Half a month passed again, and the Demon Lord Huanxi still did not appear, but the news here had spread like a plague. More and more monks arrived here. Even the true immortals of the Immortal Dynasty where the Demon Lord Huanxi came here, and even the true immortals of the Immortal Dynasty where the Demon Lord Huanxi came here with a large number of soldiers stationed fifty miles away from the stone tablet. Teams of soldiers emitting a murderous aura were standing in unison, without saying a word, without moving at all. The nearby monks did not dare to approach this place because the murderous intent on these soldiers condensed together and ordinary monks could not resist it.

"Master, why don't we suppress this son? If the Demon Lord Huanxi knew that we had not helped, we would be unable to bear his anger."

A female cultivator with a appearance of only twenty years frowned and looked at Ning Qi, then her eyes fell on the body of Fanlu Zhenxian.

The body of the true immortal of Fanlu emits the aura of the creator of the Eight Tribulations. It is one of the top 30 true immortals in the three hundred immortal dynasties. It is also among the top among the Immortal King-level existences. It seems that he is like a harmless young monk. If it weren't for the large number of Fanlu Divine Army standing behind him, ordinary monks would definitely not think that Fanlu Zhenxian would be the lord of the dynasty.

"Ning Beixuan is the commander of the Alchemist Alliance, and Bodhi Dandi is his senior brother. The Alchemist Alliance holds the most revenge. If we take action to suppress it today, the future supply of elixirs will definitely be less than 50% or even 80%. Since he has not taken action to ravage the Huanxi Demon Sect, he just sat quietly, why bother him again? We have come from thousands of miles away and have already taken action to help the Huanxi Demon Sect."

The Vanlu Zhenxian’s faint Tao.

He paused, "Lingyu, I know you like Wu Chongxian, but since he is dead, let's take it a little more. Master advises you, "Happy Demon Sect has no true feelings."

The female cultivator lowered her head deeply when she heard this.

When she and Fanlu Zhenxian arrived here, they had already heard the monks around him discussing how Wu Chongxian and others were killed by Ning Qi before. So she wanted to lead the divine army on the spot to kill Ning Qi to avenge Wu Chongxian, but she didn't expect that this idea in her heart would be seen through by her master.

"The aura emitted by this son is only the creator of the Seven Tribulations, but he can kill Wu Chongxian and several other seven tribulation elders of the Huanxi Demon Sect. He has extraordinary combat power and is considered a genius figure. But I don't know if it's a genius or a medium..."

The eyes of the true immortal Fanlu fell on Ning Qi, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

As time goes by, almost all the affiliated sects of Huanxi Demon Sect received news and brought a large number of cultivators to this place. Some sects took action against Ning Qi without even asking for money. As a result, they were completely destroyed by Ning Qi with one sword. The land in front of the stone tablet was stained with blood, and no cultivator dared to act without hesitation.

"Look! The monk from Jiusha Ancient Temple is here!"

Golden lotus came through the sky and fell in front of the stone tablet. On it were one old monk after another who looked like he was about to ascend, exuding a thick, warm and yang aura on his body!

"Three golden arhats came to Jiusha Ancient Temple..."

The eyes of the true immortal Fanlu changed slightly. Each of the golden-body Arhat-level monks is the creator of the Eight Tribulations. He is the strongest existence in the ancient Jiusha Temple except the abbot. As far as he knows, there are two Arhats in the desperate situation of death.

Three old monks came down from Jinlian, and eighteen monks of different ages followed behind them. The aura of these eighteen people was slightly weaker than the first three, but each of them was the creator of the seven-tribulation. Even the monks around them could see the difference. However, those creators who came to see the fun sighed again in their hearts. They were worthy of being one of the seven major sects. These twenty-one monks sent out one person casually, and were all the most powerful men who could take charge of one side!

After taking a look at the land stained with blood, one of the old monks looked at Ning Qi with a smile and said, "Is the donor Ning Beixuan?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the monks indifferently. He felt a little strange. Jiusha Ancient Temple has always had a bad relationship with the Huanxi Demon Sect, so why would he come to join in the fun today? But no matter how strange it is, Ning Qi doesn't mind offending another Jiusha Ancient Temple.

When he reaches his current realm, the seven major sects are bound together, and he will not take a look at them again. Only the existence of the Yuan Zun level can make him feel a little afraid.

"Donald Donor, the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of the seven major sects, transcending from the major sects of the central continent, so it cannot be in chaos. Once it is in chaos, people in the world will suffer. Please leave for the sake of the old monks who are waiting for us?"

The old monk smiled.

"Straight above the major sects in the central continent? Monk, do you also view Jiusha Ancient Temple in this way?"

Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Please open the donor website. If you have any questions, you can wait until the Demon Lord of Huanxi will come back before discussing. How about it?"

The old monk did not answer Ning Qi's question.

"Hasn't I been waiting? Do you think I've taken action to destroy those ants?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

"Well……"

The monks looked at each other. The facts were indeed as Ning Qi said. However, a stone tablet was placed here like this, and seven words of killing were written in blood. This was a bit insulting to the Huanxi Demon Sect. Although the seven major sects were in charge, they actually prospered and suffered losses. The Huanxi Demon Sect was blocked by someone. Isn’t it the face of the other six major sects?

"Since the donor is unwilling to leave, then I will recite a mantra of rebirth, hoping to wash away the murderous aura on the donor."

The old monk smiled slightly and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing this, the other monks flashed a cold feeling in their eyes and sat cross-legged. Then, Buddha voices came from their mouths.

A faint golden light fell from the sky, covering the monks. The Buddha's voice turned into a simple and incomprehensible text, and suppressed Ning Qi.

The monks around him felt stuffy and a little uncomfortable, but Ning Qi, who was targeted by these monks, was under pressure thousands or even ten thousand times stronger than them.

"Three golden arhats, eighteen ordinary arhats, and twenty-one people recited the mantra of rebirth together, and even I couldn't bear it. This was not to wash away the other party's murderous intent. If your cultivation level was a little lower, you would be directly saved!"

The expression of the true immortal Fanlu changed slightly.

"You want to save me? OK."

Ning Qi sneered, and the Jiuyun Divine Bell suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, Ning Qi slapped it with a heavy palm, and the surging fairy spirit energy surged in. Then the Jiuyun Divine Bell made a deafening buzzing sound, which not only shattered the transformed Buddha sounds, but also caused the twenty-one monks to suffer varying degrees of injuries, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth!

The three golden arhats stopped chanting the mantra and looked at the Nine Consorts Divine Bell in disbelief, as if they recognized its origin...
Chapter completed!