Chapter 1830: Spike

"I heard... the one on the stele is Ning Beixuan?"

"good……"

"It seems that the Huanxi Demon Sect has provoked a lunatic this time, and he dared to come here to block the door. Is it true that the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of those unpopular sects?"

Some unpopular sects are often attacked by the enemy after offending the enemy, and then block the door for several years, in order to vent their anger, and let other monks know about it by the way, come to watch the joke, so that no matter what happens in the end Even if you don't wipe out the other party completely, you can get your face back.

But this kind of thing only often happens to the sects that are not in the top ranks. The second-rate sects that are slightly more powerful have immortal kings in their sects, and they are rarely blocked by people, let alone top-notch sects like the Huanxi Demon Sect. Zongmen.

More and more monks gathered here, and hundreds of squares and cities became empty. Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes fell on Ning Qi, with shock and curiosity.

Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone tablet with his hands lightly resting on his knees. At this moment, several figures suddenly flew out from the direction of Huanxi Demon Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them, and they all looked at them. The leader was Wu Chongxian, and behind him were five elders who also had the same cultivation base as Seven Tribulations.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stele, his eyes fell on the line of bloody characters, he was silent for a while, and then looked at Ning Qi, "Since your excellency has enmity with my Huanxi Demon Sect, do you dare to report your name?"

"Who are you? You are the master of the Joy Demon Sect?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and smiled lightly.

A cold light flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes, and he said lightly: "I'm next Wu Chongxian."

Little Demon Lord, Wu Chongxian?

When the monks around heard the name, their faces were shocked. They had stayed here for a long time, and they had heard of Wu Chongxian, the personal disciple of Demon Lord Huanxi, known as the Little Demon Lord.

It is rumored that this person's talent is extremely terrifying. He has practiced for only about ten thousand years, and he is already the Creator of the Seven Tribulations. In the future, he will have the opportunity to become the Creator of the Nine Tribulations and take over the Huanxi Demon Sect!

"Wu Chongxian? I haven't heard of it. You should go back and stay."

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogance!"

Seeing Ning Qi's attitude, coupled with the blood on the stone tablet, the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect couldn't help but turn pale, wishing to suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Your Excellency, I haven't given my name yet."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"You are Ning Beixuan? The magic gourd of joy is on you?"

Wu Chongxian's eyes changed slightly.

The faces of the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect behind him showed horror.

"Yes, you want?"

Ning Qi smiled, took out the Jade Immortal Gourd, put it beside him, and said with a light smile, "If you want it, come and get it yourself, if you can take it, I will give you this Jade Immortal Gourd."

"What Zhuxian Devil Gourd, this is clearly the Huanxi Devil Gourd!"

Wu Chongxian gave a cold shout, and disappeared in place immediately. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ning Qi, looking down at Ning Qi with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Little Demon Lord, come back quickly!"

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect shouted quickly, with anxious expressions on their faces. They have received the news that Zhuge Tao died in Ning Qi's hands. Obviously, Ning Qi's combat power is definitely above the Eight Tribulations. However, Wu Chongxian had been in seclusion before, and they hadn't had time to tell Wu Chongxian the news.

When Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of those elders, a coldness flashed in his eyes, he ignored it, but stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Zhuxian Demon Gourd immediately flew into his hands, Wu Chongxian's eyes showed a gleam of joy, and he slapped towards peace Qi's head was slapped away.

Seeing this, everyone immediately held their breath and focused their attention, watching this scene with a little nervousness. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian, as the well-known little demon king of the Huanxi Demon Sect, has surpassed ordinary immortal kings in strength, and Ning Qi has been in power since the beginning. In the end, there is no reaction, and it is very likely that they will be slapped to death.

However, when Wu Chongxian's palm was an inch away from the back of Ning Qi's head, he stopped, and he looked at the palm grabbing his wrist in disbelief.

"The strength is too small, but the cultivation level is not bad. It has a place among the younger generation, but you are not a star behind, compared to Lei Huang, Hidden Immortal Daoist, and Yan Shengzi. No wonder, Huanxi Mozun is not What kind of master is at most third-rate, and it is normal to cultivate a third-rate talent like you."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Lei Huang, Hidden Immortal Master, Yan Shengzi? Have you met them?"

A look of horror flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes. These three people were the goals he wanted to surpass day and night, but when he said it in the mouth of the other party, it seemed so lightly?

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect looked anxiously at each other, and they all shot Ning Qi to suppress them. If Wu Chongxian died in Ning Qi's hands, I'm afraid they will not end well when the Huanxi Demon Sect returns to the sect. What better than death.

"Not only have I seen them, but I have also sent them to the West Paradise."

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, and in front of hundreds of thousands of monks present, he grabbed Wu Chongxian who looked horrified, and directly threw them at the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect who were flying towards him.

boom!

They were caught off guard and were thrown on their backs by Wu Chongxian, but the damage was not fatal. It was just that the next moment, before they could react, a burst of sword light flashed in the air, and immediately after that, the nearby monks, Huanxi Demon Sect Whether you are a monk or not, as long as you pay attention to this place, you will see a rain of blood in the sky, and countless pieces of flesh, regardless of you and me, will all fall to the ground accompanied by blood.

Spike!

Until his death, Wu Chongxian had no chance to display the Myriad Demon Body that he had just successfully cultivated.

"hiss……"

The monks present stared blankly at the puddle of minced meat on the ground. After realizing it, they all gasped and looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded.

"Ning Beixuan is so strong? Even the little devil was killed?"

"Those five elders are not low in cultivation. At least they are the Creator of the Seven Tribulations. With the little Demon Venerable, there are six Creators of the Seven Tribulations in total. How could it be possible that Ning Beixuan couldn't even stop Ning Beixuan's move?"

"Little Demon Venerable is dead, and the elders are also dead, what's going on..."

The monks of Huanxi Demon Sect didn't want to believe what they saw with their own eyes, they rubbed their eyes one after another, and then fell into a burst of fear.

Huanxi Demon Sect is one of the seven major sects, and they have always been the only ones who beat people. No one dared to kill the monks of Huanxi Demon Sect in full view. As a result, six of them died directly. For Huanxi Demon Sect, the status is extremely high High presence!

Ning Qi smiled, closed his eyes again, and seemed to have done a trivial thing.

At this moment, there is no monk in the Huanxi Demon Sect who is stronger than Xiao Demon Zun and the others. The disciples of Huanxi Demon Sect can only look at Ning Qi helplessly, but there is nothing they can do.