"Fore, senior..."

Several creators of the creator of the first tribulation looked at Ning Qi in great fear. From the domain of creation, it can be seen that Ning Qi's cultivation is far greater than theirs. The creator of the creator of the first tribulation who made a sound was extremely regretful at this moment. Why did he be this bird of success? He looked at Ning Qi and finally straightened his tongue and said, "Senior, the misunderstanding must be a misunderstanding. You have such a high cultivation level. I guess you are here to clear out the remnants of the God of War Temple, right?"

"I am the remnant of the God of War Temple in your mouth, Ning Beixuan, the lord of the God of War Temple."

Ning Qi looked at the monk and said lightly.

"What!?"

The few people were shocked, and the monk who spoke wanted to slap him a few times.

"Sir, please spare me!"

The few people reacted very quickly and knelt down and begged for mercy. As for the dignity of the Creator, they had been left behind by them at this moment. Faced with this terrible existence in the boundless realm of creation, they were no different from ants.

"Isn't it too late to shout for forgiveness now?"

Ning Qi sneered, and thoughts moved, and the few people exploded on the spot, and they could not die anymore. At this time, the system's prompt sound rang.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing five creators of the first catastrophe and obtaining five points of fortune."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining eighty dragon-slaying crystals."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the seventy-three dragon-slaying crystals."

"bite!"

The sin values ​​of several people allowed Ning Qi to harvest more than 300 dragon-slaying crystals, but what made Ning Qi care about was the point of creation. Ning Qi was immersed in the system and checked the attribute panel.

Host: Ning Qi.

Level: Creator in one calamity.

Point of creation: 5/100.

Kung Technique: The seventh level of the Dragon and Elephant Art of Prison Control.

Health: One Yuan.

Dragon Slaying Crystal:82350.

Not only is there an extra option for creation points in the attribute panel, but the unit of health has also become one yuan. When Ning Qi broke through to the seventh level of the Prison Dragon Elephant Achievement, his health value exceeded 10 billion, but at that time there was no change in the attribute panel.

Obviously, tens of billions of health points are a threshold.

"After one hundred fortune points, you should be able to advance to the Creator of the Second Tribulation. At that time, there will be a thunder tribulation to practice the Dragon and Elephant Art of Suppressing Prisons."

This is a virtuous cycle.

In the following days, Ning Qi walked a long way, and his divine thoughts dispersed everywhere, and he did not find the aura of the disciples of the God of War Temple. From the fact that only five creators of the Qin and Tang Empire were ambushed, we can know that because time has passed for thousands of years, fewer and fewer monks are chasing the disciples of the God of War Temple.

………

Qinglong Continent.

Xuanzhen Fairyland.

Wang Family Ancestral City.

Today, three distinguished guests came to the Wang family’s ancestor city. Wang Yan, the current head of the Wang family, went out to greet him personally. When the monk saw this scene, he was secretly shocked.

Now, since the Great Saint of Xuanzhen disappeared, Wang Yan's cultivation has vaguely surpassed the Great Saint of Xuanzhen and was elected as the new generation of family heads. Those three people can let Wang Yan go out to greet him, which means that they are likely to be the realm of creation.

"The Wang family is in trouble again. Those three people are probably here to inquire about the whereabouts of Ning Beixuan, the killing god. Speaking of Ning Beixuan's surname, Ning, if you think carefully, you are not considered a member of the Wang family. Why do they come here to fight Qiufeng?"

"That is, every time the Wang family has to pay an astonishing price to send those people away. Over time, the twelve cave heavens in Xuanzhen Immortal Realm have basically defected to other fairylands. Now, the Wang family's orders can only be used in the Wang family's ancestral city and some surrounding giant cities, so that the monks who depend on this place have many less cultivation resources than before."

"Speaking of the killing god Ning Beixuan has been missing for four thousand years, right? I guess he had died in a foreign land. They are here just to fight the autumn wind..."

Ning Qi heard the words of these people and looked in the direction where the Wang family was.

"Wang Yan has become the head of the family. Did the Great Sage Xuanzhen and Aunt Jian come out of the Void Realm? They were still the Immortal King of Ganges..."

Thinking of this, Ning Qi frowned slightly. Even if the Immortal King of Ganges wanted to attack the two of them, it was unlikely that they would be able to attack them. After all, they were entering the Void Realm of Pudu Immortal King. If they could really walk out of the Void Realm alive, the Immortal King of Pudu would never have someone slapped him in the face like this.

...

Wang Family.

In addition to Wang Yan, the current Grand Elders of Zhifeng appeared one by one in the reception hall. At this moment, a red-faced monk sat on the main seat, and two middle-aged monks sat on each side.

As the lord of this place, Wang Yan, instead, led the elders of Zhifeng, standing in front of the three monks with a respectful expression.

"I wonder what the three seniors of Piaomiao Sect are doing here?"

Wang Yan bowed.

The red-faced monk glanced at him lightly, "What else can I do? Have you found Ning Beixuan's whereabouts?"

The elders of the Wang family looked a little ugly.

Wang Yan whispered: "I have sent all the children of the Wang family to try my best to find Ning Beixuan's whereabouts, but I still haven't received any information. Please forgive me, three seniors, and give me some gratitude..."

"A few more days? Haha..."

Before the red-faced monk could speak, the middle-aged monk on the right head started to sneer, "Since Ning Beixuan is still under the jurisdiction of the Alchemist Alliance, your Wang family has not been destroyed. I have given you opportunities again and again, but you can't find Ning Beixuan's whereabouts? According to the rules, your tribute this time is 50% more than the last time."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yan's face, "The tribute is ready."

"Honor!"

The elders of the Zhifeng Mountains quickly looked at Wang Yan. Now the Wang family's foundation is almost empty. If they give such a rich tribute this time, even their cultivation resources will be insufficient.

"Oh? What do you think?"

The red-faced monk's eyes fell on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong's face looked a little ugly. Before he could speak, Wang Yan quickly smiled and said, "Senior, don't blame me, please check the tributes for this time first."

After saying that, Wang Yan stepped forward respectfully and handed the red-faced monk a Qiankun Ring. The red-faced monk swept his divine thoughts and it was full of elixirs, immortal herbs, and some refining materials, which were equivalent to the harvest of Piaomiao Sect in the Lumen Immortal Dynasty for a month. He only needed three people to share these things equally and didn't have to hand them over, so he was naturally quite satisfied with the quantity.

"Yes, for your sincerity, I will give you another two hundred years."

The red-faced monk smiled faintly.

Wang Yan was slightly stunned, "I didn't have been grace last time for more than 500 years..."

"Last time was last time, do you have any objections?"

The red-faced monk snorted coldly, and a faint power of creation emanated from his body. Everyone in the hall suddenly looked solemn. Seeing this, Wang Yan didn't dare to do so.

The three of them sneered and stood up and left. When one of them passed by Wang Zhong, he waved his hand gently and Wang Zhong flew backwards like a shell, not knowing life and death.
Chapter completed!