Chapter 1626: Murder

Chen Zhong used all the power of creation in his body to crazily activate the Magic Gourd of Joy, and the magic flames shot out from the gourd as if they were endless. It was as vague as before, and let out a roar that no one could understand.

A hint of shock flashed in Ziyue Yanjun's eyes, "Is this the magic language? Could it be possible that the Huanxi Demon Gourd really lived an ancient demon that had been extinct for tens of thousands of years?"

Greedy color flashed from his eyes.

"Old Ancestor, Huanxi Mozun actually handed over the Huanxi Demon Gourd to Chen Zhong. I'm afraid their purpose of coming out this time is not so simple. What happened here, are we..."

True Immortal Blood River said via voice transmission.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Ziyue Yanjun's eyes. After all, standing behind Chen Zhong was a well-known Creator of the Nine Tribulations in the Central Continent——Huanxi Mozun! Although this kind of existence is not in the eyes of Cangji Yuanzun, it is not an easy person. If you take advantage of the fire today and take away the Huanxi Demon Gourd, unless you are sure that no news will be leaked... Otherwise, Zi Yueyan will face a The wrath of the Nine Tribulations Creator...

"Don't act rashly, look at the situation first."

Ziyue Yanjun said faintly through sound transmission.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

True Immortal Blood River nodded.

"Die!"

There was a hint of madness in Chen Zhong's eyes. He believed that even a Creator of the Seven Tribulations would be turned into ashes under this blow!

A sense of danger rose in Ning Qi's heart. This time, he did not choose to confront the troll transformed by the magic flame head-on. Instead, he cast a flash of 90,000 miles, and his figure appeared directly behind Chen Zhong. His speed It's too fast. For monks like Chen Zhong, his speed is a bug-level existence.

"How can it be……"

The goosebumps on Chen Zhong's neck stood up one after another, and the two Tianjiao of the Huanxi Demon Sect beside him didn't seem to notice that Ning Qi was standing behind them, looking around for Ning Qi who disappeared in place.

"This gourd is not bad. If you destroy one of my spiritual artifacts, just give it back to me."

Ning Qi reached out and grabbed Chen Zhong's neck, smiling.

"Evil?"

Hearing Ning Qi's voice, Tianjiao of the Huanxi Demon Sect turned around in horror and looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. The Huanxi Demon Gourd in Chen Zhong's hand gradually lost its luster and turned back to an ordinary blood-colored gourd. Chen Zhong held it tightly in his hands. Hearing Ning Qi's words, Chen Zhong's eyes flashed with horror, and he subconsciously said: "Impossible! You actually planned to use the magic gourd of joy, you are not afraid that the demon king will come to the door in person ?"

Huanxi Mozun dared to hand over the Huanxi Demon Gourd to him, in fact, it was because except for a few existences in the Central Continent, it was impossible for monks who dared to use the Huanxi Demon Gourd to exist at all, so Chen Zhong just hesitated for a while. He took out the Demonic Gourd of Joy in front of Lord Ziyueyan, in his opinion, even if Lord Ziyueyan had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to actually snatch it, otherwise, he would face the wrath of Demon Lord Huanxi !

But right now, this unknown junior actually has the idea of ​​the magic gourd of joy? If the Magic Gourd of Huanxi was snatched from him today, even if he returned to the sect, he would be punished extremely horribly!

"Don't give it? Then I will take it myself."

Ning Qi smiled slightly, and the celestial spirit rushed out of his palm like a flood, rushing into Chen Zhong's body, Chen Zhong only had time to let out a miserable howl, and his body swelled crazily, and finally exploded with a bang. After picking up a blood clot, Ning Qi grabbed the Magic Gourd of Joy from the blood mist that filled the sky, and threw it directly into the space package without looking carefully. At the same time, he moved and disappeared in place. There was a loud noise, and a huge pothole appeared. Ziyue Yanjun held a sword exuding a faint power of creation in his hand, maintaining an attacking posture.

"Mr. Ziyueyan, what kind of a hero is he who makes a sneak attack without saying a word?"

Ning Qi said with a half-smile.

Ziyue Yanjun looked at Ning Qi coldly: "Hand over the magic gourd of joy, this time you offended Cangji Yuanzun, I will go back and speak for you, and let Cangji Yuanzun let you live."

"This kind of words is almost enough to deceive a three-year-old child."

Ning Qi smiled.

The two surviving Tianjiao of the Huanxi Demon Sect stood in place after discovering that Chen Zhong was dead, but they were implicated by Ziyue Yanjun's sword just now and were seriously injured. They looked at each other in horror, and they had already realized today's situation. I'm afraid it has reached an irreversible point, even Ziyue Yanjun has developed a greedy heart towards the Demon Gourd of Huanxi!

"work!"

Ziyue Yanjun gave a cold snort.

work?

A hint of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes, the lord of Tongshan Sect who was closest to True Immortal Xuehe suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and turned his head to look in disbelief.

"Let's go."

True Immortal Xuehe smiled at him. Before he could continue to attack, the master of Tongshan Sect exclaimed, and his figure immediately disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already far away. Immortal Xuehe smiled With a smile, his figure flickered, and he chased after the master of Tongshan sect.

After receiving Ziyue Yanjun's order, another dozen or so red-robed monks immediately rushed towards the monks watching the battle. They did not expect that this group of high-ranking creators would attack them, and the circle of monks at the front almost didn't even have time to react. , was beheaded, until this time, they reacted, screaming and fleeing in terror.

"Junior Sister, run away! They want to kill people!"

The two male cultivators of the Setting Sun Sect couldn't think of Ziyue Yanjun's intentions at this moment, so they quickly pulled Lei Wenjuan and shot away.

"Old Ancestor!"

Ziyue Donghua was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped out, and the group of monks closest to him were beaten to pieces before they could even scream.

"Hand over the Magic Gourd of Joy in exchange for your life. This is your last chance."

Ziyue Yanjun walked slowly towards Ning Qi.

"I really want to see how strong the Creator of the Seven Tribulations is. If you want the Magic Gourd of Joy, take it yourself."

Ning Qi smiled slightly, and greeted him with the Dragon Slaying Sword.

"Sword Slashing Galaxy!"

Ziyue Yanjun smiled, and when the distance between the two was less than a hundred feet, he suddenly slashed at Ning Qi with a sword, the surrounding void suddenly shattered, and the majestic power of creation swept towards Ning Qi like a wave.

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, and he held the dragon-slaying sword with both hands and directly greeted Ziyueyanjun's sword. After touching the dragon-slaying sword, they scattered to both sides, completely unable to cause harm to Ning Qi.

"You also eat me!"

Ning Qi laughed loudly, jumped up, his body rose against the wind, and with the strength of his hands, he swung the dragon-slaying sword, which was also tens of feet long, and slashed down at Ziyue Yanjun, an ant. .