In the past few years, Bu Shaofeng, brother and sister, have led the way. Not only did Ning Qi not take the wrong road, but he took several shortcuts. Several roads were considered by the monks to be desperate, but Bu Shaofeng knew that as long as he was careful, he

A few can shorten most of the journey, because at the end of that road, there is something like a space array. No matter the point you enter or the point you come out from, it is safe!

"Are we almost reaching the City of the Dead?"

Ning Qi smiled slightly and looked far into the distance. Under his gaze, there was a huge city shrouded in mist thousands of miles away. The walls of this huge city were built with the skulls of various creatures. Among them

There are many human monks, some alien monks, and even the skeletons of dragon monks!

"Senior, the monks in the City of the Dead are fierce and vicious, but this city is built on the only way to the desperate situation of death. I heard that the city lord of the City of the Dead uses this to make money.

Every city has to hand over a sum of cultivation resources that satisfy them. The amount of these cultivation resources is not fixed, it all depends on their mood!"

Bu Shaofeng whispered.

"According to what you said, there should be monks secretly ambushing us before arriving at the City of the Dead?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"100% sure, but they will not harm the local guides. After all, the guides are bringing them practice resources."

Bu Shaofeng smiled bitterly.

"Haha, that's just right."

Ning Qi chuckled and walked towards the City of the Dead, followed closely by the Bu Shaofeng brothers and sisters, looking around with vigilant eyes. However, they were not too nervous in their hearts. Along the way, Ning Qi's cultivation was...

It has convinced the two of them that they can reach the desperate situation of death safely.

After walking about three hundred miles, Ning Qi suddenly stopped.

"Hey, this little sheep found us."

A soft sound came, and then a figure appeared from the void. It was a monk with red hair and a rough appearance. Four or five monks appeared in the void one after another.

"There's only one, and there are two more guides, right?"

"Well, he's not even the Creator of the Calamity. Now we can only see how many cultivation resources this little lamb has. Is it enough to pay for a drink for our brothers?"

"No matter how small the flies are, they are still meat. There have been fewer and fewer fat sheep in recent years, so don't dislike them."

The red-haired monk sneered, and then his eyes fell on Bu Shaofeng and the two of them, "Get out of here, remember to bring more people here, otherwise I will kill you for meat next time I meet you!"

Brother and sister Bu Shaofeng looked at each other calmly without making any move, but there was a trace of ridicule in their eyes.

"Yes, no matter how small the fly is, it is still meat."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Um!?"

The red-haired monks were slightly startled, and their eyes gradually became serious. Before they could say anything, a burst of sword light flashed through. These creators, whose cultivation level was no more than two tribulations, were instantly killed by Ning Qi.

The system beeps sound several times in succession.

Ning Qi looked at his attribute panel.

Host: Ning Qi.

Level: Creator of Three Tribulations.

Creation point:9375/10000.

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

Life value: one dollar.

Dragon Slayer Crystal: 21230.

The surrounding scene changed instantly, and Ning Qi and the others instantly entered the realm of creation.

"You guys wait here for me for a moment."

Ning Qi warned the two brothers, Bu Shaofeng, and they nodded quickly.

With a movement of his body, Ning Qi disappeared in front of the two of them and came to the fairy tale-like valley. When he saw Holy Concubine Hantian this time, he directly spent 5,000 Dragon Slaying Crystals to exchange for the 'Three Flavors True Flame Body'

, Ning Qi kept a thousand of the remaining dragon-slaying crystals as spares, and replaced them all with azure water.

One drop of one hundred dragon-slaying crystals, Ning Qi exchanged for about one hundred and fifty drops, which was used to irrigate the Purple Void Sacred Tree, which was enough for a while.

"Beixuan, be careful out there."

Holy Concubine Hantian looked at Ning Qi with some worry.

"rest assured."

Ning Qi smiled, reached out to help Holy Concubine Hantian comb her hair, and left the realm of creation.

On the short journey of thousands of miles to the City of the Dead, Ning Qi encountered four waves of thieves. Each wave only had four or five people. The closer to the City of the Dead, the higher the cultivation level of the monks who attacked. Among them was the Creator of the Four Tribulations. If

In the outside world, if the Creator of the Four Tribulations casually joins any force, is he afraid that he will not have the resources to practice?

However, in a place like the City of the Dead with few cultivation resources, if they don't grab it, let alone cultivation, it will be difficult to ensure that their cultivation does not regress over time.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the gate of the City of the Dead. There was a faint smell of decay coming from the city wall made of dense bones. There were eight monks at the city gate. They were squatting, standing or lying down in boredom. When they saw Ning Qi San

When the people arrived, one of them stood up and gave Ning Qi and the others a strange look.

"How did you get here?"

The monk was not a human monk. He had a head that looked like a locust. Under the black robe, there were more than a dozen arms faintly visible.

He spoke the human language, and his accent was a little weird. It sounded like something was leaking from his mouth. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even understand what this guy was talking about.

"Come here."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Come here?"

The alien monk glanced at Ning Qi suspiciously, then looked into the distance, secretly muttering to himself: How could anyone let such a combination go to the City of the Dead?

However, since Ning Qi and the others have arrived in front of the City of the Dead, according to the unwritten rules, they have no reason to stop Ning Qi and do not need to register. After all, there are many monks who have offended big shots and are hiding here.

Many of the monks offended even terrifying beings like the seven major sects, including the Lord of the City of the Dead, so naturally there was no need to register any identity.

Here, as long as your fists are big enough and you have a good relationship with the city lord, you can do whatever you want, and no one will care about killing people at will!

"Go in."

"Thank you."

Passing through the city wall made of thick bones, and walking into the City of the Dead, it suddenly dawned on me. The City of the Dead was bustling with activity, even compared to Dafang City in the wilderness. Inside, in addition to the Creator, there were more refiners.

A monk at the Qi level, Doudan realm, Immortal realm, and Dharma realm.

Like the Bu Shaofeng brother and sister, their cultivation is not very conspicuous after entering the City of the Dead. After all, among the monks walking on the streets here, there are also monks who are in the early stage of the Half-Step Creation and Dharma Realm.

"Senior, these monks are all from the City of the Dead. They mostly work outside the City of the Dead. They can be considered local aborigines."

Bu Shaofeng whispered.

Ning Qi nodded, and his eyes suddenly fell on a shop not far away. At this moment, the shopkeeper with Doudan realm cultivation was carrying a plate of bright red skulls to the customers, with pink brains inside, and this
Chapter completed!