"How is it possible..."

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of Lord Hongmeng. He knew that Ning Qi was very strong, but the other party was really strong enough to defeat their nine peak fighting masters together!?

Even a one-star fighting saint cannot do this!

At the beginning, he remembered that Ning Qi's cultivation at that time was not even that of Dou Zun. In his eyes, he was as insignificant as an ant!

The other eight kings were also secretly shocked in their hearts, and at the same time they began to quietly heal their wounds. They looked towards Ning Qi and saw that he did not make any more movements, and they were relieved in their hearts.

In the hell, for a moment, the silence was so quiet that you could hear the needle drop, and you didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"It's almost time for your master to arrive, right?"

Ning Qi smiled and looked towards the horizon: "Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here soon."

Who is Cao Cao?

A trace of doubt arose in Dudu's heart, could it be some strong man from the land of Dongxuan?

Three rays of light came through the sky one after another and landed directly next to Venerable Hongmeng and others.

One of them is none other than Venerable Hongmeng's master, Mo Sheng, and the other two are also disciples of the Ziyang Sword Emperor, beings at the fighting saint level.

However, in Ning Qi's eyes, the cultivation of these three people is weaker than the ordinary saints of the Qingdi Holy Land. In his own eyes, they are no different from ants.

"Who are you!? Why did you hurt my disciple?"

Mo Sheng glanced at Ning Qi, who was sitting on the golden throne with his legs crossed, with some fear, and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his ears twitched slightly, and he had already heard the voice transmission from Lord Hongmeng, telling him Ning Qi's origin. Mo Sheng's face became even more gloomy.

"You almost know who I am, right? Stop talking nonsense. You are no match for me. Go and call Xu Zhen. He is the only one I can barely stand up and play with."

Ning Qi smiled.

"hiss……"

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

This guy is not even afraid of Mo Sheng and the others!?

"Crazy boy."

The fighting saint next to Mo Sheng sneered and seemed to want to take action, but Mo Sheng stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Senior Brother Mo Sheng, aren't you intimidated by him?"

There was a trace of disdain on the corner of the Fighting Saint's mouth.

Another Fighting Saint saw this and said nothing. He always felt that Ning Qi was a bit weird, especially the throne under his buttocks, which made him feel faintly palpitated.

Let alone him, even Xu Zhen would feel palpitations when he saw the king-grade soul. This was a crushing of the soul and had nothing to do with cultivation!

"He calls the master by his full name, which is obviously something he relies on. If we take action without authorization, I'm afraid something will happen. I have already sent a message to the master, and he will be here soon. Then we will argue with you!"

Mo Sheng preached.

"good!"

When the Dou Sage heard this, he sneered and nodded. His eyes scanned Ning Qi unscrupulously, and he deliberately stayed a few breaths longer at places like his neck and heart.

But when he discovered that Ning Qi was not afraid, but instead looked at him with a half-smile, the fighting saint immediately let out a cold snort: "I hope you can continue to sit when my master comes."

With the help of Mo Sheng and the others, the injuries of the nine Venerable Hongmeng have improved a bit, and at least they can stand up. At this moment, they are all standing behind Mo Sheng and the other three with sullen faces, wondering what they are thinking in their hearts.

As for Tu Ba, he did not run away, but took the opportunity to hide behind Lord Hongmeng and others, which would make him feel safer.

Before the Ziyang Sword Emperor came, Ning Qi's soul had already penetrated into the earth. After searching around, and remembering a few mines where middle-grade god-refining stones might appear, a familiar figure came through the air and landed on it.

Mo Sheng's side.

This middle-aged man's appearance is very ordinary, but there seems to be a scar at the corner of his mouth, a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and smooth, he is a bit taller than ordinary people, and he wears a uniform

On his waist was a purple robe inlaid with gold, and a sword scabbard hung empty inside.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Purple Yang Sword Emperor!"

Saint Mo, Venerable Hongmeng, and the miners here all saluted the middle-aged man respectfully.

Ziyang Sword Emperor glanced at them lightly. When he saw the golden throne under Ning Qi's butt, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Finally, his eyes fell on Ning Qi.

"Are you really brave? How dare you show up here?"

The corners of Ziyang Sword Emperor's mouth raised slightly.

"I can come here whenever I want and leave whenever I want. Who can stop me?"

Ning Qi said with a smile not to be outdone.

"We haven't seen each other for just a few years, but you are quite confident. Have you forgotten how you escaped with your life in embarrassment from me that day?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes: "Let's do this, hand over the things and I will spare your life today."

"I do have a good suggestion."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

"What proposal?"

Ziyang Sword Emperor asked patiently.

Mo Sheng and the others were a little surprised. According to Master's temper, Ning Qi should have been suppressed by now. What is it that makes him even a little afraid!?

Could it be...

The three of them looked at the golden throne under Ning Qi's butt, which was transformed by Ning Qi's king-level soul.

The three of them suddenly understood why Ziyang Sword Emperor did not take action immediately.

"Your name is Xu Zhen, right? Tell me about your grudge against Yun Qizong to satisfy my curiosity. Maybe I can let you go today, regardless of the hatred you had for chasing me."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

Hearing the three words Yunqizong, Ziyang Sword Emperor was suddenly filled with a layer of murderous intent. He looked at Ning Qi coldly and said: "If you want to know so much, I can tell you, but

, you want me to see if you have this qualification."

After saying this, a purple sword with a length of a hundred feet suddenly formed from behind him.

"Have you condensed the ninth-grade soul to the limit?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and then he suddenly realized. Venerable Tianzhu once said that Ziyang Sword Emperor suddenly broke through to Dou Emperor. It was probably because he discovered the magical use of Tianling Crystal, which has the power of Tianzhu.

The prison supplies him with a steady stream of Heavenly Spirit Crystals, so it's not surprising that he can refine his soul to the limit.

"Ninth-grade soul?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes, "You also know about divine souls? Are they divided into grades?"

"I didn't distinguish the grade of the soul, it's just that you are ignorant."

Ning Qi smiled.

Ziyang Sword Emperor originally planned to test it, but now he was not in a hurry. He said calmly: "How many grades of souls are there in total?"

"The ninth level of the soul is the lowest, and the first level is the strongest. However, above the first level, there is also the king level. You don't need to know the levels above the king level, because you will never reach this level in your life."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Is there such a thing as this?

The three of Mo Sheng looked at each other, and there was a change in their hearts, because from the beginning to the end, their master, Ziyang Sword Emperor, never told them about condensing the soul!!!

There was a hint of coldness in Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes: "It seems that you also have a divine soul. I wonder what level your divine soul is?"

"Me? Wang Pin."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Wangpin!?

Ziyang Sword Emperor was stunned. He thought that Ning Qi was at most one level better than him, but the other party actually said that he was a king-level soul!?

Doesn't this mean that he has been thrown away by eighteen streets!?

impossible!

Ziyang Sword Emperor showed a hint of coldness: "In that case, I will compete with you for soul!"

He didn't believe that Ning Qi's soul would be stronger than him. He had been condensing his soul in the Dragon Prison for many years before he could condense it to the limit. Ning Qi? A few years ago, he was not even a Dou Zun guy. Even if his soul was a king-level one,
Chapter completed!