Chapter 1686 Chapter 1686: Bloodwashing the City of the Dead

Chapter 1686: Chapter 1686 Bloodwashing the City of the Dead

Ning Qi's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Bu Shaofeng, "What does that store sell?"

Bu Shaofeng glanced at the shop with a hint of disgust in his eyes, and Bu Qingshi was no exception.

"Senior, the monks here have all sorts of disgusting hobbies. The owner of this store has done a deed of conscience in order to cater to these monks. However, it is quite common for the monks here. Those brains , all of which are selected from human children aged one to two years old, the shop owner controls at least a thousand human women, and gives birth to many children for him every year..."

Bu Shaofeng said in a low voice.

"Senior, there have been many monks who couldn't see when they passed by the city of the dead, and wanted to help those poor women. As a result, all of these monks disappeared in the city of the dead without exception.

Bu Qingshi stared at Ning Qi with big eyes flashing, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

In the shop, not only the monks of different races but also the monks of the same human race cared for them. When they ate, their expressions were very enjoyable, as if they were tasting the delicacy of the world.

Ning Qi's divine sense swept across the entire city of the dead in an instant. Except for the scene in front of him, all kinds of horrific things were basically happening in the city of the dead at the same time. In the eyes of the monks, he was like a pig who could be killed whenever he wanted.

"As expected of the City of the Dead, the name is indeed correct. However, there is a name that should be more suitable for this place... This place should be called Hell on Earth."

Ning Qi muttered to himself lightly, then raised his feet and walked towards the shop. Bu Shaofeng, brother and sister were slightly startled, and a premonition rose in their hearts.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, before Bu Shaofeng could keep up, Bu Qingshi had already followed Ning Qi first.

"That's all..."

Bu Shaofeng smiled wryly and followed.

"Young Master, today's 'Tongnao Soup' has been sold out, please come early tomorrow."

The shopkeeper thought that Ning Qi was planning to try something new, so he smiled and said to Ning Qi.

"These are the brains of children of the same race as me?"

Ning Qi looked at the shopkeeper, pointed lightly at those clean heads that had been licked, and said.

Hearing the words, the shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes, he looked at Ning Qi with a half-smile, and sneered: "Who am I, it turns out to be this kind of blind guy, boy, you are the first Come to the city of the dead once? Do you think that the childish brain soup I made is devoid of conscience, and I want to do justice for the sky? Hahaha, don’t forget, what is this place! Today, I will be merciful and remind you that the dead are coming City of the Dead, you have to abide by the rules of the City of the Dead, and if you see the 'Roasting a Human Feast', you will know what a small business like ours is in the City of the Dead?"

After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward and snatched the Tongnaotang in front of a monk. The monk showed a trace of anger on his face, and looked at the shopkeeper and Ning Qi coldly.

Snapped!

The shopkeeper patted Tong Nao Tang in front of Ning Qi, and looked at Ning Qi sneeringly: "Come on, drink it, even if you obey the rules of the dead city, I will forgive you this time, otherwise, someone will Come to clean up a monk like you who doesn't know the rules, the immortal king who died in the city of the dead, is there more than one person?"

Speaking of this, the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth rose slightly, with a mocking look on his face.

A mere cultivator in the alchemy realm dared to ridicule the three of Ning Qi like this. It is conceivable that the so-called rules of the dead city in his mouth made him full of confidence.

"This kind of place shouldn't exist."

Ning Qi smiled lightly, and the sword light flashed by. The shopkeeper and the monk who was sucking the brain soup with relish were chopped into several sections in an instant. The shopkeeper did not die on the spot, and the severed head just rolled off. At Ning Qi's feet, he looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger, and roared like a leak: "You dare to kill me in the city of the dead! I am a local native! If you kill me, you can't escape!"

Whoosh, whoosh, countless eyes cast towards Ning Qi, and the monks who were walking on the road stopped one after another, looking at Ning Qi with different expressions.

Among these monks, the natives accounted for the majority, but some of them were monks who passed by here. They looked at Ning Qi with a slightly weird look. In their opinion, although the city of the dead was a little more violent, some things were very shocking. Disgusting, but what is the life of an ordinary mortal?

There are trillions of mortals in the Central Continent, so it is unwise to break the rules of the city of the dead for the sake of such mortals who are raised as pigs and sheep.

"I don't know which family's children it is, but a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."

"If you act only with blood, you won't live long!"

"You have to think twice about everything, but I think this guy is quite pleasing to the eye. I will help him say a few good words later and save his life!"

An old man exuding the aura of the Creator of the Four Tribulations looked at Ning Qi with some appreciation. There were also a group of young monks beside him, whose strength was generally between the Creator of the First Tribulation and the Creator of the Second Tribulation.

"Which blind guy dares to break the rules of my dead city?"

A roar came, and the monks on the road gave way one after another. The whole street was centered on Ning Qi and the three of them, and there was no one within a hundred feet!

"I can't escape, do you need to worry about it?"

Ning Qi glanced mockingly at the head at his feet, stepped on it lightly, and then cast his gaze on a black-robed monk who had just landed not far in front of him.

The black-robed cultivator exuded a faint aura of the creator of a calamity. After landing, his eyes locked on Ning Qi.

"Hey, Brother Chen Jiu, is that you? Do you still remember the old man? Haha, this is a misunderstanding. For the sake of the old man, why don't you forget it?"

Seeing the person coming, the old man immediately laughed out loud and greeted him.

"Pu Yan? Is this cultivator also a child of your Pu family?"

After seeing the old man, the black-robed monk frowned slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The one who died was just a shopkeeper in the alchemy realm. Well, those diners were accidentally affected, but their cultivation base is also very low. In the eyes of you and me, they exist like ants. There are some pills in it. Brother Chen Jiu please accept it with a smile."

The old man smiled slightly, and instead of answering the black-robed monk's words, he handed him a leather bag.

Chen Jiu put away the leather bag calmly, and then gave Ning Qi a cold look, "I'll take this matter today as a misunderstanding, but you can't stay in the city of the dead, get out."

"Little brother, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."

The old man's voice rang in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi smiled at him, then waved lightly.

Nine flames clapped palms!

The fierce palm fell directly on Chen Jiu. Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Jiu, who was still arrogant, turned into a pool of ashes in a blink of an eye.

"Old man, today I want to wash the city of the dead with blood. If you have nothing to do with the city of the dead, please watch the show later..."

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly.