A few days later, the monks in the Wang family's ancestral city suddenly noticed an unusual smell. The sun was shining brightly one moment, but dark clouds were covering the next moment. When they opened their eyes carefully, they saw two demonic clouds floating over the ancestral city.

The sky above the city covers the huge ancestral city.

In front of the ancestral temple, Ning Qi was sitting on a rocking chair, rocking leisurely. Not far away, Wang Yi and others were fighting each other. Ning Qi would say something from time to time, and every word made Wang Yi and others tremble with fear.

.

"Why don't you just dig out his eyes when you have this opportunity!?"

"Since you have already hit the opponent with a palm, you should use all your strength to smash his head!"

Being forced by Ning Qi, Wang Yi and the others regarded each other as the enemy who killed their father, and started to fight for real. Serious injuries were common. Only when someone was in real danger, Ning Qi would save them, which in turn aroused

Wang Yi and the others showed their ferocity.

Wang Zhong watched with great interest and sighed in his heart that the Wang family would probably have fifteen more killing gods in the future, because what Ning Qi taught them was not to leave a line in everything so that they could meet each other in the future, but to kill the enemy whenever they find an opportunity.

Death place.

When the demon cloud came, everyone in the Wang family also noticed it, but they were not as panicked as before, but calmly raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

"Ancestor Beixuan!?"

Wang Yi and others stopped.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

Ning Qi said lightly.

"yes!"

Wang Yi and the others were startled and ignored the demonic clouds in the sky.

Ning Qi sat on the rocking chair and looked through the two demonic clouds to see the existence behind him. He had no intention of getting up or even saying hello.

Above the two demonic clouds are two teams of men and horses.

One of the groups is the Divine Deer Army led by Lumen Zhenxian. There are about three to four hundred people standing on the demon cloud. They are wearing neat armors and are majestic, like heavenly soldiers and generals. Piaomiao Tianzun is standing next to Lumen Zhenxian.

, looking down at the red-faced monks who were hanging on the pillar with an ugly expression.

On the other side, there was a group of monks wearing different clothes, about twenty-four or five people. Their eyes fell on the three Wanshou Valley monks.

"May I ask if you are the Immortal Immortal Master of the Longevity Valley of the Zhanlu Immortal Dynasty?"

Lumen Zhenxian's eyes fell on an old man leading the demonic cloud opposite.

The old man's forehead is extremely protruding, like a peach, and his long beard almost hangs down to his feet. He is the owner of Wanshou Valley, who is called the Immortal. How long has he lived, even some creators of the fourth and fifth kalpas?

You can't say for sure, because the immortals have been famous for a long time when these creators were young.

"It's the old man, you are the real immortal of Lumen? I have long admired your name."

The Immortal Immortal smiled and nodded, but the monks behind him were excited, their eyes filled with anger, and they wished they could come to the Wang Family's ancestral city to kill Ning Qi right away.

"I dare not take it for granted. When I was young, the Immortal Immortal was already very famous. Speaking of which, I am a junior."

Lumen Zhenxian smiled and said.

"Haha, if you practice a certain way, the master is your teacher. True Immortal Lumen has already obtained the title of True Immortal at such a young age. There is no way that an old man can match it. How can he be a junior? However, when True Immortal Lumen comes here this time, he must be the same.

For this son Ning Beixuan, right? I heard that this son has offended the Ganges Immortal King. If you suppress him, you can get a reward from the Ganges Immortal King."

The Immortal Immortal smiled lightly.

"Immortal Immortal has misunderstood. You are a senior. I see that there are several monks below who seem to be from Wanshou Valley. Are you here today to rescue them? If so, it's hard for me to be the first to do so."

Lumen Zhenxian smiled and said.

The Immortal Immortal laughed twice with a smile on his face, then looked down with indifferent eyes, and said softly: "In that case, I won't be polite, go and bring five people and bring those three embarrassing guys.

"

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight people rushed out of the demon cloud and fell in the direction of the Wang family's ancestral temple. The monks who had been paying attention to the movement here were shocked when they saw this. This time, seven or eight creators actually took action.

It seems that the formation behind Yaoyun is not simple.

Wang Zhong stood beside Ning Qi with a faint smile. Wang Yi and others seemed not to have seen the seven or eight creators, who were still fighting each other. Only the creators who were hung on the pillars raised their heads one after another, with hope on their faces.

With such a look, the red-faced monk and others saw that they were not from the Piaomiao Sect.

, I don’t know whether I should be disappointed or grateful, but others are disappointed. Only the three monks in Wanshou Valley are ecstatic. Although they have lost their lower body, as long as they escape from this place and give them hundreds of years, they can still cultivate a

Not weaker than the lower body of the past.

"Ning! Bei!..."

In order to increase their momentum, the seven or eight Wanshou Valley monks yelled a word every time they got closer, but before they could say Xuanzi, Ning Qi waved his hand gently, and the seven or eight Wanshou Valley monks seemed to have been cut off.

The kite crashed to the ground.

"Wang Zhong, hang up."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"yes!"

Wang Zhong waved his hand with a smile, and several monks from the Wang family who had been prepared carried eight more pillars over and inserted them into the ground very skillfully. Then Wang Zhong personally hung up the eight monks who had been beaten to death.

Got up.

Above the demonic cloud, the expression of the True Immortal of Lumen remained unchanged, but the expression of Piaomiao Tianzun changed greatly. The expressions of the three to four hundred most elite Divine Deer Army were also not good-looking. I thought that this mission was not too difficult, and there were

The Lumen True Immortal personally led them, but the seven or eight One-Tribulation Creators just now sank without even a splash of water...

"Immortal!?"

The Wanshou Valley monk looked at the Immortal Immortal in shock.

The Immortal Immortal still had a gentle smile on his face, "It's interesting. It seems that his cultivation level is not weak. The Creator of the First Tribulation is no match for him, so let the Creator of the Second Tribulation take action."

"yes!"

Suddenly, the seven or eight Second Tribulation Creators looked at each other, gritted their teeth secretly, and rushed out of the demon cloud. However, they learned their lesson this time and did not attack Ning Qi directly, but kept a distance.

"Ning Beixuan, hand over the monks from my Wanshou Valley! Otherwise, I will destroy your whole family today!"

The loud voice echoed throughout the Wang family's ancestral city.

The rocking chair rocked slowly, and Ning Qi glanced at them. The next moment, the seven or eight Second Tribulation Creators suddenly felt that the world was changing, and their eyes showed horror.

"The realm of creation!?"

"We are thousands of feet away from him, how can he still envelope us in his realm of creation!?"

Before they could figure it out, a wave of fairy energy had already swept towards them. They didn't even make a move to resist, and were rushed into their bodies by this violent fairy energy.

I rolled my eyes and fainted. All of this happened in the lightning flash.
Chapter completed!