"Your name is... You Zhaoshan?"

Ning Qi looked at You Zhaoshan and smiled slightly.

When You Zhaoshan saw that Ning Qi knew his name, his expression was obviously a little excited, and he kept saying yes.

"When Yunqi Holy Land moved out, why didn't you come with us? Were you not in the sect at that time?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"The disciple was only an outer disciple at the time. It happened that he had offended some enemies in the early years. During that time, when he was on a mission outside, he was chased by those enemies, so he did not return to the sect. After the disciple eliminated the enemies,

When I went back, the sect was already empty."

You Zhaoshan smiled bitterly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. There are probably many disciples like You Zhaoshan who are too late to come back. However, those people may die of old age or die in battle, and they can get to the level where You Zhaoshan is today.

He was the only one.

"Let's do this. I will go back to Yunqizong with you and spend a month to guide you in your practice. If you don't understand anything, just come and ask me. After one month, I will leave here and come back next time.

I don’t know when it was.”

Ning Qi said lightly.

When You Zhaoshan and others heard this, they were overjoyed at first, and then when they heard that Ning Qi would only stay for a month, they showed signs of hesitation but hesitated to speak.

Returning to the Yunqi Sect, Ning Qi looked at the surrounding scenery with some nostalgia. However, compared with the original, the Yunqi Sect today is obviously much deserted. The total number of people in the sect is only about 200. Ning Qi

Qi spent a month guiding these guys in their cultivation, and when he finally left, he left behind a Qiankun Ring. The cultivation resources in it were enough for Yunqi Sect disciples to have no worries for the next hundred years!

At the same time, he also gave You Zhaoshan and several Yunqi Sect elders each a high-grade magic weapon. Too good a thing can easily cause disaster for them, but the high-grade magic weapon is very moderate, at least in the land of Dongxuan, it is enough to improve the level.

Their combat power is several times greater, and for Dharma Realm monks, the attraction of high-grade magical weapons is not too strong.

…………

Central Continent.

Daoyan Immortal City.

In a dark cave, there is a golden Bagua spinning in the air. The lines on it are densely packed with various special symbols, exuding a simple atmosphere.

Not long after Di Liu Liu rotated, a virtual impression suddenly appeared under the Golden Bagua. If Ning Qi were here, he would find that this was him who killed Chen Zhong in Blood River Square City to seize the Magic Gourd of Joy, and then fought with Zi Yue

The scene where Yanjun enters the battle in the realm of creation.

"Haha, it turns out it was you, little mouse. Yan Jun died in your hands, but I didn't expect that the Magic Gourd of Joy would also fall into your hands..."

A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness of the cave. In the darkness, there was a pair of light green eyes, staring at the scene in front of them.

Cangji Yuanzun used his divination powers to communicate the rules of heaven, and after calculating for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, he finally figured out the cause and effect of Ziyue Yanjun's disappearance.

It's just the strength that Ning Qi showed in it that surprised Cangji Yuanzun. Previously, Ning Qi killed four Immortal King-level beings with his cultivation as the Creator of Two Tribulations. With Cangji Yuanzun's knowledge, it wasn't too much.

amazing.

A long, long time ago, there were several such amazing geniuses in the Central Continent. However, even Ziyue Yanjun, the creator of the Seven Tribulations, died in the hands of the opponent. Cangji Yuanzun had to look at Ning Qi differently.

"Yan Jun had that kind of blood, and all died in his hands. Could this guy be a chess piece set by that person?"

A trace of suspicion flashed through his green eyes.

Not long after, a figure entered the cave.

"Yuan Zun!"

"You go to the Demon Huanxi Sect and ask the Demon Lord Huanxi to come see me."

"yes!"

After waiting for about a day, a young monk who looked to be only 23 or 24 years old appeared outside the cave. He was wearing a black and red robe, but the robe was open, and his chest was completely exposed to the air.

, revealing his strong chest muscles, and a string of black beads hanging around his neck. This person has a cold expression, his lips are black and purple, and his eye bags are very deep, but when his eyes open and close, there is an invisible aura of fierceness.

.

He did not enter the cave, but stood outside the cave.

"Cangji Yuanzun, why are you so anxious to call me here?"

The young monk said coldly.

"Demon Lord of Joy, I heard that you lost your Magic Gourd of Joy?"

In the cave, Cangji Yuanzun's hoarse voice came.

Demon Lord Huanxi's expression changed slightly, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and a sneer hung from the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid all the monks in the Central Continent already know about this matter. Cangji Yuanzun asked me to come here just to tell me this matter.

Can’t make it?”

"If I knew the whereabouts of the Huanxi Demon Gourd and didn't know the attitude of the Huanxi Demon Lord, would I be more respectful?"

There was a hint of joking in the hoarse voice.

"What!?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the eyes of Demon Lord Huanxi. At this moment, he thought a lot, including whether the Demon Lord Huanxi was taken away by Cangji Yuanzun.

"Don't think too much, what is the use of your magic gourd? The magic gourd is not in my hands, but I know whose hands the magic gourd of joy is."

"Lord Yuan Zun, if you know which thief stole the Magic Gourd of Joy, please inform me. I would be very grateful!"

The Demon Lord of Joy cupped his hands and said.

There was suddenly no sound in the cave, and it was silent for a while. When Demon Lord Huanxi became impatient, the hoarse voice inside sounded again.

"Alchemist Alliance, Ning Beixuan."

"Alchemist Alliance Ning Beixuan?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Demon Lord Huanxi's eyes. Who is this person? Why has he never heard of it? He recognizes all the nine alchemy emperors of the Alchemist Alliance. Since he is not one of them, does it mean that there is someone in the Alchemist Alliance?

A person at the Alchemy Saint level dares to covet his Magic Gourd of Joy!?

This is really unbelievable.

After a moment of silence, the Demon Lord Huanxi held his hand again, then turned around and left. As soon as he returned to the Demon Lord Huanxi Sect, he ordered people to collect information about Ning Beixuan.

"Killing four immortal kings in the realm of two calamities of creation? Well, a disciple of our sect is also suspected to have died in his hands? Hahaha..."

Looking at the information in his hand, Demon Lord Huanxi sneered coldly. After a while, he summoned his disciples and issued a wanted order.

"Master, do we need to discuss this matter with the Alchemist Alliance?"

An extremely charming female cultivator stood in front of the Demon Lord of Joy and whispered.

Demon Lord Huanxi stretched out his hand to grab her, moved his hands up and down her body, and said with a cold smile: "What is the Alchemist Alliance? That guy Bodhi Pill Emperor is just the Creator of the Eight Tribulations. If it is really a monk from the Alchemist Alliance, he will kill him."

Chen Zhong, for taking away the Magic Gourd of Joy, I will make them pay the price they deserve this time!"

"Teacher, Master, disciple understands..."
Chapter completed!