Chapter 1628 Why Is It You! ?

Xiao Liu said that after the Great War between the Immortals and Demons, the Demon Race has been extinct, and no trace of the Demon Race has ever been seen in the major fairylands of the Immortal Clan Continent. The breath has some similarities in nature, and after casting the forbidden technique, he has a very big change. The HP column on the attribute panel has changed from less than one yuan to three yuan!

Three yuan life value, 30 billion terrible blood volume, even Ning Qi is far inferior!

"Demon race?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Ziyue Yanjun's eyes, and then he sneered at Ning Qi, "I don't know what the demons you are talking about are, but I know that you are about to become a corpse, and you are the one who turned it into a corpse. Take out the Magic Gourd of Joy, or should I pick it out from your corpse?"

"Hehe, it seems that even if you have the blood of the demon clan, you are extremely thin, and you don't even have the memory inheritance. It's really pitiful. After hearing that the demonic energy was poured into your body, your physical body was extremely terrifying. The power you just had was inspired by the demonic energy. ? It’s really powerful.”

Ning Qi stood up from the ground and patted his chest. The demon energy inside had been expelled by the spirit energy, and the broken bones had been repaired.

"I don't know what you're talking about, go to hell with me."

Seeing that Ning Qi hadn't lost his combat power and was still able to stand up, Mr. Zi Yueyan suddenly showed a hint of madness in his eyes, and attacked Ning Qi again with a wild laugh.

Puff puff!

This is the sound of two physical bodies colliding. Whether it is Ning Qi or Ziyue Yanjun, the attainments in the physical body at this moment have surpassed most monks. A pure punch can create an explosion-like effect of the power of creation. , Ziyue Yanjun's intelligence seems to have declined after the transformation, and he can't dodge or dodge. For a long time, Ning Qi had rarely had such a chance to fight with others, but this time, he could have a good fight!

The two of you come and go, and the fists of both sides fall on each other crazily. Ziyue Yanjun's fist can take away Ning Qi's millions of life points every time, and Ning Qi's fist is as powerful as it can bring Take away his millions of life points, or even more, and soon, the health points of both sides dropped by more than half.

But Ziyue Yanjun himself has a blood volume of three yuan, and there are two and a half yuan left at this moment, and Ning Qi only has half a yuan left. If the fight continues like this, the final result will still be that Ning Qi loses.

puff!

Ning Qi turned slightly to one side, avoiding the vital points, Ziyue Yanjun's fist landed on his left shoulder, and fiercely bombarded the ground, boom!

A mushroom cloud rose, and a big hole appeared on the ground. Ning Qi was lying in the center of the big hole, his left shoulder had been beaten almost flat, but under the washing of the fairy spirit, his injury was recovering at an extremely fast speed So, if it wasn't for Ning Qi's amazing resilience, his life value would have been unable to support such a fight.

If you don’t count your cultivation base and just look at physical strength, Ziyue Yanjun is the most terrifying opponent that Ning Qi has ever faced head-on. There is no one. It has been a long time since no one has been able to compete with him in terms of physical strength. , but there is one thing Ziyue Yanjun is not as good as him.

What Ziyue Yanjun performed was the forbidden blood art. After performing it, he had such a terrifying physical body. Afterwards, his cultivation base would drop by a catastrophe, but Ning Qi didn't need it. His physical strength was the seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Suppression Art. God, what the Immortal Emperor's Dharma Aspect of the Eternal Age brought to him, this is his own power!

"You are not my match."

The corners of Ziyue Yanjun's mouth rose slightly, and in his crescent-like pupils, there was a mockery like a cat playing with a mouse. This is completely different from the feeling he gave Ning Qi before. Xiao Liu said that there was a demonic spirit from the fairy clan back then. The body was transformed into a demon, and as a result, he lost his sanity. The current state of Ziyue Yanjun is somewhat similar to this.

"Then are you going to kill me?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"I was going to kill you, but now... I won't let you die so quickly, force me to perform forbidden techniques, and still want to die quickly? How is that possible?"

Ziyue Yanjun let out an evil laugh, swung his right hand high, and punched Ning Qi like a bow stretched tight.

puff!

An arm fell to the ground.

Another blade light flashed, and the other arm also fell to the ground. The two arms covered with black lines on the ground seemed to be alive, wriggling strangely.

Ning Qi stared at Ziyue Yanjun who was stunned, as if he felt strange about the situation in front of him, and said with a smile: "Well, I admit that your physical strength is a little bit stronger than mine, but we didn't seem to have said it at the beginning. Can you use your fists? After fighting with you for so long, these two arms can be regarded as interest. Next, I will take away the principal."

Only then did Ziyue Yanjun, who was slow to react, let out a roar, and the severed hands grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye. As a result...

Puff!

There are two more arms on the ground.

The smile on Ning Qi's face was a little innocent, "I'm sorry, I cut off your two arms again."

"You! Damn! Die!"

Ziyue Yanjun roared at Ning Qi, the black lines on his face protruded from the skin like veins, looking extremely terrifying.

puff!

His head fell from his neck to the ground and rolled to Ning Qi's feet. Until then, the black lines on his body gradually faded, and the pupils of his eyes returned to normal. Ziyue Yanjun blinked, and then smiled wryly Looking at Ning Qi: "How can your physical body be so powerful? Just now, even the Creator of the Eight Tribulations was smashed to death by me. Why didn't you die?"

"I will not tell you."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Cangji Yuanzun will avenge me..."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Ziyueyanjun's eyes. Ning Qi waved his hand lightly, and Ziyueyanjun's head was instantly torn apart, and the surrounding scene was constantly collapsing. Naturally, the condensed field of good fortune could no longer support it. If Lord Ziyueyan could retain a trace of his soul, he might be able to keep a small piece of land, just like the Dragon Devouring Pill Emperor back then.

It's a pity that when his soul escaped from his body, it was crushed by Ning Qi. There is no Ziyue Yanjun in this world, and he died completely.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Creator of the Six Tribulations and gaining fifty good fortune points!"

The system prompt sounds.

"Isn't it the Creator of the Seven Tribulations?"

Ning Qi was slightly taken aback.

"This person performed a forbidden technique, and his cultivation base fell for a catastrophe."

"Good for you."

Ning Qi couldn't help cursing inwardly, and then, Ziyue Yanjun's realm of good fortune completely collapsed, and he appeared again in Xuehefang City.

"why you?"

True Immortal Blood River stared at Ning Qi dumbfounded, and the group of red-robed monks brought by Ziyue Yanjun also looked at Ning Qi with disbelief.

"Senior, save us!"

A group of monks knelt behind Ziyue Donghua. When they saw Ning Qi, their faces suddenly showed ecstasy. Lei Wenjuan was covered in wounds. Pinned on Ning Qi.

"Why can't it be me?"

Ning Qi looked at True Immortal Blood River with a faint smile.

His good luck points are already as high as 890, and he is only short of 110 to reach 1,000. With this group of guys together, it is estimated that he will be even worse.