Chapter 1672 Terrible Black Air

As soon as Ning Qi stepped into the Valley of the Dead, countless blood-red eyes locked on him in the distance, including the seven monks from the seven sects.

There were hundreds of eyes on him behind him. Ning Qi didn't intend to show his strength in front of this group of people, so he ran towards the Valley of the Dead as soon as he moved.

After running a certain distance, Ning Qi stopped.

"The spiritual thoughts of those guys shouldn't be able to reach here, right?"

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, and at the same time, he was already surrounded by an army of zombies, with about a hundred heads.

"Roar!"

Maybe it was just transformed into a zombie, and the resentment was overwhelming, and the seven monks from the seven sects roared and rushed towards Ning Qi first.

"Let's try it with you first."

With a light wave.

Eternal Sky Spirit Void Knife!

Puff puff……

These seven unlucky ghosts had just turned into zombies, and they were cut into pieces by Ning Qi before they even lived a day of zombie life, but the strange thing is that they didn't seem to be dead yet, Ning Qi found that in their brains, there was a A black bead, with a thought, the black pillar was crushed into pieces by Ning Qi.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and gaining 1 good fortune point!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host..."

"..."

The system prompts sounded continuously, and Ning Qi got... seven good fortune points.

"There are indeed good fortune points, but the good fortune points are too little, right?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, but the seven of them were the creators of the Three Tribulations before they were alive, and they could have brought Ning Qi 105 points of good fortune. After becoming a zombie, one person only gave Ning Qi one point of good fortune , a full fifteen times less!

"However, this Valley of the Dead has existed for an unknown number of years. Every year, monks die here. If they accumulate, the number of zombies must be very large. If they also have fortune points to give, the number is quite considerable."

Ning Qi's eyes fell on the rest of the zombies that were rushing towards him. The breath of this group of zombies was a little stronger than the seven people just now, but the strength was limited.

Eternal Sky Spirit Void Knife!

Ning Qi entered the flock like a tiger. These zombies, which looked extremely terrifying to outsiders, could not hurt Ning Qi at all. The stench of corpses on their bodies was tightly isolated from the body by Ning Qi's fairy spirit, and they could not touch them at all. Not to Ning Qi's skin, let alone poisoning Ning Qi.

After becoming zombies, they have lost their minds except for retaining 10 to 20 percent of their combat power. Ning Qi killed all the more than 100 zombies in front of him like chopping vegetables.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and gaining 1 good fortune point!"

"Ding!"

The system's notification tone kept ringing, and it lasted more than a hundred times before it stopped. Each zombie brought him 1 good fortune point, plus the seven that he killed before, Ning Qi got 115 points this time. Make good fortune!

Host: Ning Qi.

Rank: Three Tribulations Creator.

Creation point: 1345/10000.

Cultivation method: the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Kungfu of Suppressing Prison.

Life value: one yuan.

Dragon Slayer Crystal: 4150.

At the same time as gaining more than 100 fortune points, Dragon Slaying Crystal also increased a bit. Ning Qi planned to collect 10,000 points to exchange for a set of Sanwei Zhenyan Body for Saint Concubine Hantian, plus Azure Water. Let the Holy Concubine Hantian take care of her.

All the zombies around are dead, and there are scattered zombies in the distance who seem to have noticed the movement here and are rushing here.

"The system prompt said that this is a walking corpse, so there should be higher-level zombies on top of the walking corpse. The fortune points they can give must not be so stingy, right?"

Ning Qi smiled, instead of retreating, he went forward to meet the zombies, one palm at a time, as long as there were zombies, there was Ning Qi.

In this way, Ning Qi didn't know how long he had been killing. He found that the zombies on the periphery seemed to have disappeared, and at this time, his total number of creation points had reached as high as: 3874/10000.

Since he entered the Valley of the Dead, until now, the good luck point has increased by more than 2,000 to nearly 3,000 points! This is equivalent to Ning Qi wanting to kill more than 500 creators of the first calamity, more than 200 creators of the second calamity, and more than 100 creators of the third calamity. But in the outside world, where are there so many creators who come forward to seek death?

If there is no hatred, he will kill regardless of his care, just to advance his cultivation, but Ning Qi can't do it, he only kills the people who should be killed.

If you kill innocent monks, you are already possessed by the devil, and you sacrifice yourself with the blood of living beings. Ning Qi asked himself that everything he did had nothing to do with the devil.

But killing these zombies, Ning Qi has no psychological burden, because they are no longer human.

"After killing so many, they are all walking corpses. It seems that higher-level zombies should go deeper."

Ning Qi walked towards the depths of the Valley of the Dead.

I don't know how far he walked, Ning Qi finally saw a zombie that was much thicker than the breath of walking corpses, but before he could make a move, suddenly a black air swept towards him not far away, this black air was just like the The black air of the monks of the seven sects turned into zombies is exactly the same!

At that time, Ning Qi was outside the Valley of the Dead, and there was a restriction. Now, Ning Qi is facing the black air, and suddenly feels dizzy and wants to vomit.

"What a strong corpse!"

A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and Ning Qi's face became serious, but he did not choose to run away, but held the dragon-slaying sword and waited quietly.

The black air roared, and swept in front of Ning Qi in an instant. At this time, Ning Qi slashed out, and half of the black air dissipated. Before Ning Qi could react, the remaining half of the black air still enveloped Ning Qi. Ning Qi Qi raised his eyes and saw that the black air was very long, and the end should be in the depths of the Valley of the Dead.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Since the dragon-slaying sword could not disperse the black air, Ning Qi directly took out the Executioner Demon Gourd. The fairy air was activated violently, and a black flame very similar to the black air was ejected from it, and the black flame condensed into a roaring demon. His head collided violently with the black air.

boom!

The black air dissipated immediately.

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, evoking a sneer, but then, he seemed to hear a roar from the depths of the Valley of the Dead, and then, hundreds of black air swept towards Ning Qi at a faster speed than before several times.

Ning Qi was slightly stunned. Not only was the speed of the black air faster, but even the breath was countless times more terrifying. If he had been so afraid of the black air before, now he is palpitations!

Ninety thousand miles in an instant!

Ning Qi's figure turned into a ray of light, and he fled towards the Valley of the Dead. He was very sure that the existence behind the black air must be the Creator of the Nine Tribulations!

Manipulating the existence of the black air, it seemed a little surprised that Ning Qi's speed suddenly changed so fast. Immediately, the speed of the black air was several times faster, and he kept chasing after him, but compared to Ning Qi's instantaneous 90,000 miles, the speed of the black air The speed is still a bit weaker.

The monks outside the Dead Man's Valley watched Ning Qi rushing out of the Dead Man's Valley with dumbfounded eyes, and then hundreds of black air slammed into the restriction, shaking the sky and the earth, and everyone could vaguely hear the dead man's death. The roar from the valley!