"We can't go out! If we go out, we will definitely die!"

The selected monks looked at each other, stood up, gathered together, and looked at Zhao Lang with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Lang was originally staring at Ning Qi. Hearing this, he glanced at them coldly: "It's not up to you to get out!"

"roar!"

A roar came from outside, accompanied by several screams. Everyone's expressions changed, and they all walked to the door of the ruined temple and looked into the distance.

Ning Qi and the others are no exception.

I saw a translucent shadow in the distance. It was holding a head and a headless corpse in its hands, roaring to the sky. The clothes on this shadow were very old, and it was probably that they had died several times.

A hundred thousand or even millions of years of existence!

As if aware of the condition of the ruined temple here, the phantom's gaze shot towards this place in vain!

Xiao Wuye and others looked at each other and suddenly took action. Among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were only the creators of the first tribulation, and some were the creators of the second tribulation. Facing Xiao Wuye, this group could compete with the creators of the fourth tribulation.

The genius of the sect was completely vulnerable to a blow, and was suppressed by them directly, and then was thrown outside the ruined temple!

"You shall not die well!"

The group of monks roared at Xiao Wuye and others in the bloody rain, and then fled in all directions, because Xiao Wuye and the others were standing at the entrance of the ruined temple. It was impossible to go back. They could only see if they could be destroyed by the ancients.

When the strong soul is killed, escape to the next refuge point!

Those monks who were not selected had a look of pity in their eyes. If their cultivation level was lower, they would be the ones who were thrown out today.

In the world of spiritual practice, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say!

"There are three more people!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on Ning Qi and the others, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Are you going out on your own, or should I do it?"

Tu Kong's eyes flickered, but there was a trace of expectation in his heart. If Ning Qi and the others were thrown outside the ruined temple and killed by the soul of the ancient strong man, he would feel relieved.

"senior……"

Brother and sister Bu Shaofeng looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled and ignored Zhao Lang. When Xiao Wuye and others saw this, they glanced at Zhao Lang. Zhao Lang suddenly felt angry and walked straight towards Ning Qi. A mighty force of creation,

It surged out of his body!

Everyone was slightly startled, because Zhao Lang's move was not to throw Ning Qi and the others outside the ruined temple, but to directly kill Ning Qi!

"As expected of a monk from the Huanxi Demon Sect, he acts so domineeringly!"

Many monks secretly cursed in their hearts.

Just when everyone was convinced that Ning Qi and the other three were bound to die, Ning Qi moved slightly, appeared behind Zhao Lang, and kicked Zhao Lang on the butt. The next moment, Zhao Lang exclaimed,

The whole body flew out of the ruined temple. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Ning Qi did it deliberately. The direction he flew to was exactly where the soul of the ancient strong man was!

"Brother!"

Following Xiao Wuye and the others into the ruined temple, there were two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect. Seeing Zhao Lang being kicked out of the ruined temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Puff!

With their feet moving like clouds and water again, the two monks from the Demon Joy Sect immediately followed Zhao Lang's footsteps and flew towards the soul of the ancient strong man.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror and turned to look at Ning Qi unwillingly and resentfully. Then, he was torn into pieces by the soul of the ancient strong man without any resistance, and his two junior brothers

The end is the same as Zhao Lang!

After killing these three people, the soul of the ancient strong man landed in front of the ruined temple. It looked at everyone indifferently with its cold eyes. At this time, a golden light appeared on the ruined temple. When it saw this, it looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar, heading towards the ruined temple that had just escaped.

The monks chased him.

drop……

Some monks dripped cold sweat on the ground. After the soul of the ancient strong man left, they breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with disbelief.

Zhao Lang is the Creator of the Three Tribulations and a monk of the Happy Demon Sect. His combat power at the same level is definitely stronger than that of ordinary sects and Sanye monks!

However, such a being was actually kicked out by the other party and died in the hands of the ancient strong soul. This really made them have a great change in Ning Qi's strength. When they looked at Ning Qi, they also felt...

There was a hint of fear and fear in his face, and he clearly only exuded the aura of the Creator of the Second Tribulation, but he was so much stronger than the Creator of the Third Tribulation. This was probably an existence pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!

The monk who was the first to lie down in the corner and scolded Bu Shaofeng had a look of fear in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi was so powerful, he would have given up his seat obediently just now.

"Zhao Lang...is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and others looked at Ning Qi with strange eyes. Zhao Lang, like them, was a proud disciple of the seven major sects. Among these seven people, his combat power was not at the top.

It’s not that bad! Fu Ji has competed with Zhao Lang, and they are evenly matched!

As for the strongest Xiao Wuye, it would take at least a hundred moves to defeat Zhao Lang, and the energy consumed must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are strong men of the same level who have the domain of creation. Even if there is a gap in strength, after each uses the domain of creation, this gap will be shortened to a very short distance!

"Amitabha, do you know who the person you just killed was?"

Sakyamuni looked at Ning Qi and smiled slightly.

"The monk from the Huanxi Demon Sect seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Um!?"

Everyone's eyes became even weirder. Now that they knew that Zhao Lang was a monk from the Huanxi Demon Sect, and that the other party had killed Zhao Lang, or that he had personally sent Zhao Lang to hell, yet he was so calm at this moment?

Everyone's fear of Ning Qi has deepened. Zhao Lang is already dead, and they are taking refuge in a forbidden area. Now there are exactly fifty people in the ruined temple. There is no benefit in arguing with Ning Qi, so

Xiao Wuye took the lead and turned around to find a place to sit cross-legged. When the monks there saw this, they all moved aside with ugly expressions.

"That's it, that's it..."

Tu Kong and the other three people suddenly realized. They finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Du Laogui. It was not because of Ning Qi's speed, but... Ning Qi's combat power was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Although Old Ghost is the Creator of Three Tribulations, he is naturally weaker than the monks of the Demonic Joy Sect. Even the monks of the Demonic Joy Sect can be kicked away, so what do they think about Old Ghost Du and the others!?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.
Chapter completed!