Chapter 1681 A Foot Like Flowing Water

"We can't go out! If we go out, we will definitely die!"

The selected monks looked at each other, stood up together, gathered together, and looked at Zhao Lang with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Lang was staring at Ning Qi, but when he heard this, he gave them a cold look: "It's up to you whether you can get out or not!"

"Roar!"

A roar came from outside, accompanied by a few screams, everyone's expressions changed, and they walked to the entrance of the ruined temple and looked into the distance.

Ning Qi and the others are no exception.

I saw a translucent phantom in the distance, holding a head and a headless corpse in its hands, roaring upwards. The clothing on this phantom is very old, and it is likely that it has died several times. One hundred thousand years or even millions of years of existence!

As if aware of the situation of the ruined temple here, the phantom's gaze shot towards this place in vain!

Xiao Wuye and the others looked at each other, and made a sudden move. Among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were just the creators of the first calamity, and some were the creators of the second calamity. Facing Xiao Wuye, this group was enough to compete with the creators of the fourth calamity. Tianjiao of the Zongmen was so vulnerable that he was directly suppressed by them, and then he was thrown out of the ruined temple!

"You guys must die!"

The group of monks yelled at Xiao Wuye and the others in the bloody rain, and then fled in all directions, because Xiao Wuye and the others were standing at the gate of the ruined temple, and it was impossible to go back. When the soul of the strong is killed, escape to the next refuge point!

Those monks who were not selected had a look of pity in their eyes. If their cultivation level was a little lower, they would be the ones who were thrown out today.

In the world of practice, it really is whoever has the biggest fist, who has the final say!

"There are three more!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on the three of Ning Qi, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Are you going out by yourself, or should I do it?"

Tu Kong's eyes flickered, but there was a glimmer of expectation in his heart. If the three of Ning Qi were thrown outside the ruined temple and beheaded by the soul of the ancient strong man, a knot in his heart would be removed.

"senior……"

Brother and sister Bu Shaofeng looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled and ignored Zhao Lang. Seeing this, Xiao Wuye and the others glanced at Zhao Lang. Zhao Lang felt annoyed in his heart, and walked straight towards Ning Qi. A mighty power of creation, It surged out of his body!

Everyone was slightly taken aback, because Zhao Lang's move was not to throw Ning Qi and the others out of the ruined temple, but to kill Ning Qi directly!

"As expected of a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect, he acts so overbearing!"

Many monks secretly slandered in their hearts.

Just when everyone was sure that the three of Ning Qi would surely die, Ning Qi moved slightly, appeared behind Zhao Lang, and kicked Zhao Lang's ass. The next moment, Zhao Lang exclaimed, The whole body flew out of the ruined temple. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Ning Qi did it on purpose. The direction he flew was exactly where the soul of the ancient strong man was!

"Brother!"

Following Xiao Wuye and the others into the ruined temple, there were also two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect. Seeing that Zhao Lang was kicked out of the ruined temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Puff!

With flowing feet again, the two Huanxi Demon Sect monks immediately followed Zhao Lang's footsteps and flew towards the soul of the ancient strong man.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror, and turned his head to look at Ning Qi unwillingly and resentfully. Then, he was torn into pieces by the soul of the ancient strong man without any resistance. His two juniors The end is the same as Zhao Lang!

After killing these three people, the soul of the ancient strong man landed in front of the ruined temple, looking at everyone indifferently with cold eyes. The monks chased after him.

drop……

Some monks dripped cold sweat on the ground. After the soul of the ancient strong man left, they breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with disbelieving eyes.

Zhao Lang is the Creator of the Three Tribulations, and he is also a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect. His combat power in the same rank is definitely stronger than that of ordinary sects and scattered monks!

However, such an existence was kicked out by the other party and died in the hands of the ancient strong man's soul, which really made them have a great change in Ning Qi's strength. Looking at Ning Qi's eyes also brought There was a hint of fear and fear, and he clearly only exuded the aura of the Creator of the Second Tribulation, but his performance was so much stronger than that of the Creator of the Third Tribulation. This was probably an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The monk who was lying in the corner the first time and scolded Bu Shaofeng had a look of fear in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi was so powerful, he would have obediently given up his seat just now.

"Zhao Lang... is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and others looked at Ning Qi strangely. Like them, Zhao Lang, as a disciple of Tianjiao from the seven major sects, could not rank among the top in terms of combat power among the seven. Not too bad! Fu Ji competed with Zhao Lang, and the two were evenly matched!

As for the strongest Xiao Wuye, it would take at least a hundred moves to take down Zhao Lang, and the effort it took must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are strong men of the same rank who have the Domain of Good Fortune, even if there is a gap in strength, after each uses the Domain of Fortune, this slight gap will be shortened to an extremely short!

"Amitabha, do you know the person who was killed by you just now?"

Sakyamuni looked at Ning Qi and smiled slightly.

"The monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Um?"

Everyone's eyes became even weirder. Now that they knew that Zhao Lang was a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect, and the other party killed Zhao Lang, or sent Zhao Lang to hell with his own hands, they were so calm at this moment?

The fear of Ning Qi in the hearts of the people has deepened. Zhao Lang is dead, and they are taking refuge in the forbidden area. Now there are exactly fifty people in the ruined temple, and there is no benefit in arguing with Ning Qi, so Xiao Wuye took the lead in turning around and found a place to sit cross-legged. Seeing this, the monks at that place all moved aside with ugly faces.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is..."

The three of Tu Kong suddenly realized that they finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Old Ghost Du, not because of Ning Qi's fast speed, but... Although the old ghost is the Creator of the Three Tribulations, he is naturally weaker than the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect. The opponent can even kick the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect away. What do Old Ghost Du and the others count?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain was still falling outside, and there was a roar from time to time.