Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1317: My sister must be a good person

The first thousand three hundred and seventeenth chapter sister must be a good person

The familiar figures are Meng Qingling, Eastern Catastrophe, Li Mingye, Niu Dazhuang, Dagouzi, Duan Yingjun, Zhang Long and Zhaohu. When everyone’s eyes fell on these eight people, There was a hint of shock on his face, and all these seven guys showed a hint of magical state.

The shocking thing is not their cultivation level, but they obviously know Li Mochou's three daughters, so they must have a very close relationship with Ning Beixuan.

When did so many cultivators appear in the Xuanzhen Wonderland?

Some of the elders of the Wang family's Mount Zhifeng gradually became serious. Suddenly there was a hint of speculation in their hearts. Perhaps Ning Beixuan was not the only one behind him.

"This son must have an experience that I don't know..."

Wang Tong thought secretly in his heart.

"Hall of the East, have you also broken through to the realm of Dharma? This..."

Xiao Yue'er was a little surprised.

When they received the news that they set off with Li Mochou and rushed towards the Green Underworld Wonderland, the Eastern Catastrophe and others had just broken through to the early stage of the immortal realm. This was only a short period of more than ten or twenty years. How many steps did it even break through and reach the early stage of the Dharma Realm? Even faster than the two of them?

"This is a long story."

Oriental Catastrophe smiled slightly.

Meng Qingling glanced around indifferently, her gaze fell on Ning Qi, who was thousands of miles away, and after a few breaths of silence, she said, "It's not just us who are here this time."

When Xiao Yue'er heard the words, her eyes moved slightly, and she looked up and swept away, only to see a lot of familiar faces on the viewing platforms of the other six giant cities. Among these people are the cultivators of the pill-fighting realm and immortality. Realm cultivators, they are all disciples of the Temple of War, and even the Patriarchs, elders and others of the nine major families in the East Profound Land were all present.

"We have already thought that if the boss loses, we can use the life pile to buy him some time."

Duan Yingjun grinned.

I haven't seen him for decades, his figure is still very fat, but the whole person looks a lot more stable, and he is completely different from the original.

Obviously, Duan Yingjun and others must have experienced something in the past few decades, otherwise the cultivation base would not have advanced so much.

"Don't worry, as long as the young master condenses the form, all these guys will die."

Xiao Yue'er smiled slightly, but the killing intent in her eyes remained condensed. She coldly looked in the direction where Wang Lan was, and stared at her. Xiao Yue'er's provocative mouth raised and made a gesture. With the gesture of wiping his neck, Wang Lan and Sikong were furious at the sight, but she glanced at Jianxi in fear without any movement.

Another round of offensive began. Various forms, like gods and buddhas in the sky, surrounded Ning Qi. The power of the colorful laws constantly bombarded the rudimentary form of Ning Qi, making a deafening sound. The roar, thousands of miles away, can feel the power of that terrible law.

When the cultivators of the Temple of War saw this scene, everyone couldn't help clenching their fists, and wrote down the Faxiangjing cultivators who had attacked Ning Qi one by one.

Time passes day by day.

Spring goes to autumn for several years.

The siege of Ning Qi not only did not weaken, but became more fierce, because many monks were already extremely frightened, and the rudimentary form of Ning Qi's body had begun to gradually become apparent.

Being besieged by them for so many years, not only did Ning Qi’s physiognomy not collapse, but it became more solid, which made them not afraid. If Ning Qi was successfully condensed, he could defeat Tianhu with his late immortal realm cultivation base. Judging by the means of the venerable, I am afraid that all the monks present will face extremely terrifying revenge!

"Sister, are you the young master's friend?"

One day, Zuo Ling'er finally couldn't help curiosity, and asked Jian Xilai, who was standing in front.

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the nearby monk suddenly took a breath, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"He is a man."

Eastern Catastrophe reminded.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zuo Ling'er's eyes. He was obviously a girl, how could he be a man?

Xiao Yue'er's eyes moved slightly. She knew that Zuo Ling'er had a sixth sense that was almost magical. Since she said that this person is a woman, she is a woman!

When everyone thought Jian Xilai would be furious, Jian Xilai turned around slightly, glanced at Zuo Ling'er, and said: "I am not your young master's friend."

"His..."

Many cultivators took a breath, Jian Xilai is so easy to talk?

"Oh, that sister must be a good person."

Zuo Ling'er nodded.

"Huh?"

Jian Xilai frowned slightly.

"Everyone who shot my young master is a big bad guy, sister, you are not."

Zuo Ling'er said with a smile.

Jian Xilai gave a faint smile, nodded towards Zuo Ling'er, and continued to turn around, his gaze fell on Ning Qi's body outside, thoughtfully.

………

"Wild species! Don't run!"

A fifteen or six-year-old young man ran wildly in the giant city of Profound Reality, behind him there were a dozen young people of the same age chasing and cursing at the same time.

When the nearby passers-by saw this, they shook their heads and let go. The dozen or so teenagers were either children of Dongtian or Wang's family. Although their cultivation level was not high, ordinary monks still didn't want to cause trouble.

The young man being chased showed a trace of panic on his face, and like a headless fly, he rushed into the viewing platform of the Great Profound City.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, like thunder in a dry land. After hearing this sound, the boy stopped unconsciously and looked over there.

The dozen or so teenagers who were chasing behind him were also attracted by this sound, and even the teenagers who had been ‘chasing and killing’ him were ignored.

"Wang Zhen, I heard that that is your ancestor of the Wang family."

One of the teenagers suddenly whispered.

When a young man with the tallest stature heard the words, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said: "Yes, he is the ancestor of our Wang Family Beixuan!"

"I heard my father say that the ancestor Bei Xuan has been here for nearly a hundred years."

A young man said suspiciously.

"At least when we were born, he was here, but in a hundred years, I don’t think it’s necessary. Look, those seniors are all masters of the Blue Dragon Ranking. It is impossible for anyone to be such an offensive. Next, support for a hundred years!"

A young man pointed to the distance.

In the direction he pointed, thousands of practitioners of Fa-images were facing Ning Qina's already-condensed Fa-images, with extremely three-dimensional facial features unfolding a fierce but useless offensive.

Wang Lan, who had matured a bit, was also among them, following the Jiuyou abandoned disciples, constantly performing her strongest moves on Ning Qi, trying to destroy Ning Qi's face.

"Who said it was impossible?"

A loud voice sounded behind everyone, and everyone looked at him together, and when they saw that it was a young man in his thirties, they curled their lips in disdain.