"I heard... the one on the stone tablet is Ning Beixuan?"

"good……"

"It seems that this time, the Huanxi Demon Sect provoked a madman and dared to come here to block the door. Do you really think that the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of the poor sects?"

Some inequality sects often get hit by the enemy after offending the enemy, and then block the door for several years, in order to extricate their anger and let other monks learn about this and come to see the joke, so that no matter whether the other party is destroyed or not, they can be saved.

However, such things only often occur in sects that are not as good as the sect. The slightly more powerful second-rate sects have fairy king-level existences in the sect, and they are rarely blocked by others, let alone top sects like the Huanxi Demon Sect.

More and more monks gathered here, hundreds of markets became empty, hundreds of thousands of eyes fell on Ning Qi, shocked and curious.

Ning Qi closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the stone tablet, and gently placed his hands on his knees. At this time, several figures suddenly flew out from the direction of the Huanxi Demon Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them, and they all looked at Wu Chongxian, who was leading the way, followed by five elders with the same cultivation level as seven kalpas.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stone tablet, his eyes fell on the line of blood-colored characters, and was silent for a while, then looked at Ning Qi, "Since you have a grudge against me, Huanxi Demon Sect, do you dare to claim your name?"

"Who are you? You are the ones who will take charge of this Happy Demon Sect?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and said with a faint smile.

A cold light flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes and he said lightly: "Wu Chongxian is here."

Little Demon Lord, Wu Chongxian?

When the monks around heard this name, they suddenly looked shocked on their faces. They stayed here for a long time and had long heard of the disciple of the Huanxi Demon Lord, Wu Chongxian, who was called the Little Demon Lord.

It is said that this person has extremely terrifying talent. He has been practicing for only about ten thousand years and has been the creator of the seven-tribulation calamity. In the future, he will have the opportunity to become the creator of the nine-tribulation calamity and take over the Huanxi Demon Sect!

"Wu Chongxian? I haven't heard of it. You should go back and stay."

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogant!"

Seeing Ning Qi's attitude and the blood words on the stone tablet, several elders of the Happy Demon Sect couldn't help but turn their faces into extreme blue, and they wanted to take action to suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Your Excellency, you have not given your name yet."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"You are Ning Beixuan? The Demon Gourd of Joy is on you?"

Wu Chongxian's eyes changed slightly.

The elders of the Happy Demon Sect behind him showed horror on their faces.

"No, do you want it?"

Ning Qi smiled, took out the Zhuxian Demon Gourd, put it beside him, and said with a faint smile: "If you want it, come and get it yourself. If you can take it, I will give this Zhuxian Demon Gourd to you."

"What kind of Zhuxian Demon Gourd, this is clearly the joyful Demon Gourd!"

Wu Chongxian shouted coldly, and his figure disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was already behind Ning Qi, looking down at Ning Qi with a slight sarcasm in his eyes.

"Little Demon Lord, come back soon!"

The elders of the Happy Demon Sect shouted quickly, with anxiety on their faces. They had already received the news that Zhuge Tao had died in Ning Qi's hands. Obviously, Ning Qi's combat power was definitely above the eight tribulations, but Wu Chongxian had been in seclusion before, and they had not had time to tell Wu Chongxian the news.

When Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of the elders, a coldness flashed in his eyes. He ignored it, but reached out to grab it. The Zhuxian Demon Gourd suddenly flew into his hand. A hint of joy appeared in Wu Chongxian's eyes, and he slapped Ning Qi's head with a palm.

Seeing this, everyone immediately held their breath and looked at this scene with a little nervousness. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian, as the famous little demon lord of the Huanxi Demon Sect, had surpassed the ordinary immortal king-level existence, and Ning Qi had no reaction from beginning to end, and was likely to be slapped to death by a palm.

However, when Wu Chongxian's palm was an inch away from the back of Ning Qi's head, he stopped. His eyes looked at the palm that grabbed his wrist with some disbelief.

"You have too little strength and your cultivation is good. You can have a place among the younger generation. But compared to Lei Emperor, Zangxian Zhenren, and Yan Shengzi, you are not a little bit inferior to you. No wonder, Huanxi Demon Lord is not a master himself, and at most he is a third-rate. It is normal to cultivate a third-rate genius like you."

Ning Qi smiled faintly.

"Uncle Lei, the true man of Zangxian, Yan Shengzi? Have you seen them?"

A trace of horror flashed in Wu Chongxian's eyes. These three people were the targets he wanted to surpass day and night, but it seemed so lightly to the other party's mouth?

The elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect looked anxious and looked at each other, and all attacked Ning Qi and suppressed him. If Wu Chongxian died at Ning Qi's hands, they might not have ended up being much better than death when the Huanxi Demon Lord returned to the sect.

"I have not only seen them, but also sent them to the West."

Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, and in front of hundreds of thousands of cultivators present, he grabbed Wu Chongxian with a shocked face and smashed directly at the elders of the Happy Demon Sect who were flying towards him.

boom!

They were caught off guard and were smashed by Wu Chongxian, but this kind of damage was not enough to be fatal. But the next moment, before they could react, a sword light flashed in the air. Then, whether it was nearby or the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect, who were paying attention to this place, they saw a blood rain in the sky. Countless pieces of meat, regardless of you and me, fell to the ground with blood.

Snap instantly!

Until his death, Wu Chongxian had no chance to use the body of Ten Thousand Demons that had just been successfully cultivated.

"hiss……"

The monks present looked at the minced meat on the ground blankly. After reacting, they took a breath of cold air and looked at Ning Qi with a dizzy look.

"Ning Beixuan is so strong? Even the little demon lord was killed?"

"The five elders have good cultivation, at least they are the creators of the seven-tribulation. In addition to the little demon king, there are six creators of the seven-tribulation. How could they not even be able to stop Ning Beixuan's move?"

"The little demon master died, and the elders died, so what's going on..."

The monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect were unwilling to believe the scene they had seen with their own eyes, and rubbed their eyes one after another, and then fell into fear.

As one of the seven major sects, the only one of them has always been to beat people. No one dared to kill the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect in full view of everyone. As a result, six people died directly for the Huanxi Demon Sect, who are extremely high-ranking!

Ning Qi smiled, closed his eyes again, as if he had done something trivial.

At this moment, there is no cultivator in the Huanxi Demon Sect who is stronger than the Little Demon Lord and the others. The disciples of the Huanxi Demon Sect can only watch Ning Qi, but they can do nothing.)
Chapter completed!