After killing the abandoned disciple of Jiuyou, a white light fell into Ning Qi's body. His fairy spirit suddenly began to surge crazily. Sometimes it was fire, sometimes it was light, sometimes it was electricity, and sometimes it was water. As long as Ning Qi's heart

With just a thought, his fairy spirit energy can turn into any kind of law. He raised his hand slightly and saw a mini Tai Chi diagram three inches high in the palm of his hand. This is the law of yin and yang.

Ning Qi's appearance suddenly became more condensed, and seemed to be developing towards the middle level of heaven level.

"As long as I know the power of the law, it can be transformed. This is the terrible thing about the spirit of the fairy. It can be called a power that only the fairy clan can use. It is really extraordinary. At this point, even the creators can't

with me

Comparable, but the essence of evil Shura is completely different from the spirit of the fairy spirit. The power of this dharma is condensed. If the essence in my sea of ​​consciousness is the legacy of the fairy clan, I am afraid that my current strength can at least reach the level.

The realm of the Creator.”

Ning Qi sighed with regret.

However, Ning Qi is already very content. Without the essence of Evil Shura, he will definitely fail to condense the Dharma this time, and it is very likely that his own life will be taken.

"With my current means, even if I face that old guy Xuanzhen, I can still fight. If I encounter Liekong, I won't be completely powerless to fight back. However, if I want to kill Liekong, I still have to wait a little longer..."

Ning Qi pondered for a moment, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a big tree in the distance. This big tree had a faint evil spirit, and it was a tree that was about to become a spirit.

Ning Qi came to the big tree and cut it off with his wave of his hand. In less than a moment, the big tree was cut into a pillar by Ning Qi, and the essence in its body was also blocked by Ning Qi.

"Such a hardness and such a length are enough."

Ning Qi smiled, moved slightly while carrying the big tree, and disappeared from the spot.

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"This time when I go back to Luo Hai Mountain, I will go into seclusion for three hundred years. By then, this storm will have passed."

Several monks in the early stage of the Dharma Realm walked side by side. After they glanced behind them with lingering fear, they looked at each other and told their future plans.

"I plan to go into seclusion when I return to the sect."

"Ning Beixuan is so terrifying that even Jiuyou's abandoned disciples have fled. With such a method, I'm afraid even Jian Xilai will not be able to match him."

"Have you noticed that his physical body is directly integrated into the Dharma, which is completely different from ours. It can be said that with every gesture, he has the power to destroy the world. However, if we want to use the Dharma, we have to endure the intense consumption caused by the Dharma.

There is no chance of winning in a fight with him."

"In addition, his power of law is also extremely weird. The power of law in my body seemed to give rise to a sense of fear the moment he condensed the law!"

Thinking of this, several monks had a hint of panic in their eyes. Fortunately, they escaped quickly and were not left behind by Ning Beixuan.

"I don't know how many of Jiuyou's abandoned disciples have died. After this incident, the Blue Dragon Ranking will definitely be reshuffled."

One monk said gloatingly.

Suddenly, he found that the other people were silent and stopped in mid-air. The monk suddenly had a look of doubt in his eyes and said to them, "What's wrong with you?"

Those people ignored him, but with pale faces, they cupped their hands forward and said with difficulty: "We have met the ancestor of Beixuan."

Ancestor Beixuan!?

The monk who had not discovered Ning Qi's trace was instantly struck by a chill in his body. He turned around with a cold body and looked at Ning Qi blankly.

Only a hundred feet away from them, Ning Qi was holding a huge pillar with one hand and looking at them indifferently.

"Bei, Ancestor Beixuan!?"

The monk was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

"Ancestor Beixuan, haha, that's a nice cry."

Ning Qi smiled mockingly.

"Ancestor Bei

For the sake of the monks in Xuanzhen Fairyland, spare our lives and work as cows and horses without any regrets!"

An older monk knelt down and kowtowed to Ning Qi.

When the other monks saw this, they knelt down one after another. They felt a little lucky in their hearts, hoping that Ning Qi would not remember what these little shrimps had done.

It's a pity that for more than a hundred years, although Ning Qi has not opened his eyes, he has become extremely familiar with every monk. He basically knows who has scolded him a few words or hit him a few times.

"Your name is Pu Lingdong, and you have beaten me with Dharma a total of 367 times."

"Your name is Zhou Yanhong, and you have beaten me with Faxiang a total of 536 times, cursed me 18 times, and ridiculed me 5 times."

"Your name is..."

Several people looked at Ning Qi in stunned silence as if they were treasures from the family. Not only did they directly tell the origin of their names, they also clearly counted the number of times they had taken action in more than a hundred years. A trace of cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead.

come out.

As if knowing that they would definitely die today, several people looked at each other and fled in all directions with a tacit understanding. They were betting that Ning Qi could not kill them with one move. As long as one or two people could escape, it would be a good deal.

, these people have already planned in their hearts that if they escaped today, no matter what method they use, they must leave Qinglong Continent immediately to avoid the limelight.

Ning Qi sneered, used his hand as a knife, and made a few empty strokes. The monks suddenly lost their balance and flew forward. In the process, their heads and necks were separated, and they were killed with a wave of their hands.

The underworld monks suddenly appeared and wanted to take away their souls. Ning Qi hung the heads of these people on the huge pillar in his hand.

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Qinglong Continent is in chaos.

Whether it is a monk in the Eternal Life Realm or a monk in the Dou Dan Realm, even mortals can occasionally see a terrifying figure that is frantically chasing down those once high-ranking Dharma Realm monks, and that figure is holding a pillar in his hand.

Hundreds of heads have been hung.

Ning Qi fought his way from Qingming Fairyland to Middle-earth Fairyland, Baxia Fairyland, and Pure Yang Fairyland. In just half a year, he harvested hundreds of fresh lives.

Among them, the Middle-earth Wonderland suffered the least losses. Including Longcheng and other Cave Heaven Lords, they did not take any action against Ning Qi. Ning Qi felt a little confused, but he did not think about it. Since he did not take action, Ning Qi would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

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The biggest loss was in the Pure Yang Fairyland. Except for the Nine Servants of the Pure Yang, Ning Qi had found out the other hundreds of Dharma Realm monks one by one, killed them all, and hung their heads on pillars.

The most difficult person to kill can be said to be the sick young man from Qingming Fairyland. He was one of the first group of monks to escape. He did not hide in Qingming Fairyland, but wanted to sneak out of Qinglong Continent. As a result, he almost succeeded in leaving Qinglong.
Chapter completed!