Chapter 2775: Fifty Thousand Merit Values

If the gazes of those evil spirits just now were concealed, now they are looking directly at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei. With an order from Jing, they will swallow Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei into their mouths.

Belly!

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and fell down his cheeks onto the table. He didn't dare to move, with a forced smile on his face, and he looked at Ning Qi out of the corner of his eye.

"Hehe, living people? I remember that I didn't invite you this time. Who are you? Dare to speak nonsense on my wedding, and you will die?"

Ximen Jing looked at the two of them coldly, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing clearly that the person speaking was Ning Qi, the other ghost kings suddenly showed a half-smile expression on their faces, as if they were watching the excitement.

As for Yun Buer from the Ghost Sect, he looked at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei with a trace of dignity in his eyes, and glanced around at the same time.

"When we came, did we find anything wrong?"

Yun Buer said in a low voice.

The spirit-level masters at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said to Yun: "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two people were sent by other sects? Are you planning to compete with us for business?"

Yun Buer nodded with a serious look on his face. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't figure out which spirit-level existence would dare to open his mouth to mock these thousand-year-old ghosts in today's situation!

"Let's talk nonsense?"

Ning Qi shook his head with a smile, got up and walked towards the direction where Ximen Jing and the others were. Seeing this, the evil spirits present followed Ning Qi's figure closely, and there was a trace of curiosity in their hearts. Very big, dare to be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings, not to retreat but to advance? Yan Zhibei also stood up when Ning Qi stood up, and he followed Ning Qi closely. He had no choice but to let him sit at the same table with so many spirit-level evil spirits, it was really embarrassing for him. The current situation is a dead end in the eyes of others, but Yan Zhibei knows that he has to keep up

Only Ning Qi could survive death!

Not long after, Ning Qi's figure walked into the group of ghost kings, and stared at Ximen Jing lightly, while the rest of the ghost kings also looked at the two of them with curious eyes.

"I told you that your death is imminent, do you really not believe it?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

Ximen Jing was taller than Ning Qi, with his head lowered, looking down at Ning Qi, he had a fierce look, but now he looked even more frightening because of the killing intent in his heart.

The living concubine in the ninety-eighth room he was about to marry was already trembling with fright because of Ximen Jing's aura, but she seemed to be able to sense that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were living people, so In addition to being afraid, there was also a hint of hope in the depths of his eyes looking at the two of them!

"Boy, tell me, which sect sent you from?"

Ximen Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

When he was in the human world, he was just a beggar. After he died, he came to the underworld, step by step to reach the present achievement. It is definitely not brute force, but the wisdom he has accumulated during the years of being a beggar! It's just that these wisdoms happen to be in the underworld, shining brilliantly!

How could a living person without a backing provoke them, the ghost kings, on such an occasion today?

"I'm just a first-order casual cultivator."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Casual repair?"

"When did casual cultivators become so bold?"

The curiosity in the eyes of the ghost kings from all walks of life was even greater.

Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi, and suddenly said: "If you are really a loose cultivator, you won't be able to leave today."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Ning Qi smiled.

Ximen Jing wanted to speak again. At this time, at some point in Ning Qi's hand, there was an extra long sword, which gently pierced Ximen Jing's eyebrows.

The next moment, with a bang, Ximen Jing's body collapsed suddenly, and he didn't react until the moment his soul flew away!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points."

The incomparably pleasant voice of the system sounded again.

"what happened?"

"This son killed Ximen Jing with a sword?"

"Who the hell is he!"

Seeing this scene, the ghost kings from all walks of life suddenly changed their expressions. Qiqi stood up and looked at Ning Qi with great fear. Apart from fear, there was also a hint of horror in their eyes.

Yun Buer and the Ghost Sect disciples he brought this time were also shocked, looking at this scene in disbelief, Ximen Jingtang, a thousand-year-old ghost, the king of ghosts who has dominated this place for many years, died like this?

How can this be?

"I told you that you are dying, do you believe it now?"

Ning Qi smiled, his eyes suddenly locked on a ghost king.

Although the Ghost King of Beiman Mountain has no physical body, Ning Qi stared at him like this, and cold sweat seemed to break out on his back. Before he could start, the tip of the sword had already pierced his eyebrows deeply!

boom!

The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain exploded on the spot and dissipated into the air.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points!"

The system notification sounded again.

Seeing that Ning Qi killed two ghost kings one after another, the rest of the ghost kings dared not stand still, didn't even dare to say harsh words, and turned around to run away. Those century-old ghosts and more ordinary evil ghosts also reacted. Run around!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host..."

"Ding! Congratulations..." The system's prompts sounded one after another. Ning Qi didn't care about those ordinary evil ghosts, even the century-old ghosts, but the existence of ghost kings was killed by Ning Qi one by one. The one who ran the fastest just managed to get to the gate, and died in the west gate.

In front of the old housekeeper under Jing.

The old man stared blankly at a ghost king dying in front of him, took a breath, and looked at Ning Qi in shock, forgetting to run away. Ning Qi's merit points continued to explode, and soon, his merit points broke the 50,000 mark. At this moment, both Ximen Jing and the ghost kings who came to his wedding this time have all died in Ning Qi. Under Qi's sword, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer and his group were left in the courtyard.

The disciples, the boys and girls, and the woman who was about to meet Ximen Jing's bridal chamber stayed where they were.

The rest of the ghosts have already run away!

Yun Buer also wanted to run, but when Ning Qi strolled in Xiantian and beheaded the group of ghost kings, his thought disappeared immediately, and he didn't dare to make any changes. It was precisely because of this that he survived to the end!

Yan Zhibei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ning Qi with a little more fear in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you and why did you kill us?" Yun Buer tried to make himself look calmer, but his trembling voice still made people discover his mood at the moment.