In the past few years, with Bu Shaofeng and his sister leading the way, Ning Qi not only did not take the wrong path, but instead took a few shortcuts. Several roads were considered to be Jedi by monks, but Bu Shaofeng knew that as long as he was careful, most of the road could be shortened, because at the end of that road, there were existences like space magic circles. No matter the point you entered or the point you came out, it was safe! "Are you almost at the Dead City?"

Ning Qi smiled slightly and looked into the distance. Under his eyes, there was a huge city shrouded in fog thousands of miles away. The walls of this giant city were built with the skulls of various creatures. Among them, there were many human monks, some foreign monks, and even the skeletons of the dragon monks! "Senior, the monks of the Dead Man City are fierce and vicious, but this city is built on the only way to the desperate situation of death. I heard that the city lord of the Dead Man City makes money by this. As long as it is an existence below the Creator of the Six Tribulations, if you want to pass the Dead Man City, you must submit a cultivation resource that will satisfy them. The number of these cultivation resources is not fixed, and it is entirely calculated based on their mood!"

Bu Shaofeng whispered.

"According to what you said, before you reach the Dead City, there should be monks hiding us in secret?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"I have 100% certainty, but they will not hurt the local guides. After all, the guides are bringing them the resources for cultivation."

Bu Shaofeng smiled bitterly.

"Haha, that's right."

Ning Qi chuckled and walked towards the Dead City. Bu Shaofeng and his sister followed closely, and glanced around with vigilance. However, they were not too nervous. The cultivation level shown by Ning Qi along the way had already convinced the two of them, and they completely believed that they could safely reach the desperate situation of death.

After walking about three hundred miles, Ning Qi suddenly stopped.

"Hey, this lamb has discovered us."

A light sound came, and then a figure appeared from the void. It was a monk with red hair and rough appearance. Four or five monks appeared in the void.

"There are only one, and there are two others who are guides, right?"

"Well, I'm not even the Creator of a Calamity. Now I can only see how many cultivation resources this lamb has, and whether it's enough for a few of our brothers to make a meal."

"No matter how small the flies are, they are still meat. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer fat sheep, so don't dislike them."

The red-haired monk sneered, then his eyes fell on Bu Shaofeng and the others, "Get out quickly, remember to bring more people here, otherwise the next time I meet you, I will kill you and eat meat!"

Bu Shaofeng and his sister looked at each other calmly, without any movement, and a hint of mockery flashed in their eyes.

"Yes, no matter how small the flies are, they are still meat."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Um?"

The red-haired monks and others were slightly stunned, and their eyes gradually became solemn. Before they could speak, a sword light flashed by. These creators with only two cultivators were directly killed by Ning Qi in seconds.

The system prompt sounds several times in succession.

Ning Qi examined his attribute panel.

Host: Ning Qi.

Level: Creator of the Three Tribulations.

Point of creation: 9375/10000.

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

Health: One Yuan.

Dragon Slaying Crystal: 21230.

The scenes around him changed instantly, and Ning Qi and the other two instantly arrived in the realm of creation.

"You guys are here to wait for me."

Ning Qi gave a reminder to Bu Shaofeng and his sister, and they nodded quickly.

As soon as he moved, Ning Qi disappeared in front of the two and came to the fairy tale valley. When he saw the Holy Concubine Hantian, he directly spent 5,000 dragon-slaying crystals to exchange for the "Three Flavors True Flame Body". Ning Qi left a thousand spares for the remaining dragon-slaying crystals, and replaced them with the sky blue water.

Ning Qi exchanged about 150 drops of dragon-slaying crystals for one drop, and used to irrigate the Zixu Divine Tree, which is enough for a while.

"Beixuan, be careful when you are outside."

The Holy Concubine Hantian looked at Ning Qi with some concern.

"rest assured."

Ning Qi smiled, reached out to help Concubine Hantian combed her hair, and left the realm of creation.

On the short journey to the Dead Man City, Ning Qi encountered four waves of thieves, each wave had only four or five people. The closer to the Dead Man City, the higher the cultivation level of the cultivator attacked the cultivator, among which the Four Tribulation Creator appeared. If he was in the outside world, the Four Tribulation Creator would surrender to one force, he would be afraid that there would be no resources for cultivation?

However, if they don’t rob the city of Dead, if they don’t rob, let alone practice, it will be difficult to ensure that their cultivation will not regress over time.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the gate of the Dead City. A faint smell of decay came from the wall made of white bones. There were eight monks at the gate, squatting, standing or lying in boredom. When they saw Ning Qi and the other two coming, one of them stood up and looked at Ning Qi and the other two with a strange look.

"How did you get here?"

The monk was not a human monk. He had a head that looked like a locust. Under his black robe, there were more than a dozen arms faintly visible.

He spoke human language, and his tone was a bit strange, and it sounded like a leaky mouth. If he didn't listen carefully, he wouldn't even understand what this guy was saying.

"Come here."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Come here?"

The alien monk looked at Ning Qi suspiciously, then looked into the distance, muttering in his heart that how could anyone let them walk to the city of Dead?

However, since Ning Qi and the other two have arrived in front of the Dead City, according to the unwritten rules, they have no reason to stop Ning Qi and do not need to register. After all, many monks are offended by great figures and hide here.

Many of the monks offended even terrifying existences like the seven major sects, and even the city lord of the Dead City was no exception, so naturally they did not need to register their identities and origins.

Here, as long as your fist is big enough and your relationship with the city lord is good, you can do whatever you want, and no one cares about killing people at will! "Go in."

"Thank you."

After passing through the walls of white bones and entering the city of Dead Man, his eyes suddenly became clear. The city of Dead Man is very lively, and he is not much more inclined than the market in the wilderness. In this, in addition to the Creator, there are more cultivators in the Qi Refining Level, Dou Dan Realm, Eternal Life Realm, and Dharma Realm.

Like Bu Shaofeng and his sister, their cultivation level is not very conspicuous after entering the Dead City. After all, among the monks walking on the streets, there are also half a step in the early stages of the fortune and Dharma Realm.

"Senior, these monks are all from the Dead Man City and at most they are active outside the Dead Man City. They are considered local natives."

Bu Shaofeng whispered.

Ning Qi nodded, and his eyes suddenly fell on a shop not far away. At this moment, the store with Doudan Realm was handing a plate of bright red skull to the customer. It was covered with pink brains, and the skull was not big, probably like a one or two-year-old boy.
Chapter completed!