As soon as Chen Zhong finished speaking, the snow in the sky suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped, turning into sharp sharp blades with cold and coldness. Immediately afterwards, these blades shot towards Ning Qi as their target, and layer upon layer of sharp blades fell on Ning Qi. Everyone saw that the seat where Ning Qi was standing had turned into a hedgehog ball.

The offensive was not over yet, as if endless sharp blades were attacking Ning Qi. The height of the hedgehog ball gradually increased, and in a short while it reached more than ten feet high! "Isn't it just dead like this?"

The monks in the distance looked at each other, feeling a little surprised and puzzled. Could it be that they could kill four immortal king-level existences that could not even take up a single move of this person?

Chen Zhong looked at the "Hedgehog Ball" coldly. He was confident that even the Creator of the Six Tribulations would be seriously injured without preparation in advance. The snow that turned into a sharp blade was not ordinary. Each of them was condensed in the realm of creation for many years and used various means, which were also mixed with certain treasures of heaven and earth. Even a medium-grade defensive spiritual weapon might not be able to withstand this attack.

A crisp sound came.

Chen Zhong's face changed slightly, and everyone saw a crack suddenly appearing on the hedgehog ball, and the crack slowly expands like a spider web.

Boom! With a loud bang, the sharp blade condensed by white snow immediately rolled back towards Chen Zhong. A trace of shock flashed in Chen Zhong's eyes, and he hurriedly pulled away and avoided.

"He seems to have nothing to do..." The red-robed monks brought by Zi Yueyanjun, the geniuses of the Happy Demon Sect brought by Chen Zhong, and the monks from Xuehefang City all looked at Ning Qi with shock and disbelief. Under the attack just now, Ning Qi was actually unscathed?

If Zhu Suan on his feet had not been penetrated by many sharp blades, everyone even suspected that Chen Zhong had just shown mercy.

"No, don't kill me, spare my life..." Zhu Suan coughed up blood while begging for mercy. The wounds on his body were covered with Chen Zhong's creation power and could not heal at all. The blood flowed on the white snow, shocking.

If Ning Qi hadn't deliberately protected his vitals, Zhu Suan would have died at this moment.

"You're dying, I'll give you a ride."

Ning Qi smiled faintly and slashed Zhu Suan's head. The system prompt sound suddenly rang out, and his lucky point reached 780 points.

When the monks of the law enforcement team saw this scene, they seemed to have their hearts been pulled hard. Their immediate superior, the creator of the creator, was trampled on their heads?

A cold feeling of lip loss and teeth arose in their hearts... "A seven-tribulation creator, two six-tribulation creator, and these kittens and fish, counting, it's enough to have two hundred and twenty-point creation points. Today you are not here to suppress me, but to give me experience, haha."

Ning Qi looked at Zi Yueyanjun and Chen Zhong, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What's this person talking nonsense?"

Everyone didn't understand it very much. Most of their attention was focused on Zhu Suan. A creator of the first kalpa died in a mess, and he did not use any means until his death. This made those monks in the Dharma Realm and monks in the Eternal Realm who had not yet broken through to the realm of creation feel their contempt.

"Elder Chen Zhong, why not let me do it?"

Zi Yueyanjun raised her eyebrows.

“No need!”

Chen Zhong looked at Ning Qi coldly, and the snowflakes in the sky suddenly increased several times. When he was about to use the same trick again, Ning Qi suddenly slapped him with a palm.

Nine Flames Daluo Palm! Nine kinds of fairy flames instantly swept away the coldness around them. The white snow on the ground melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The nine kinds of fairy flames condensed into an extremely huge flame handprint, covering Chen Zhong. As long as the snowflakes in the sky approached the handprint, they would turn into snow water dripping.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Zhong's eyes, and the snowflakes around him whirl wildly, gathered in front of him, forming a snow shield.

The snow shields were stacked layer by layer, with nine layers. After the Jiuyan Daluo Palm broke through eight of them in succession, it seemed that its strength had ended. Chen Zhong's mouth raised slightly, and a hint of mocking appeared in his eyes.

"It's interesting, but such an offensive still cannot be hurt..." Puff! The last layer of snow shield broke when he heard the sound. Chen Zhong looked at an extremely huge stick in horror and fell on his head.

Before he could react, he was hit by the stick and his body fell heavily to the ground with the stick.

Boom! Before the white snow had time to melt, it was instantly hit and flew into the air. Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and their thoughts were a little short-circuited.

"Elder?

The little thief was killed!"

When the genius of the Huanxi Demon Sect saw this scene, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes. Then several people went to check Chen Zhong's injuries. The rest rushed towards Ning Qi with murderous intent on their faces. The four or five realms of fortune were almost at the same time. The Blood River True Immortal glanced at Zi Yueyanjun, "Do you want help?"

"No need, let them fight first."

A smile flashed in Zi Yueyanjun's eyes. He wanted this effect. As long as Ning Qi killed a few geniuses of Huanxi Demon Sect, he could completely pull Huanxi Demon Sect into the water. Although he was unwilling to admit it, in Zi Yueyanjun's subconscious, Ning Qi was indeed very strong, so strong that he was not sure, and killed Ning Qi on the spot... "Hmm?

Why can't he be taken into the realm of creation?"

A hint of horror flashed in the eyes of the geniuses of the Happy Demon Sect. They planned to take Ning Qi into the Creation Realm, but when they approached, they found that no matter how they activated the Creation Realm, Ning Qi was still standing still, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at them.

"goodbye."

Ning Qi smiled, raised his hand and waved it, and the Panlong Stick immediately fell towards the group of geniuses. After the geniuses of the Happy Demon Sect nearest to Ning Qi were hit by the Panlong Stick, his body was split into pieces and exploded into a blood mist. Seeing this, the other people's eyes were suddenly broken. Before they could react, the Panlong Stick had already fallen towards them again.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Three consecutive blood mists exploded. The nearby monk looked at the scene in a daze. Zi Yue Donghua, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help but tremble, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. His strength was slightly worse than that of these geniuses of the Happy Demon Sect. If Ning Qi had taken action directly at him at the beginning, he might not be able to withstand a single move, and would end up dead without a complete corpse... "Ding... Congratulations to the host for obtaining fifteen lucky points..." These four people were all the Creator of the Three Tribulations, which brought Ning Qi sixty lucky points of benefits.

"Your Majesty dares!!"

Chen Zhong saw this scene just after he recovered and roared out in great grief and anger.
Chapter completed!