Chapter 909: The Soul of the Purple Sun Sword Emperor

"How can it be……"

A look of horror flashed in Venerable Hongmeng's eyes. He knew that Ning Qi was very strong, but the other party was really strong enough to defeat their nine peak Dou Zun together?

Even a one-star Dou Sheng can't do this!

But at the beginning, he remembered that Ning Qi's cultivation at that time was not even Dou Zun, and in his own eyes, he was as small as an ant!

The other eight kings were also secretly shocked in their hearts, and at the same time began to heal their wounds quietly, looking towards Ning Qi, and seeing that he had no more movements, they were relieved in their hearts.

In the heavenly prison, for a moment, the silent needle drop could be heard, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Your master, it's about time to come, right?"

Ning Qi smiled and looked towards the sky: "Say Cao Cao Cao Cao will be there."

Who is Cao Cao?

A trace of doubt arose in Dudu's heart, could it be some strong man in the land of Dongxuan?

Three beams of light came through the air one after the other, and landed directly beside Venerable Hongmeng and the others.

One of them is the master of Venerable Hongmeng, Mo Sheng, and the other two are also disciples of Ziyang Sword Emperor, existences of the Fighting Saint level.

However, in Ning Qi's eyes, the cultivation base of these three people is weaker than the ordinary saint sons in Qingdi Holy Land, and in his own eyes, they are no different from ants.

"Who are you? Why did you hurt my disciple?"

Mo Sheng glanced at Ning Qi, who was sitting on the golden throne with his legs crossed, with some trepidation, and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his ears moved slightly, and he had heard Venerable Hongmeng's voice transmission, telling Ning Qi's origin, Mo Sheng's face became even more gloomy.

"You almost know who I am, don't you? Stop talking nonsense, you are not my opponent, go and call Xu Zhen, only him, I can barely stand up and play with him."

Ning Qi laughed.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped.

This guy is not even afraid of Mo Sheng and the others?

"Rampant boy."

The Fighting Saint next to Mo Sheng sneered, as if he wanted to make a move, but Mo Sheng stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Senior Brother Mo Sheng, you are not intimidated by him, are you?"

The corner of the Fighting Saint's mouth curled up with a hint of disdain.

Seeing this, the other Fighting Saint didn't say a word. He always felt that Ning Qi was a bit weird, especially the throne under his buttocks, which faintly made him feel palpitations.

Not to mention him, even Xu Zhen would feel palpitations when he saw Wang Pin's spirit. This is the crushing of the spirit and has nothing to do with cultivation!

"He called the master's full name, obviously relying on it. If we act without authorization, there may be accidents. I have already sent a message to the master. He will come right away, and then we will argue with this son!"

Mo Sheng said.

"good!"

Hearing the words, the Fighting Saint nodded with a sneer. He glanced at Ning Qi unscrupulously, and deliberately stayed a few more breaths in places like his neck and heart.

But when he found that Ning Qi was not only not afraid, but looked at him with a half-smile, the fighting saint suddenly let out a cold snort: "I hope you can continue to sit when my master comes."

With the help of Mo Sheng and the others, the nine Hongmeng Venerables recovered a bit from their injuries, and at least they could stand up. At this moment, they were all standing behind the three of Mo Sheng with sullen faces, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

As for Tuba, he didn't run away, but took the opportunity to hide behind Venerable Hongmeng and others, which would make him feel safer.

Before Ziyang Sword Emperor came, Ning Qi's soul had penetrated into the earth. After searching around, remembering a few mines where middle-grade refining stones might appear, a familiar figure came through the air and landed on the ground. Mo Sheng's side.

The appearance of this middle-aged man is very ordinary, except that there seems to be a scar at the corner of his mouth, which is a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and smooth, and he is taller than ordinary people. The purple robe inlaid with gold, around his waist, hung a scabbard, which was empty.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Purple Sun Sword Emperor!"

Mo Sheng, Venerable Hongmeng, and the miners here all bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.

Ziyang Sword Emperor glanced at them lightly, and when he saw the golden throne under Ning Qi's buttocks, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and finally, his eyes fell on Ning Qi.

"You are really brave, dare to appear here?"

The corners of Ziyang Sword Emperor's mouth rose slightly.

"Here I come and go whenever I want, who can stop me?"

Ning Qi said with a light smile not to be outdone.

"I haven't seen you in just a few years, but you are full of confidence. You have forgotten how to escape from my hand in embarrassment that day?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes: "How about this, hand over the things, and I will spare you today."

"I have a good proposal."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

"What proposal?"

Ziyang Sword Emperor asked patiently.

The three of Mo Sheng were a little surprised. According to the master's temper, Ning Qi should have been suppressed by now. What is it that makes him a little afraid?

Could it be...

The three looked at the golden throne under Ning Qi's buttocks, which was transformed by Ning Qi's royal spirit.

The three of them suddenly understood why Ziyang Sword Emperor didn't act immediately.

"Your name is Xu Zhen, right? Tell me about the enmity between you and me, Yun Qizong, and satisfy my curiosity. Maybe I can let you go today, and don't care about your revenge for chasing and killing me."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

Hearing the words Yun Qizong, Ziyang Sword Emperor suddenly had a vague killing intent, he looked at Ning Qi coldly, and said: "You want to know so much, I can tell you, but , you have to let me see if you have the qualifications."

After saying that, a hundred-foot-long purple sword suddenly condensed from behind him.

"Have you condensed the Ninth Grade Divine Soul to the limit?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and then he suddenly realized that Venerable Tianzhu once said that Ziyang Sword Emperor suddenly broke through to Emperor Dou. Prison continuously supplied him with Heavenly Spirit Crystals, and it was not surprising that he could refine his soul to the limit.

"Ninth Grade Divine Soul?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes, "You also know about the soul? Are you still divided into grades?"

"I didn't assign the rank of the soul, it's just that you are ignorant."

Ning Qi smiled.

Ziyang Sword Emperor originally planned to test it, but now he is not in a hurry, he said indifferently: "How many grades are there in the soul?"

"The ninth rank of the soul is the lowest, and the first rank is the strongest. However, above the first rank, there is also the king rank. You don't need to know about the ranks above the king rank, because you will never reach this level in your life."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Everyone was dumbfounded, what else is there to say?

Mo Sheng and the three looked at each other, and there was a slight change in their hearts, because from the beginning to the end, their master, Ziyang Sword Emperor, never told them to condense their souls! !

There was a trace of coldness in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes: "It seems that you also have a divine soul, I don't know what rank is your divine soul?"

"Me? Wang Pin."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Wang Pin?

Ziyang Sword Emperor was stunned, he thought that Ning Qi was at most one level stronger than him, but the other party actually said that he was a king-level spirit?

Doesn't this dump him eighteen blocks?

impossible!

Ziyang Sword Emperor revealed a trace of coldness: "In this case, I will compete with you for the soul!"

He doesn't believe that Ning Qi's soul will be stronger than him. He has condensed his soul in the Dragon Prison for many years before he can condense his soul to the limit, Ning Qi? A few years ago, the guy who wasn't even Dou Zun, even if the soul was king, so what?