"Finally found it! It's him! Kunxu Tower is on him! Everyone goes up together!"

"Oh no! Why is this guy so strong? He is no match! Retreat quickly!"

"Old Ancestor Beixuan, spare your life!"

Similar to the scene above, it kept happening, and Ning Qi found that no matter which direction he went, there were a bunch of flies staring at him.

Even those monks in the eternal realm are ready to move.

"I'll ask you one, and you'll answer, and if anyone tells a lie, they'll kill you."

In front of Ning Qi, three early-stage monks in the Dharma Realm were kneeling. Their Dharma Realm had been destroyed. When they thought of thousands of years of practice, they might have been destroyed. Their bodies began to tremble. After hearing Ning Qi's words, the three of them nodded quickly.

"Are the entire Pure Yang Fairyland monks are looking for me now?"

Ning Qi looked at one of them lightly and said lightly.

The guy just hesitated for a moment, and Ning Qi took off his head with his knife.

The remaining two early-stage monks in the Dharma Realm saw this scene and snatched a sigh of fear, and quickly rush to speak: "Yes, yes! Ancestor Beixuan, now the entire Pure Yang Fairyland is looking for you. The masters on the Qinglong List are basically flocking to you, because the Seven Saints gathered in the Middle Ancient City and issued an order, whoever can grab the Kunxu Tower in your hand will own this Kunxu Tower!"

The Seven Saints Gathering?

Ning Qi's expression changed slightly, and a faint sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why don't they personally take action to suppress me?

As far as I know, the great sage of Chunyang is in the Pure Yang Fairyland, right?”

"If this happens, it will cause a melee of the Seven Saints. At that time, the Qinglong Continent will probably be broken, so the Seven Saints will let us rob it ourselves. In fact... it is mainly those geniuses under the Seven Saints. With the strength of the Ancestor Beixuan, only these geniuses have the chance to seize the Kunxu Tower in the hands of the Ancestor Beixuan."

The monk said with a flattering look on his face.

"Genius?

What kind of genius?

Wang Wei and others?"

Ning Qi frowned slightly, and he didn't expect that he had become a tool for the game of the Seven Saints. However, if he wanted to seize the Kunxu Tower from him, it was a daydream. Even if the Seven Saints came, he could not find a hair from the Kunxu Tower from him.

"Ancestor Beixuan..." The monk was so scared that he almost urinated out when he saw Ning Qi frowning. He quickly told Ning Qi all the limited information he knew.

After hearing this, Ning Qi sneered: "Wang Lan is here too?

It's so lively, the Holy Son of Kunpeng, the Holy Son of Aolong..." After a pause, Ning Qi looked at the two monks coldly: "You can get out."

“Yes, yes!”

The two monks quickly stood up and ran away, but before they could escape a few feet away, their bodies immediately stiffened.

It’s not that Ning Qi didn’t keep his promise and attacked them again, but… “Wang Lan, I smell you.”

Ning Qi's voice sounded faintly.

"How did you find us?"

Sikong's surprised voice rang.

Two figures appeared in front of the two embarrassed Dharma Realm cultivators. Wang Lan and Sikong waved their hands gently, and the two flew backwards to both sides and landed heavily on the ground. Sikong looked at Ning Qi with surprise, as if he was extremely curious about Ning Qi's whereabouts.

"Wang Lan?

It won't be..." The two cultivators in the Dharma Realm who were injured and injured were not angry, but looked at each other in surprise. If Wang Lan was really the person they imagined, then this time it would be possible to suppress Ning Qi. At that time, even if they couldn't get the Kunxu Tower, they could at least watch the guy who destroyed their Dharma Realm with their own eyes, being suppressed, and exhaled a sense of anger in their hearts! Ning Qi looked at Sikong and Wang Lan with a smile, and said lightly: "There are only two of you?"

"Little junior sister, I didn't expect that he was really in this direction. We are lucky this time. Let me suppress him and seize the Kunxu Tower for you!"

Sikong smiled slightly at Wang Lan.

“Let’s wait.”

Wang Lan reached out to stop Sikong and looked at Ning Qi with a cold look. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes. She could clearly feel that Ning Qi's current aura was very different from the last time she met. If Ning Qi was just an ant in her eyes at that time, Ning Qi's aura had now risen to a somewhat threatening puppy in her eyes.

"I'll ask you where my mother went!"

Wang Lan looked at Ning Qi coldly and said.

"Don't you know where your mother went?"

Ning Qi's expression was a bit strange. The Great Sage Xuanzhen suppressed Wang Shaoqing and did not say hello to her daughter?

“You know?

Say it quickly!”

When Wang Lan saw Ning Qi's expression, he knew that Ning Qi must have known Wang Shaoqing's whereabouts.

"You ask me to say it, I'll say it?"

Who are you old?"

Ning Qi smiled slightly and said.

If it were someone else, maybe Ning Qi would have said that it was just that Wang Lan's attitude made Ning Qi feel displeased from beginning to end. He just didn't want to tell Wang Lan that Wang Shaoqing had been suppressed by the Great Sage Xuanzhen.

"Bold! When death is approaching, how dare you speak to your junior sister like this?

I'll give you a chance to tell the young junior sister the whereabouts of her mother, and then take out the Kunxu Tower and hand it over to me! Otherwise..." Sikong narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Qi coldly, with extremely strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"Otherwise what?"

Ning Qi smiled faintly.

"Otherwise I will peel you and get cramps, deprive you of the eternal realm of cultivation, and take you to the Nine Heavens Sword Sect forever to suppress you, and you will not be reborn!"

Sikong sneered.

"I'm so scared."

Ning Qi smiled.

Sikong and Wang Lan were slightly stunned. They obviously found that Ning Qi was not afraid, but instead had a hint of teasing. Anger suddenly surged in their hearts.

Boom! A Vajra Magical Eye fell from the sky, and Wang Lan took the lead in attacking Ning Qi! "Nine Heavens Sword Formation Eye!"

Sikong shouted loudly, and the phantom of nine giant swords appeared in the air, carrying an extremely sharp aura, and attacked Ning Qi in conjunction with Wang Lan's Vajra Magical Evil.

Both Dharma images are both the best yellow-level ones, and they are vaguely trying to break through the lowest level of Xuan-level ones. When they work together, their power will increase exponentially! Ning Qi can feel that the cultivation of these two people is weaker than that of Wang Yan and Wang Shi. If he traces back to the origin and cools down, it will be easy to deal with these two people. But now, he has to raise his thirteen-point vigilance and slashes at one sword. The surging power of the law condenses a sword that is hundreds of feet long, as if he wants to cut through the sky! Boom! The attacks of both sides collided violently, and the terrible aftermath was like a level thirteen-level hurricane sweeping around.

Ning Qi's body flew backwards, but the Vajra Dharma Image and the Nine Heavens Sword Formation Image did not get much benefit. A crack had appeared in the place where he was cut by the Dragon Slaying Sword! "How could it be?"
Chapter completed!