"What's wrong with the young master?"

Zuo Ling'er's face showed a look of horror. She watched Ning Qi's body dissipate in the world. This was simply a terror!

"Nothing will happen."

Xiao Yue'er pinched Zuo Ling'er's hand and comforted her, but there was a trace of worry in her own eyes.

"Can it be the process of the boss condensing the Dharma image? What's wrong with it?"

Duan Yingjun said in a little puzzled way.

"It is unlikely that Brother Ning has been disturbed by the outside world in the past hundred years. It is impossible that the process of condensing Dharma images has been in trouble in the last step but made a mistake."

Dongfang Haojie's eyes were full of confidence. With his understanding of Ning Qi, he could not make such a low-level mistake.

"Hahaha? The body is shattering? Even if the Dharma image is condensed, it is also an unattached Dharma image!"

Sikong couldn't help laughing as he watched this scene.

Wang Lan's lips also curled up slightly.

Jiuyouqian frowned, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

The Supreme-level genius genius in Qingming Fairyland raised a sneer, and suddenly slashed at Ning Qi with a sword, cutting through the sky, and slashed Ning Qi's magic image like thunder.

As a result, his sword was cut in vain.

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. The sick young master's sword force directly passed through the Dharma image in front of him and slashed on the open space behind him.

Jiuyou abandoned disciple immediately took action, but he ended up like a sick young master. He could not even hit Ning Qi's Dharma image, as if the Dharma image was an illusion.

"Virtual and real..."

Jian Xilai's brows frowned slightly, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. The monks nearby saw Jian Xilai's brows frowned slightly, and many people fell into a daze and looked at him blankly, with a hint of intoxication on their faces. But the next moment, they were awakened by the sudden murderous intent and dared not look at Jian Xi again.

"What a monster, what do men look so beautiful!"

Many monks secretly complained to themselves.

Wang Lan and Sikong did not believe in evil and also attacked Ning Qi. This time, their attack fell on Ning Qi's Dharma image, but a white light flashed by, and the two of them suddenly retreated dozens of steps, and blood was already overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

"Sometimes illusory, sometimes real? What kind of Dharma image is this?"

"Look at me!"

Someone exclaimed.

I saw the starlight transformed by Ning Qi's body gradually merged with the Dharma.

This scene shocked everyone. At this moment, the Seven Saints who were watching from afar in Zhonggu City all looked at each other.

Whether it is the Four Saints Continents or the Central Continent, they have never heard of anyone who will lose their physical body and the integration of Dharma when they break through to the realm of Dharma. This seems to them very incredible and simply subverts the cognition of the world of practice!

"You can't be condensed successfully by him!"

Wang Lan shouted. Over the past century, her hatred with Ning Qi had reached the point of immortality. If Ning Qi condensed her Dharma image, she would definitely not let her go. Wang Lan knew this very well, so at this critical moment, she directly reminded a group of Dharma image cultivators.

Suddenly, the overwhelming Dharma image directly attacked Ning Qi.

The originally translucent Dharma image is gradually solidifying, and everyone can clearly see the facial features of the Dharma image. It is a face exactly the same as Ning Qi!

The only difference is that this Dharma image wore a golden crown and a mysterious suit. Although the eyes were not opened, it gave people an extremely heavy feeling.

After the attack of the crowd fell on it, the Dharma image was completely solidified, exactly the same as Ning Qi, but it was only a few times.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to the early stage of the Dharma Realm!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for condensing the lowest level of the heavenly level and the eternal immortal emperor's Dharma image!"

The system prompt sound suddenly rang.

In an instant, Ning Qi's eyes slowly opened. As the moment they opened and closed, a arrogant aura came from Ning Qi. Many cultivators who were attacking him were shocked by this aura and stopped their bodies.

At the same time, waves of strange phenomena appeared behind Ning Qi.

There is a jade house covered in clouds and mist.

There are strange beasts that everyone cannot recognize.

There is a hymn.

In the jade hall of Qiong Tower, there were many figures that were not clearly visible to everyone, and they were kneeling to Ning Qi from afar.

At the same time, Xiao Liu's figure suddenly appeared beside Ning Qi, looking at the scene with shock.

"how so?"

A trace of fear appeared in Xiao Liu's eyes. Ning Qi gave him the feeling that it was very terrifying. That aura seemed to destroy this world.

The vision was still expanding. The next moment, Xiao Liu gritted his teeth and spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood. The essence and blood turned into a dragon in the air, and finally condensed into a simple pattern, which was instantly imprinted on Ning Qi. At this time, the vision behind Ning Qi began to gradually dissipate.

"Luckily, that guy probably didn't notice..."

Xiao Liu looked up with a pale face. The mouth of essence and blood just now cost him a huge price, and then his figure disappeared again.

"Young Master!"

"Lord of the Palace!"

One by one, a series of figures came towards Ning Qi through the air, with hundreds of them. Jiuyouqitu and others realized this, but they did not dare to attack these figures. One was to worry about the sword coming from the west, and the other was to worry about... Ning Qi!

Although Jiuyou's abstention from the Lord was unwilling to admit it, Ning Qi now gave him an unfathomable feeling, as if he had seen the Seven Saints!

"You are also in the Dharma Realm."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ning Qi's mouth. When he looked at Dongfang Haojie and others, Ning Qi was slightly stunned when he glanced at Meng Qingling, then nodded with a smile. Meng Qingling looked at Ning Qi at this time and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In just over a hundred years, he was just a little guy who was a fighting king, but today he grew up to this point.

"I haven't seen each other for a long time, but I have a lot of things to say when I return to the Temple of War. Before that, I have something to do."

Ning Qi said lightly.

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly nodded, and then figures disappeared into the air in full view.

Even if Jianxi came to the west, Jiuyouqitu and other half-step great perfection existences, and the seven saints who were watching the ancient city, could not find out what method they used to disappear.

This scene shocked everyone.

"For more than a hundred years, you have beaten me for more than a hundred years..."

After Li Mochou and others returned to the Temple of War God, Ning Qi's eyes fell faintly on Wang Lan and others.

"Pretending to be a god! He has just broken through the Dharma Realm. No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be? Let's take action together to suppress this guy!"

Sikong suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yes! We thousands of Dharma-like cultivators, plus the masters on the Qinglong List, aren't they his opponents?"

“Go together!”

Suddenly, a large group of people responded to Sikong's call. Just as they were about to move, Ning Qi suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and a stream of fairy spirit surged out. Sikong's body suddenly flew into Ning Qi's hands uncontrollably. This scene shocked everyone.

What power is this?
Chapter completed!