"I heard... the person on the stone tablet is Ning Beixuan!?"

"good……"

"It seems that the Huanxi Demon Sect has provoked a lunatic this time, and he dares to come here to block the door. Do you really think that the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of those unpopular sects?"

Some unpopular sects often have their enemies knock on their door after offending them, and then block the door for several years, just to vent their anger and let other monks know about it and come to see the joke, so no matter what happens in the end.

Even if you don't completely wipe out the opponent, you can still regain face.

But this kind of thing only often happens to low-ranking sects. Sects that are slightly more powerful and second-rate have immortal king-level existences in their sects, so they are rarely blocked by people, let alone top-notch sects like the Huanxi Demon Sect.

Sect.

More and more monks gathered here, hundreds of streets and markets all became empty, hundreds of thousands of eyes fell on Ning Qi, some were shocked, some were curious.

Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone tablet, with his hands gently resting on his knees. At this moment, several figures suddenly flew out from the direction of the Huanxi Demon Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them and they all looked at them. The leader was Wu Chongxian, followed by five elders who also had the same cultivation level of Seven Tribulations.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stone tablet, his eyes fell on the line of red characters, he was silent for a while, and then looked at Ning Qi, "Since you have a grudge against my Huanxi Demon Sect, do you dare to declare your name?"

"Who are you? Are you in charge of this Happy Demon Sect?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and smiled lightly.

A cold light flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes, and he said calmly: "I am Wu Chongxian."

Little Demon Lord, Wu Chongxian!?

When the monks around him heard this name, their faces suddenly showed shock. They had been here for a long time and had long heard of Wu Chongxian, the direct disciple of the Demon Lord Huanxi, who was known as the Little Demon Lord.

It is said that this person's talent is extremely terrifying. He has only been practicing for about ten thousand years, and he is already the Creator of Seven Tribulations. In the future, he will have the opportunity to become the Creator of Nine Tribulations and take over the Demonic Joy Sect!

"Wu Chongxian? I haven't heard of it. You should go back and stay."

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogant!"

When several elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect saw Ning Qi's attitude and the bloody words on the stone tablet, their faces turned livid and they wished they could suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Your Excellency, I haven't told my name yet."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"Are you Ning Beixuan? The devil of joy is in you?"

Wu Chongxian's eyes changed slightly.

The faces of several elders from the Huanxi Demon Sect behind him showed looks of horror.

"Not bad, you want it?"

Ning Qi smiled, took out the Immortal Killing Demon Gourd, put it beside him, and said with a smile: "If you want it, come and get it yourself. If you can take it, I will give it to you."

"What the Immortal Killing Demon Gourd? This is obviously the Joy Demon Gourd!"

Wu Chongxian shouted coldly and disappeared immediately. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ning Qi, looking down at Ning Qi with a touch of ridicule in his eyes.

"Little Demon Lord, come back quickly!"

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect shouted quickly, with anxious looks on their faces. They had received the news that Zhuge Tao died in Ning Qi's hands. Obviously, Ning Qi's combat power was definitely above the Eight Tribulations.

However, Wu Chongxian had been in seclusion before, and they had not had time to tell Wu Chongxian the news.

When Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of the elders, a coldness flashed in his eyes. He ignored it and stretched out his hand to grab it. The Immortal Killing Demon Gourd immediately flew into his hand. Wu Chongxian showed a hint of joy in his eyes and took advantage of the situation to palm Ning.

Qi's head was slapped away.

When everyone saw this, they immediately held their breath and watched this scene slightly nervously. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian, as the famous Little Demon Lord of the Huanxi Demon Sect, had surpassed ordinary immortal king-level existences in strength, while Ning Qi had never

In the end, there was no response, and he was probably slapped to death.

However, when Wu Chongxian's palm was still an inch away from the back of Ning Qi's head, he stopped. He looked at the palm grabbing his wrist in disbelief.

"Your strength is too small, but your cultivation level is pretty good. You have a place among the younger generation. But compared to the Thunder Emperor, Zangxian Zhenren, and Yan Shengzi, you are not even a bit inferior. It's no wonder that the Demon Lord Huanxi is not

Any master can be regarded as a third-rate talent at best, so it is normal to cultivate a third-rate talent like you."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Thunder Emperor, Zangxian Zhenren, Yan Shengzi!? Have you met them?"

A trace of horror flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes. These three people were the goals he wanted to surpass day and night, but when he said it in the other person's mouth, it seemed so understated!?

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect looked anxious, looked at each other, and moved towards Ning Qi to suppress him. If Wu Chongxian died in Ning Qi's hands, I am afraid that when the Huanxi Demon Lord returns to the sect, their fate will not be the same.

How much better than death.

"Not only have I met them, I have also sent them to the West."

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, and in front of hundreds of thousands of monks present, he grabbed the horrified Wu Chongxian and threw him directly at the elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect who were flying towards him.

boom!

They were caught off guard and were knocked upside down by Wu Chongxian. However, such damage was not fatal. However, the next moment, before they could react, a burst of sword light flashed in the air. Immediately afterwards, the nearby monks and Huanxi Demon Sect

Regardless of the monks, as long as they were paying attention to this place, they all saw a rain of blood appear in the sky, and countless pieces of flesh, regardless of you and me, all fell to the ground with the blood and water.

Instant kill!

Until his death, Wu Chongxian had no chance to use the body of all demons that he had just successfully cultivated.

"hiss……"

The monks present stared blankly at the puddle of minced meat on the ground. After reacting, they all took a breath of cold air and looked at Ning Qi with dumbfounded eyes.

"Ning Beixuan is so strong!? Even the Little Demon Lord was killed!?"

"Those five elders are not low in cultivation. They are at least the Creators of the Seven Tribulations. Together with the Little Demon Lord, there are a total of six Creators of the Seven Tribulations. How could they not even be able to block Ning Beixuan's move!?"

"The Little Demon Lord is dead, and the elders are also dead. What's going on..."

The monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect didn't want to believe what they saw with their own eyes, so they rubbed their eyes one after another, and then fell into a panic.

As one of the seven major sects of the Huanxi Demon Sect, they have always been the only ones to hit people. No one dared to kill the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect in public. As a result, six of them died directly. For the Huanxi Demon Sect, their status was extremely high.

High existence!

Ning Qi smiled and closed his eyes again, as if he had done a trivial thing.
Chapter completed!