Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1830: Second kill

The first thousand eight hundred and thirty seconds kill

"I heard...that on the stele is Ning Beixuan?"

"Not bad..."

"It seems that Demon Huanxi has provoked a madman this time, and he dared to come here to block the door. Is Demon Huanxi really a sect?"

Some influential sects, after offending the enemy, are often hit by the enemy, and then blocked the door for a few years, in order to vent their evil spirits. By the way, let other monks learn about it and come to watch a joke. Regardless of whether the opponent is completely wiped out in the end, face can be restored.

But this kind of thing only often appears in the sects that do not enter the stream. The second-rate sects are slightly more powerful. There are immortal kings in the sect, and they are rarely blocked by people, let alone the happy demon sect. Such a top sect.

More and more monks gathered here, and hundreds of workshops all became empty. Hundreds of thousands of eyes fell on Ning Qi, shocked and 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 flew out of the direction of Huanxi Demon Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them, and they looked around. The leader was Wu Chongxian. Behind him, there were five elders who were also cultivated in the Seven Tribulations.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stele, his eyes fell on the line of blood-colored characters, and he was silent for a while, then looked at Ning Qi, "Since your Excellency has enemies with me, the Demon Sect, you dare to report your name?"

"Who are you? You are in charge of the Demon Sect of Joy?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and smiled lightly.

A cold light flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes, and he said faintly: "Under Wu Chongxian."

Little Mozun, Wu Chongxian?

When the monks around heard the name, their faces suddenly appeared shocked. They stayed here for a long time. They had long heard of the direct disciple of Huanxi Demon Venerable, who was known as Wu Chongxian of Little Demon Venerable.

It is said that this person has extremely terrifying talents. He has been the creator of the Seven Tribulations in less than ten thousand years so far. In the future, he will have the opportunity to become the Creator of the Nine Tribulations and take over the Huanxi Demon Sect!

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

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogant!"

Several elders who were delighted by the Demon Sect saw Ning Qi's attitude, coupled with the blood on the stone tablet, their complexions could not help but turned into an incomparable expression, and they wished to suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Your name, you have not given your name yet."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"You are Ning Beixuan? The magic gourd is on you?"

Wu Chongxian's eyes changed slightly.

The faces of the elders of the Happy Demon Sect behind him showed horror.

"Yes, you want it?"

Ning Qi smiled, took out the Zhuxian Devil Gourd, put it next to him, and smiled lightly: "If you want, come and get it by yourself. If you can take it away, this Zhuxian Devil Gourd will be given to you."

"What Zhuxian Demon Gourd? This is obviously Huanxi Demon Gourd!"

Wu Chongxian yelled coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ning Qi, looking at Ning Qi condescendingly, with a faint mockery in his eyes.

"Little Devil, come back soon!"

The elders of the Happy Demon Sect hurriedly shouted, with anxious expression on their faces. They have received the news that Zhuge Tao died in Ning Qi’s hands. Obviously, Ning Qi’s combat power is definitely in the Eight Tribulations. Above, but Wu Chongxian had been in retreat before, and they had not had time to tell Wu Chongxian the news.

Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of the elders, and a chill flashed in his eyes. He ignored it, but reached out and grabbed it. The Demon Slayer flew into his hand. Wu Chongxian's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he took advantage of the situation. The palm patted Ning Qi's head.

When everyone saw this, they immediately held their breath and watched this scene with a little nervousness. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian, as a well-known little demon of the Happy Demon Sect, has surpassed ordinary immortal king level existence, and Ning From the beginning to the end, Qi didn't have any response, and it was very likely that he would be 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 holding his wrist in disbelief.

"The strength is too small, and the cultivation base is good. It also has a place among the younger generation, but compared to Lei Huang, Tibetan Immortal Reality, Yan Shengzi, you are not a star and a half. No wonder, Huanxi Demon Venerable He is not a master in his own right, and he is considered a third-rate at best. It is normal to cultivate a third-rate arrogant like you."

Ning Qi gave a faint smile.

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

A flash of horror flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes. These three people are the targets he wants to surpass day and night, but they are so understatement when they say to the other party?

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect looked anxious and looked at each other. Qi Qi shot to suppress Ning Qi and went away. If Wu Chongxian died in Ning Qi's hands, I am afraid that they would wait for Huanxi Demon Venerable to return to the sect. It's no better than death.

"Not only did I meet, but I also sent them to Xitian."

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, and in front of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators present, he grabbed Wu Chongxian with a horrified face, and directly smashed the elders of the Happy Demon Sect who flew toward him.

Boom!

They were caught off guard. Wu Chongxian smashed them and turned their backs on their backs, but this kind of injury was not fatal, but the next moment, before they could react, a flash of sword flashed in the air, and then, the nearby monks were good. Regardless of the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect, as long as they are paying attention to this place, they will see a rain of blood in the sky, and countless pieces of meat, regardless of you and me, will fall to the ground with blood.

Second kill!

Until he died, Wu Chongxian had no chance to display the body of ten thousand demons that he had just successfully cultivated.

"His..."

The cultivators present stared at the pool of minced meat on the ground. After reacting, they took a breath and looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded.

"Ning Beixuan is so strong? Even Xiao Mozun was killed?"

"The five elders are not low in cultivation, at least they are the creators of the Seven Tribulations, plus Little Demon Venerable, there are a total of six creators of the Seven Tribulations, how can they even be unable to stop Ning Beixuan with one move?" /

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

The monks of Huanxi Demon Sect did not want to believe what they saw with their own eyes. They rubbed their eyes, and then fell into a panic of fear.

As one of the seven major sects of the Huanxi Demon Sect, they have always been the only ones to beat people. No one dares to kill the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect in full view. As a result, six of them are dead right now. For the Huanxi Demon Sect , A very high-status existence!

Ning Qi smiled and closed his eyes again, as if to do a trivial thing.

At this moment, there is no other monk in Huanxi Demon Sect that is stronger than Little Demon Venerable and the others. The disciples of Huanxi Demon Sect can only watch Ning Qi helplessly.