Chapter 1681 A foot like a flowing cloud

"We can't go out! We will die if we go out!"

The selected monks looked at each other, stood up together, gathered together, and looked at Zhao Lang with a vigilant look.

Zhao Lang was originally staring at Ning Qi, and he heard this and glanced at them coldly: "You can't help but not go out!"

"roar!"

A roar came from outside, accompanied by a few screams, and everyone's expressions changed and they walked to the gate of the ruined temple and looked into the distance.

Ning Qi and the others are no exception.

I saw a translucent phantom in the distance, holding a head and a headless corpse in my hand, making a roar towards the sky. The costumes on this phantom were very ancient and probably had been dead for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years!

As if he had noticed the situation of the ruined temple here, the phantom gaze shot towards him in vain!

Xiao Wuye and others looked at each other and suddenly took action. Among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were the Creator of the One Tribulation, and some were the Creator of the Two Tribulations. Facing Xiao Wuye's group of sects who were able to compete with the Creator of the Four Tribulations, they were vulnerable at all and were suppressed directly by them. Then they threw them hard outside the ruined temple!

"You guys won't die a good death!"

The group of monks roared at Xiao Wuye and others in the bloody rain, and then ran away everywhere, because Xiao Wuye and the others were standing at the gate of the ruined temple. It would be impossible to go back. They could only see if they could escape to the next refuge when they were killed by the soul of the ancient powerful man!

The monks who were not selected flashed with pity in their eyes. If their cultivation level was slightly lower, they would be the ones who were thrown out today.

In the world of cultivation, it is true that who has the biggest fist and who has the final say!

"There are three more people!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on Ning Qi and the other two, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Are you going out by yourself, or should I do it?"

Tu Kong's eyes flashed, but there was a hint of expectation in his heart. If Ning Qi and the other two were thrown outside the ruined temple and killed by the soul of the ancient powerful man, a knot in his heart would be removed.

"senior……"

Bu Shaofeng and his sister looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled and ignored Zhao Lang. Seeing this, Xiao Wuye and others glanced at Zhao Lang. Zhao Lang felt anger in his heart and walked straight towards Ning Qi. A huge force of creation surged out of his body!

Everyone was slightly stunned, because Zhao Lang's actions were not to throw Ning Qi and the others outside the dilapidated temple, but to directly kill Ning Qi!

"I am worthy of being a cultivator from the Huanxi Demon Sect, and I act so domineeringly!"

Many monks secretly complained in their hearts.

Just when everyone was sure that Ning Qi and the other two would die, Ning Qi moved slightly and appeared behind Zhao Lang, kicking Zhao Lang's butt. The next moment, Zhao Lang exclaimed and his whole body flew out of the ruined temple. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Ning Qi did it on purpose. The direction he flew to was exactly where the soul of the ancient powerful man was located!

"Senior Brother!"

Two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect who followed Xiao Wuye and the others into the ruined temple were also subconsciously attacking Ning Qi.

Puff!

With his feet like flowing clouds and water, the two cultivators from the Happy Demon Sect immediately followed Zhao Lang's steps and flew towards the soul of the ancient powerful man.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror, turned his head unwillingly and resentfully to look at Ning Qi. Then, he was torn to pieces by the soul of the ancient strong man without any resistance. His two junior brothers ended up like Zhao Lang!

After the soul of the ancient powerful man killed these three people, he landed in front of the ruined temple gate. He looked at everyone indifferently with cold eyes. At this time, a golden light appeared on the ruined temple. Seeing this, it roared to the sky and chased the monk who had just escaped from the ruined temple.

drop……

A monk's sweat fell on the ground. After the soul of the ancient powerful man left, they breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with disbelief.

Is Zhao Lang a creator of the Three Tribulations or a cultivator of the Huanxi Demon Sect? His combat power at the same level is definitely stronger than that of ordinary sects and sanye cultivators!

However, such an existence was kicked out by the other party and died in the hands of the soul of the ancient strong man. This really changed their strength greatly. When they looked at Ning Qi, they also had a hint of fear and fear. Although they were only scattered with the aura of the Creator of the Two Tribulations, they showed that they were so much stronger than the Creator of the Three Tribulations. This is probably an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The monk who was lying in the corner and scolded Bu Shaofeng, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi was so powerful in combat, he would have given up his seat obediently just now.

"Zhao Lang... is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and others looked at Ning Qi with strange eyes. Zhao Lang was like them. As a genius disciple of the seven major sects, among these seven people, his combat power was not as good as the top one. It was not very bad! Fu Ji competed with Zhao Lang, and the two were comparable!

The strongest Xiao Wuye will only take at least a hundred moves to defeat Zhao Lang, and the effort it consumes must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are both powerful men of the same level who have the field of creation. Even if there is a gap in strength, the gap will be shortened to a very short time after each exerting the field of creation!

"Amitabha, do you know who is the person who was killed by you just now?"

Shakyamuni Ruye looked at Ning Qi and said with a smile.

"The monk from the Huanxi Demon Sect seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Um?"

Everyone's eyes became even more strange. Since they knew that Zhao Lang was a cultivator of the Huanxi Demon Sect, the other party killed Zhao Lang, or sent Zhao Lang to hell with his own hands, he was so calm at this moment?

Everyone's fear of Ning Qi deepened a little. Zhao Lang was dead and they were taking refuge in the forbidden area. Now the number of people in the dilapidated temple is exactly fifty. It would be no benefit to argue with Ning Qi anymore. So Xiao Wuye turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged. When the monks in that place saw this, they all moved aside with ugly expressions.

"So that's it, so that's it..."

Tu Kong and the other two suddenly realized that they finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Du Laogui. It was not Ning Qi's speed, but... Ning Qi's combat power was not as simple as it seemed. Although Du Laogui was the creator of the three tribulations, he was naturally weaker than the cultivators of the Huanxi Demon Sect. The other party could even kick the cultivators of the Huanxi Demon Sect with one kick. What can Du Laogui and others calculate?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain outside was still falling, and a roar came from time to time.

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