with his original aptitude, let alone four thousand years, even if it was eight thousand years, he would at most be equal to the Xuanzhen Great Sage.

Ning Qi ignored Wang Yan, his eyes fell on the three red-faced monks, and he said lightly: "Are you monks from the Misty Sect?"

"You are Ning Beixuan?"

The red-faced monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally recognized Ning Qi's appearance, wasn't it Ning Beixuan?

"Is Ning Beixuan back?"

The elders of the main peaks of the Wang family showed shock, but after the shock, there was a trace of worry. If Ning Qi did not show up, it would be fine. When the Wang family brought disasters and the disappearance of the Great Sage Xuanzhen, they suspected that it was related to Ning Qi.

"Huh? He is Ning Beixuan? It really didn't take much effort!"

The faces of the two creators of the first calamity next to the red-faced monk suddenly showed ecstasy, but the red-faced monk who was the creator of the second calamity was not as excited as they were, but a little dignified. Fighting the autumn wind is not once or twice. The red-faced monk is the strongest existence in the Piaomiao Sect other than the suzerain, but from the beginning, he did not intend to find Ning Beixuan here. Prepare warm water to boil the frogs and squeeze out all the heritage of the Wang family.

After all, when Ning Beixuan killed Lie Kong who had just broken through to the Creator of the First Tribulation in Feixianfang City, and then left quietly, even the Immortal King of Ganges could not catch him. can't do it.

The red-faced monk was just about to speak, when the two creators beside him reached out and grabbed Ning Qi. Seeing this, the red-faced monk took a step back silently, ready to see Ning Qi's details.

"not good!"

The members of the Wang family thought in their hearts that something was wrong, if the creator made a move here, the Wang family might be destroyed!

A look of disdain flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and the fairy spirit in his body surged out. Before the other party had time to react, Ning Qi took a photo of his face and fainted.

Boom!

The two creators of a catastrophe fell at Ning Qi's feet. Seeing this scene, Wang Yan and others were both relieved and frightened. The relief was that every time they came to the Wang family in the past two years, they were very arrogant and threatened to destroy the entire Wang family. They are frightened because they know that these three are monks from the Piaomiao Sect of the Lumen Immortal Dynasty, and the red-faced monk is even the great elder of the Piaomiao Sect. The Wang family will be wiped out in an instant!

When the red-faced monk saw this scene, a trace of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes, because Ning Qi hadn't seen Ning Qi's details from the time he shot to when he stopped, nor did he notice any breath of the power of creation.

"Ning Beixuan, you still don't know that you are in trouble?"

The red-faced monk said coldly.

"My catastrophe is imminent. I don't know. I only know that the three of you can't leave this place today."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"What? You plan to keep the three of us here? Do you know who the three of us are?"

The red-faced monk was slightly startled.

"What identity? It's just a mere Piaomiao sect. I'm going to fetch the head of that old man, the Immortal King of Ganges. Who are you Piaomiao sects?"

Ning Qi sneered.

"Impossible! You are talking big words. What kind of person is the Immortal King of Ganges? You can't even compare him to a single hair. Although you are the leader of the Alchemy Alliance, you are wearing a sinful body. The Alchemist Alliance will not For you to go head-to-head with the Ganges Immortal King, the news of your appearance today will definitely reach the Ganges Immortal King's ears, and you will definitely die!"

The red-faced monk looked at Ning Qi in surprise.

"These things don't need to be taken care of by you."

Ning Qi sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery had changed. The red-faced monk unconsciously activated the Creation Domain, enveloping Ning Qi.

"Hahaha! Ning Beixuan, no matter how strong you are in combat? If you enter my field of good fortune, unless you are the creator of the Three Tribulations, otherwise, I will consume all energy to kill you!"

The voice of the red-faced monk resounded in the air.

In the field of good fortune, he is a god.

Ning Qi swept his spiritual thoughts around, and suddenly punched out, the surrounding scene suddenly collapsed, and the two reappeared at the door of the reception hall. The only difference was that the red-faced monk fell to the ground, exhaled more air, and inhaled less.

Wang Yan and the others stared at this scene in astonishment. The scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Ning Qi stretched out his hand to grab it. Wang Zhong, who was lying in the corner of the reception hall, was carried by the fairy spirit and flew over. He was seriously injured. The bones and meridians all over his body were shattered, Ning Qi thought, and the power of creation poured into Wang Yan's body instantly.

Under the rules of the Dao of Heaven, the power of creation can not only create things, but also have a great healing effect on injuries. Ning Qi's power of creation, which is dozens of times thicker than ordinary creations in a catastrophe, instantly made Wang Yan's injury better 70% to 80%.

"Thank you Patriarch Beixuan!"

Wang Zhong turned over and fell to his knees on the ground with a look of ecstasy.

"Find the three pillars, hang them up, and spread the news of my return. I heard that you have lost control of the Xuanzhen Wonderland now? Let the other masters of the six wonderlands come to see me."

Ning Qi said indifferently, after saying that, he turned and left, ignoring Wang Yan and others.

Silence for a while.

"I'm afraid the Piaomiao sect is not easy to offend, I think it's better to let these three people go..."

Wang Yan said.

Only then did Wang Zhong look at Wang Yan, "Patriarch, have you heard what Patriarch Beixuan said before? Patriarch Beixuan said to hang them up. If you want to let them go, why don't you ask Patriarch Beixuan?" Say it again!"

After saying that, Wang Zhong looked at the three people on the ground with a sneer, and directly mentioned that after a while, he set up three pillars with a length of tens of feet on the open space in front of the Wang Family Ancestral Hall, and the three of them were hung on it like this , like a banner, the monks in Wang Family Ancestor City can see it just by looking up.