Saint Son Yan is dead!?

How is this possible!?

Zangmo Zhenjun's whole body was cold and he looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. But from the expressions of other monks in the ruins at this moment, it can be seen that what the other party said seems to be true!

"Po Po Long! Where is Saint Yan!"

Zangmo Zhenjun looked at Granny Long.

"Shengzi Yan did indeed die in the hands of Mr. Ning."

Granny Long said calmly.

Zangmo Zhenjun's heart thumped. As the number one expert in the desperate situation of death, Yan Shengzi's combat power is close to that of his senior brother. Even if he takes action, he will definitely be defeated within a hundred moves. The backer behind him is still the legendary one.

Immortal Emperor Daoyan, a terrifying existence that has lived for who knows how many thousands of years, is now the real master of the Central Continent! Why did Saint Son Yan suddenly die at the hands of a guy he had never heard of!?

Thinking of the plan of his senior brother, Thunder Emperor and Yan Shengzi, Zangmo Zhenjun's heart became even more frightened. At such a critical moment, if such a being suddenly appeared, could it be the other party's purpose?

, the same as his senior brothers!? In order to obtain the true creation of the Desperate Divine Stone, break through the shackles of the Creator of Eight Tribulations, and become the Creator of Nine Tribulations!?

"Have you figured it out?"

Ning Qi's voice sounded faintly.

"I, Your Excellency, I am Zang Mo Zhen Zhen Zhen, a direct disciple of Tian Gu Yuan Zun. My master is Zang Xian Zhen Zang, the number one master in Dao Zang's extremity. Since you have such a level of cultivation, you killed all the Sons of Yan.

Then you have the qualifications to cooperate with my senior brother and the Thunder Emperor, why not..."

"I have no intention of cooperating with you. Don't you want to sacrifice two desperate monks and then enjoy the gift of the desperate divine stone alone? I think this idea is very good, so I decided to sacrifice the monks from both places, including Lei

Emperor, including your senior brother."

Ning Qi interrupted Zangmo Zhenjun's words.

Zangmo Zhenjun was stunned and looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. This guy actually planned to sacrifice the monks from both places by himself!?

The reason why his senior brother cooperated with the Holy Son of Thunder Emperor Yan was entirely because such an act was too terrifying. However, with the support of the Heavenly Gu Yuanzun, the Demonic Corpse Yuanzun, and the Daoyan Immortal Emperor, even if the outside monks were dissatisfied

, was furious and couldn't do anything to them, but an unknown guy on the other side actually dared to have such an idea!?

"Sir, I think you should cooperate with my senior brothers and the others. The result will be the same, but you don't have to bear the wrath of those ordinary monks who die on the battlefield in a desperate situation."

Zangmo Zhenjun said in a low voice.

"I've even killed Holy Son Yan, who's anger should I be afraid of?"

Ning Qi showed a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

"If that's the case, then you can't blame me..."

Zangmo Zhenjun's voice turned cold and he cast a vicious look at Ning Qi. Everyone thought he was going to use some secret technique to attack Ning Qi, but the next moment, his body suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Blood Escape!?"

Some monks exclaimed.

"It's not Blood Escape, this is Blood Gu Escape! Unexpectedly, Zhenmo Zhenjun actually perfected this evil art. Every drop of blood contains tens of millions of Gu worms. As long as one Gu worm escapes,

You can regain a new life in the body of a Gu insect, but your vitality will be greatly reduced by 30%. This is the famous stunt of the Heavenly Gu Yuanzun!"

There was a look of shock in Granny Long's eyes.

"Yes, even if your cultivation level is higher than that of Zhenmo Zhenjun, it is indeed impossible to kill all these countless Gu insects without special means."

Sakyamuni nodded.

"After Zangmo Zhenjun escapes, he will definitely bring Zangxian Zhenren and Lei Huang with a large number of monks to the Great Ruins to encircle and suppress us. I wonder if Senior Ning can resist the two most desperate people joining forces..."

Some monks looked worried.

However, the villagers of Yunqi Village are extremely confident at this moment, with a look of pride on their faces. In their view, Ning Qi is already invincible. Even if the Thunder Emperor and the Zangxian Master join forces, it will never be Ning Qi.

There is no reason for my opponent to be so self-confident!

"Want to escape? You're too naive."

A coldness flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. The next moment, a big bell appeared in front of Ning Qi. Ning Qi struck the big bell hard with his palm.

Buzz!

The deafening bells spread in all directions at lightning speed. Because the monks in the ruins were not the target of Ning Qi's attack, when the sound waves swept over their bodies, they only felt a chill and a little discomfort.

My chest was tight, but those Gu insects that had merged into the world and were invisible to the naked eye died one by one under this sound wave.

"Ah! Ning Beixuan! My senior brother will not let you go!"

Hundreds of miles away, there was a desperate roar, and then there was no sound.

Everyone recognized that this voice belonged to Zhenmo Zhenjun!

"Zhenjun! You are dead!!!"

The eight subordinates of Zangmo Zhenjun looked in the direction of the sound in disbelief, and then looked at Ning Qi and others with despair.

"Zangmo Zhenjun died like this!?"

"Senior Ning's methods are too terrifying. That bell should be a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

Everyone looked shocked.

When Granny Long and others' eyes fell on Jiuyun Divine Ling, they were a little surprised, especially Sakyamuni. His heart thumped, and he looked at Ning Qi with a hint of admiration.

"That guy's spiritual weapons actually fell into his hands... Demon Lord Huanxi didn't suffer unjustly this time..."

"You are the creators of the Seven Tribulations, right? That cannot be wasted."

Ning Qi glanced at them with a faint smile.

When Ning Qi saw them like this, goosebumps suddenly appeared on their bodies. At first, they didn't know what Ning Qi was planning to do, but when Ning Qi threw them into the alchemy furnace, the eight monks immediately screamed for mercy in horror.

The other party actually wants to refine their lives into elixirs!!!?

Ning Qi also discovered this time that putting the Creator directly into the elixir furnace for refining is more effective than any natural material or earthly treasure. Just add some fairy grass elixir and guide the direction of the elixir's effect, and it will be fine.

If the enemy is killed, it is better to refine it into elixirs and give them to relatives and friends.

However, in the world today, Ning Qi is probably the only one who has this kind of method. For other alchemists, even if they can suppress the existence of the same level, there is no guarantee that the opponent's backer will retaliate or even be surrounded and hunted. If these

Don't be afraid, and there is no guarantee of the elixir's elixir yield rate. When living people make elixirs, the elixir yield rate is not generally low. Only certain evil cultivators meet some monks or mortals who have just eaten heavenly materials and earthly treasures at a specific time.

Only then would this method be used.

But Ning Qi is different, his elixir formation rate is terrifyingly high.

Soon, these eight people were also refined into elixirs by Ning Qi. Although there were dragon roars, there were no nine rings. They were just ordinary eighth-level elixirs, not even ninth-level elixirs.

"You have a civil and military competition, and you select eight people, and these eight pills will be given to you."

Ning Qi smiled at the villagers of Yunqi Village.

"There is such a good thing!?"

The villagers of Yunqi Village were very excited, with faces showing ecstasy.
Chapter completed!