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Those familiar figures were Meng Qingling, Dongfang Havoc, Li Mingye, Niu Dazhuang, Dagouzi, Duan Yingjun, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. When everyone's eyes fell on these eight people, a look of shock appeared on their faces. These seven guys actually showed a trace of breath of Dharma Realm.

What shocked people was not their cultivation, but their obvious understanding of Li Mochou's three daughters, so they must have a very shallow relationship with Ning Beixuan.

When did so many cultivators in the Dharma Realm emerge in the Xuanzhen Immortal Realm?

Some elders of the Wang family's Zhifeng gradually became solemn, and they suddenly had a trace of speculation in their hearts. Perhaps he was not the only one behind Ning Beixuan.

"This child must have experiences that I don't know..."

Wang Tong thought to himself.

"Master of the Eastern Palace, have you also broken through to the Dharma Realm? This..."

Xiaoyue'er was a little surprised.

When they received the news and set out to head towards Qingming Fairyland with Li Mochou, Dongfang Haojie and others had just broken through to the early stage of the Eternal Realm. In just over ten or twenty years, they had actually broken through several levels in a row and reached the early stage of the Dharma Realm? Even faster than the two of them?

"This matter is a long story."

Dongfang Catastrophe smiled slightly.

Meng Qingling glanced around lightly, and her eyes fell on Ning Qi, who was thousands of miles away. After a few breaths of silence, she sent a voice: "It's not just us who came this time."

When Xiao Yue'er heard this, her eyes moved slightly and she glanced at her eyes. She saw many familiar faces on the observation deck of the other six giant cities. Among them were monks in Doudan realm and monks in the Eternal Realm. They were all disciples of the Temple of War God. Even the heads, elders and others of the nine major families in Dongxuan land were all present.

"We have already thought about it. If the boss loses, we can use our lives to buy him some time."

Duan Yingjun grinned.

After not seen for decades, he is still very fat, but his whole body looks much more stable, completely different from the time he was.

Obviously, Duan Yingjun and others must have experienced something in the past few decades, otherwise their cultivation would not have improved so rapidly.

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

Xiao Yue'er smiled slightly, but the murderous intent in her eyes was gathered. She looked coldly in the direction where Wang Lan was and looked at her eyes. Xiao Yue'er raised her provocatively and made a gesture of wiping her neck. Seeing this, Wang Lan and Sikong were furious, but they glanced at Jian Xi with fear, without any action.

Another round of attack began, and various Dharma images, like gods and Buddhas in the sky, surrounded Ning Qi. The colorful power of the law constantly bombarded Ning Qi's prototype, making a deafening roar. The terrifying power of the law could be felt thousands of miles away.

When the monks from the Temple of War God saw this scene, everyone couldn't help but clenched their fists and recorded the monks in the Dharma Realm who were attacking Ning Qi one by one.

Time passes day by day.

Spring goes and autumn comes a few more years.

The siege of Ning Qi not only did not weaken, but became more and more fierce, because many monks were already extremely frightened, and the prototype of Ning Qi's body's Dharma image was gradually becoming obvious.

After being besieged by them for so many years, Ning Qi's Dharma image has not only not collapsed, but has become more solidified. This makes them not afraid. If Ning Qi is really condensed successfully, with the means of defeating the Venerable Tianhu in his late stage of the Eternal Realm, the monks present may face extremely terrifying revenge!

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

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

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the nearby monk immediately took a breath of cold air, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"He's a man."

The Eastern Catastrophe sent a voice to remind him.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zuo Ling'er's eyes. She was obviously a girl, how could she 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 was a woman, she was a woman!

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

"hiss……"

Many monks took a breath. Jianxilai was so easy to talk to?

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

Zuo Ling'er nodded.

"Um?"

Jian Xilai frowned slightly.

"All the ones who attacked my young master are big villains, sister, you are not."

Zuo Ling'er said with a smile.

Jian Xilai smiled faintly, nodded at Zuo Ling'er, and then continued to turn around, his eyes falling on the Dharma appearance outside Ning Qi's body, as if he was thinking.

………

"Battleman! Don't run!"

A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was running wildly in Xuanzhen Giant City. Behind him were more than a dozen boys of the same age chased him while cursing.

Seeing this, passers-by shook their heads and made a move. The dozen or so young men were either the sons of the cave god or the Wang family. Although their cultivation was not high, ordinary monks still didn't want to cause trouble.

The young man who was chased showed a hint of panic on his face, and rushed into the observation deck of Xuanzhen Giant City like a headless fly.

A loud noise suddenly came from a distance, as if thunder was on dry land. After hearing this sound, the boy stopped unconsciously and looked over there.

The dozen or so boys who were chasing him were also attracted by the sound, and even the boys who were close to him who had been 'chasing' were ignored.

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

One of the teenagers suddenly whispered.

When the tallest boy heard this, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said, "That's right, he is our Wang family's Beixuan ancestor!"

"I heard from my father that the ancestor Beixuan has been here for nearly a hundred years."

A young man said suspiciously.

"At least he was here when we were born, but I don't think it's necessary for a hundred years. Look, those seniors are all experts on the Qinglong List. It's impossible for anyone to support them for a hundred years under such an offensive!"

A young man pointed at the distance.

The direction he pointed, thousands of Dharma-like cultivators were facing Ning Qi's attack that had been condensed and formed, with extremely three-dimensional Dharma-like appearances, but were useless.

Wang Lan, who had become a little mature, was also among them. As Jiuyou's abandoned disciples kept using her strongest moves on Ning Qi, trying to destroy Ning Qi's magic image.

"Who said it was impossible?"

A loud voice sounded behind everyone's back. Everyone looked at him and saw that it was a young man in his thirties, so he curled his lips disdainfully.

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