Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 2775: Fifty thousand meritorious service value

If the gazes of those evil spirits just now had a hint of concealment, now they are looking directly at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei fiercely. The group of evil spirits who are at the same table with them can't wait to stand up. It seems that as long as Ximenjing gives an order, they will swallow Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei.

In the belly!

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, falling down on the table along his cheeks, he didn't dare to move, a strong smile appeared on his face, and his eyes focused on Ning Qi.

"Hehe, living people? I remember I never invited you this time. Who are you? Dare to speak up about my happy event and find death?"

Ximenjing looked at the two coldly, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

After the other ghost kings saw clearly that the person who was speaking was Ning Qi, his face suddenly showed a smile but a smile, which meant to watch the excitement.

As for the Yun Buer of the Ghost Spirit Sect, looking at the eyes of Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei, they brought a trace of dignity and glanced around at the same time.

"When we came, did we find something wrong?"

Yun Buer whispered.

The spirit-level masters at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said to the cloud: "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two are from another sect? Are you planning to grab business with us?"

Yun Buer nodded his head with a solemn expression. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't figure out which spirit class would exist, and dare to laugh at these thousand-year old ghosts in this situation today!

"Spoken words?"

Ning Qi smiled and shook his head, got up and walked in the direction where Ximenjing and others were. The evil spirits present saw it, their eyes followed Ning Qi's figure closely, and there was a hint of curiosity in their hearts. The guy is very bold, dare to be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings, why not retreat and advance? When Ning Qi stood up, Yan Zhibei also stood up. He followed closely behind Ning Qi. There was no way to let him sit at the same table with so many spirit-level evil spirits. It was really embarrassing for him. Right now, this situation is a dead end in the eyes of others, but Yan Zhibei knows that he can only follow closely

Ning Qi, it is possible to survive in death!

Not long after, Ning Qi's figure walked into the group of ghost kings and looked at Simon Jing lightly, while the other ghost kings also looked at the two with curious eyes.

"I said your death is imminent, you really don't believe it?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

Xi Menjing is taller than Ning Qi, lowered his head, looking at Ning Qi condescendingly. He looked fierce and vicious, but now he looks even more scary because of the murderous intent in his heart.

He was about to marry the living concubine in the 98th room. At this moment, he was trembling with fright because of the breath on Ximenjing's body, but she seemed to be able to detect that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were alive. People, so afraid, looking at the depths of their eyes, there is also a hint of hope!

"Boy, let's talk, which sect did you come from?"

Ximenjing took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

When he was in the world, he was just a beggar. After he died, he went to the underworld, step by step to achieve today's achievements. It was definitely not brute force, but the wisdom he accumulated during his years as a beggar. ! It's just that this wisdom happens to be in the underworld, and it shines!

How could a living person without a backing provoke their group of ghost kings on such occasions today?

"Below is only a first-order casual repair."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Spare repair?"

"When did casual repairs become so bold?"

The curiosity in the eyes of the ghost kings is even greater.

Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi, then suddenly said, "If you are really a casual cultivator, you won't be able to leave today."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Ning Qi smiled.

Ximeng Jing had to speak again. At this moment, Ning Qi didn't know when he was holding an extra long sword, which gently pierced into the center of Ximen Jing's eyebrows.

The next moment, with a bang, Ximenjing's body suddenly collapsed, until the moment his soul flew away, he did not react!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 1000 merit points."

The pleasing sound of the system sounded again.

"What's the matter?"

"This son killed Ximen Jing with one sword?"

"Who is he!"

When the ghost kings of all walks of life saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed. Qi Qi stood up and looked at Ning Qi with extreme dread. In addition to jealousy, there was also a hint of horror in his eyes.

Yun Buer and the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples he brought with him this time also looked shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief. The ghost king who has dominated here for many years, the ghost king who has been dominating here for many years, died like this. NS?

How is this possible?

"I said, you are about to die, do you believe it now?"

Ning Qi smiled, his eyes suddenly locked on a ghost king.

Although the ghost king of Beimanshan has no physical body, he is stared at by Ning Qi, and there seems to be a cold sweat on his back. Before he starts, the tip of the sword has penetrated deeply into his forehead!

Boom!

The Ghost King of Beiman Mountain exploded in place and dissipated into the air.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 1,000 merit points!"

The system alert sounded again.

Seeing that Ning Qi killed two ghost kings one after another, where the rest of the ghost kings dared to stand in place, not even daring to say harsh words, and turned around to run away. Those centuries-old ghosts, as well as more ordinary ghosts, also reacted. Come here and run away!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 1,000 merit points!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host..."

"Ding! Congratulations..." The system prompts sounded one after another. Ning Qi didn't care about the ordinary evil spirits, or even the century-old ghosts, but the existence of the ghost king level was all ignored by Ning Qi. Killed, the soul was scattered, and the fastest runner was just able to run to the gate and died at the west gate

In front of the old butler.

The old man stared blankly at a ghost king dying in front of him, took a breath, looked at Ning Qi in shock, forgot to run away. Ning Qi’s merit value continued to explode. Soon, his merit value broke the 50,000 mark. At this moment, both Ximenjing and the ghost kings who came to participate in his wedding this time have all died in Ning. Under the sword of Qi, in the courtyard, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer and his group are left

The disciples, as well as those virgins and the woman who was almost about to respect the bridal chamber with Simon, stayed where they were.

The rest of the ghosts have already run away!

Yun Buer also wanted to run, but his thought, when Ning Qi wandered around to kill the group of ghost kings, suddenly disappeared, and he did not dare to make the slightest change. That is why he lived to the end!

Yan Zhibei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the fear in Ning Qi's eyes a little more.

"Who are you and why are you killing us?" Yun Fuji tried to make himself look calmer, but his trembling voice still made people discover his mood at the moment.