Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1285: Thirteen Passes

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-five chapters and 13 levels

"How is it possible..."

Everyone's expressions were extremely shocked. Qiu Feng looked at this scene in a daze, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. His brain seemed to be equipped with a motor, and he turned quickly, and in a blink of an eye he calculated if Ning Qi had reached tenth. Three levels, the upset, how many Azure Dragon Crystals should be compensated.

A full eight hundred thousand! Eight hundred thousand green dragon crystals!

Even if he is a monk in the early stage of the Dharma Realm, there is nowhere to find so many Azure Dragon Crystals. This is equivalent to a year's income of a sect!

If he is the lord of the sect, it’s okay. It’s a big deal for the people in the sect to drink the northwest wind for a year. If you delay the tribute of the holy land, you can also make up these 800,000 green dragon crystals. However, Qiu Feng is just a distraction. build! Don't say 800,000, after calculating the account, he might not even be able to get one hundred thousand Azure Dragon Crystal.

Qiu Feng looked around and found that everyone was in shock. Even Ba Xia Pudu and Ba Xia Zi Kun didn’t seem to notice him. Qiu Feng moved quietly and slowly ran to the surrounding area. Besides, at this moment, a monk noticed this and hurriedly shouted.

"The gambling ghost wants to escape! Everyone, catch him!"

"God old ghost, you **** only crushed a hundred green dragon crystals here, is it necessary to harm me like this?"

Qiu Feng was furious, and cursed at the monk who had reported it. His figure turned into a flash of lightning and galloped away. At the same time, a monster with scales and a human body and fish head appeared. Behind Qiu Feng, blocking the pursuit of soldiers for him, this is Qiu Feng's Huang-level middle-ranking magic image: the shark's magic image!

Fortunately, he didn’t show up. With this one, there were hundreds of Dharma pictures that fell from the sky immediately. There were golden-armored warriors holding huge swords and glaring eyes, giant snakes with nine heads, and five-legged dragon heads and horses. Hundreds of fascinating aspects of various levels appeared out of thin air, surrounded by Qiu Feng.

Looking at these monks with indifferent eyes, Qiu Fengqian laughed: "Everyone is misunderstanding, isn't that kid who hasn't passed the thirteenth level yet? I just got up and moved my bones."

After saying that, he turned around in the eyes of everyone and returned to the tower of Tongtian and sat down.

When everyone saw this, they withdrew all the dynastic aspects, and returned to Qiu Feng with a cold snort, surrounded by more than a dozen layers inside and out. Qiu Feng was already unable to fly.

"Damn it! Don't pass the thirteenth level, please, little ancestor!"

Qiu Feng prayed secretly in his heart.

Everyone's mood was completely different from Qiu Feng's. Apart from shock, the monks who had bet the unpopular were almost grinning.

"Ancestor, this guy, won't he really be able to pass thirteen levels, right?"

Baxia Pudu's face is a bit ugly, even he can only wander in the eleventh level, breaking into the twelfth level at most, but a mere immortal late cultivator has already passed the twelfth level?

This is really unacceptable.

"The son of Fairy Phoenix, really is extraordinary, if his blood is the same as his father, this Azure Dragon Continent, I'm afraid it will make a comeback again."

Ba Xia Zi Kun's face gradually became serious, and he really didn't expect Ning Qi to reach this level.

"If Liekong learns this news, I am afraid he will come directly from the void."

Ba Xia Pudu curled his lips.

At the beginning, Feng Jiuxian was forced by Liekong to live or die, so what about his son?

Lie Kong didn't even need to make a move. He only said a word, and the Great Sage Xuanzhen would unite with several other Great Sages to force Feng Jiuxian and Wang Muting into a dead end.

No matter what, as long as you don't break through the Dharma Realm and become the Creator in one day, you will not be able to compete with Liekong.

His father, Venerable Lieyang, has lived for nearly a million years. When the Overlord sees him, he must behave well and dare not go beyond the slightest!

………

In Shanhaiguan.

Thirteenth level.

Ning Qi surpassed all the thorns and thorns, and finally reached this level. The price was that he was badly injured three times and consumed more than 30 pieces of the underworld weapon.

There are several levels. Ning Qi’s opponents are various strange races. Among them is a centipede that is dozens of miles long. The poison is so strong that it almost killed Ning Qidu by poisoning. This centipede guarded the twelfth level. Presumably those Tianjiao who could only get to the eleventh level at the beginning were defeated in its hands.

But now the corpse of the centipede is already wrapped in Ning Qi's space. Its body is used for refining equipment, and its poison gland is used for refining alchemy, both of which are the best choice.

"Thirteenth level, why is it so weird."

Ning Qi's gaze fell on a house in the distance. There were deserted mountain roads nearby. As soon as he arrived here, the house attracted Ning Qi's attention.

Is this place inhabited?

Or the guy guarding the thirteenth level is a monk?

"Hundreds of years, finally someone has come here again, my friend, please come in."

A soft voice rang in Ning Qi's ear.

Ning Qi was stunned when he heard the words, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked directly in the direction of the small courtyard. No matter what the other party was selling, he always had to face it.

When people came to the yard, the door opened by itself. This yard is not big, it only looks like four or five rooms. Once the door is opened, you can see an old man sitting beside the central stone table with a smile. Holding a book in his left hand, gently tapping his thigh with his right hand. When he saw Ning Qi, he raised his eyes slightly and smiled at Ning Qi: "Little brother, come over and sit down."

"Senior, are you the guard of the 13th pass?"

Ning Qi went to sit down in front of the old man, and said straightforwardly.

"Yes."

The old man nodded with a smile, and admitted frankly. He just looked at Ning Qi from the sidelines. The real attention was still on the ancient books in his hands, as if there were delicious cakes on it, and he was eating with relish.

"What do I need to do to pass this pass?"

Ning Qi smiled and glanced at the ancient book. There was no word on it.

"Just chat with me. If I let you live, it's over. If I don't let you live, you won't live."

The old man gave a faint smile.

The air in front of Ning Qi suddenly moistened, and then an ice crystal cup condensed in front of Ning Qi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of heat from inside, exuding a faint tea fragrance of yellow orange orange, crystal clear, as if there was a whirlpool inside, with a few tea leaves swirling in it.

A vigilant color flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. From beginning to end, he didn't see where the tea came from.

"Brother, drink."

The old man smiled lightly.

Ning Qi smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank it, the old man's eyes seemed to flash with distress, and Chao Ning Qi said: "You can't taste tea."

"Senior, please enlighten me."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

The old man immediately taught Ning Qi a lot of tea tasting methods. In the end, he looked up and down Ning Qi and said: "I recognize your parents."