"Go forward, senior..."

Several One-Calamity Creators looked at Ning Qi in fear. From the field of creation, it could be seen that Ning Qi's cultivation level was far superior to theirs countless times. The One-Calamity Creator who was the first to speak out felt extremely regretful at this moment. Why did he do this?

This young bird, he looked at Ning Qi, finally smoothed his tongue, and said: "Senior, this misunderstanding must be a misunderstanding. With your cultivation so high, you must have come here to wipe out the remnants of the War Temple, right?"

"I am the remnant of the War Temple in your mouth, Ning Beixuan, the Lord of the War Temple."

Ning Qi looked at the monk and said calmly.

"What!!!?"

Several people were immediately horrified, and the monk who spoke wanted to give himself a few slaps.

"Senior, spare your life!"

Several people reacted very quickly and knelt down to beg for mercy. As for the dignity of the Creator, they had forgotten about it at this moment. Facing this terrifying existence with boundless realm of creation, they were no different from ants.

"Is it too late to cry for mercy now?"

Ning Qi sneered, and with a thought, several people suddenly exploded on the spot, and they could no longer die. At this time, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing five One-Calamity Creators and gaining five creation points."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining eighty dragon-slaying crystals."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the seventy-three dragon-slaying crystals."

"bite!……"

The sin points of several people allowed Ning Qi to gain more than 300 Dragon Slaying Crystals, but what Ning Qi cared about was the point of creation. Ning Qi immersed himself in the system and checked the attribute panel.

Host: Ning Qi.

Level: One-Calamity Creator.

Creation point:5/100.

Kung Fu: The seventh level of the Prison-Suppressing Dragon and Elephant Kung Fu.

Life value: one dollar.

Dragon Slayer Crystal: 82350.

Not only is there an option for creation points in the attribute panel, but the unit of health value has also been changed to one yuan. When Ning Qi broke through to the seventh level of the Prison Suppressing Dragon Elephant Skill, his health value exceeded 10 billion, but then

There is no change in the properties panel.

Obviously, tens of billions of life points is a threshold.

"When the Creation Point reaches 100, you should be able to advance to the level of the Two-Tribulation Creator. At that time, you will have the Thunder Tribulation added to your body to practice the Prison-Suppressing Dragon Elephant Technique."

This is a virtuous cycle.

In the next few days, Ning Qi walked a long way, and his spiritual thoughts spread around, but he did not find the aura of the disciples of the Temple of War. From the fact that there were only five One-Tribulation Creators in the Qin and Tang Empires ambushing them, it can be known that because of the passage of time,

After thousands of years, there are fewer and fewer monks chasing the disciples of the Temple of War.

…………

Qinglong Continent.

Xuanzhen Wonderland.

The ancestral city of the Wang family.

Today, three distinguished guests came to the ancestral city of the Wang family. Wang Yan, the current head of the Wang family, went out to greet them personally. The monks who saw this scene were secretly shocked.

Now, since the Great Sage Xuanzhen disappeared, Wang Yan's cultivation has faintly surpassed that of the original Great Sage Xuanzhen, and he has been elected as the new generation of family heads. Those three people can allow Wang Yan to go out to greet him, which means that they are likely to

It is the realm of creation.

"The Wang family is in trouble again. Those three people are probably here to inquire about the whereabouts of Ning Beixuan, the God of Killing. Speaking of which, Ning Beixuan's surname is Ning. If you think carefully, he is not a member of the Wang family at all. Why do they come here to fight against the autumn wind?"

"That is, every time the Wang family has to pay an astonishing price to send away those people. Over time, the twelve caves in Xuanzhen Fairyland have basically taken refuge in other fairyland. Now, the Wang family's edict can only be issued in the Wang family's ancestral city and beyond.

Some of the giant cities in the surrounding area have become somewhat useless, leaving the monks like us who rely on this place with fewer cultivation resources than before."

"Speaking of which, Ning Beixuan, the God of Killing, has been missing for almost four thousand years, right? He must have died in a foreign land long ago. They are here just to beat the autumn wind..."

Ning Qi heard what these people said and looked in the direction of the Wang family.

"Wang Yan became the head of the family. Didn't Great Sage Xuanzhen and Aunt Jian come out of the Void Realm? They were still killed by the Immortal King Ganges..."

Thinking of this, Ning Qi frowned slightly. Even if Immortal King Ganges wants to attack the two of them, it is unlikely. After all, the two of them entered the void realm of Immortal Pudu. If they can really get out alive,

In the realm of the void, Immortal King Pudu would never let anyone slap him in the face like this.

…

Wang family.

Except for Wang Yan, all the current elders who hold the peak appeared in the reception hall one by one. At this moment, a red-faced monk was sitting on the main seat, and there were two middle-aged monks sitting on the side.

As the lord of this place, Wang Yan, together with the elders who held the peak, stood in front of the three monks with a respectful expression.

"I wonder what the three seniors of the Piaomiao Sect are doing here?"

Wang Yan Gongshou Tao.

The red-faced monk glanced at him lightly, "What else could it be for? Have you found the whereabouts of Ning Beixuan?"

The faces of the elders of the Wang family were a little ugly.

Wang Yan whispered: "I have sent out all the disciples of the Wang family to try their best to find Ning Beixuan's whereabouts, but we still haven't got any information. I also ask the three seniors to forgive me and give me some more time..."

"A little more grace? Haha..."

Before the red-faced monk could speak, the middle-aged monk on the right sneered, "For the sake of Ning Beixuan still being the leader of the alchemist alliance, your Wang family has not been wiped out. I will wait again and again."

I've given you a chance again and again, but you can't find Ning Beixuan's whereabouts? According to the rules, your tribute this time will be 50% more than last time."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yan's face, "The tributes have been prepared."

"Master!"

The elders of the major peak leaders quickly looked at Wang Yan. Now that the Wang family's financial resources were almost wiped out, if they were to pay such a generous tribute this time, even their cultivation resources would be somewhat insufficient.

"Oh!? What do you think?"

The red-faced monk's eyes fell on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong's face looked a little ugly. Before he could speak, Wang Yan quickly said with a flattering smile: "Senior, please don't blame me. Please check the tributes this time."

After saying that, Wang Yan stepped forward and handed the red-faced monk a Qiankun Ring respectfully. The red-faced monk swept his mind and found that all of them contained elixirs, fairy grass elixirs, and some refining materials, which were equivalent to the Piaomiao Sect in Lu.

The Menxian Dynasty had a month's harvest, and he only needed to share these things equally among three people without having to hand them over, so he was naturally quite satisfied with the quantity.

"That's right. Seeing how sincere you are, I'll grant you another two hundred years of grace."

The red-faced monk smiled lightly.

Wang Yan looked slightly startled, "Didn't I get a grace period of more than five hundred years last time..."

"Last time was last time, do you have any objections?"

The red-faced monk snorted coldly, and a faint power of creation emanated from his body. Everyone in the hall suddenly became solemn. When Wang Yan saw this, he didn't even dare to say anything.

The three of them sneered, stood up and left. When one of them passed by Wang Zhong, he waved his hand gently, and Wang Zhong flew out like a cannonball, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Chapter completed!