1249: C1249 I Killed the King

C1249 I Killed the King

"Even if I kill him, Xue'er won't be able to come back to life. Take a look at this Jade Ruin Tower, there's something wrong with it. I plan to use it to exchange with Meng Tianshu for a way to revive Xue'er."

Ning Qi said in a low voice.

"Jade Ruin Tower?"

The Xiaoliu's gaze fell upon the Jade Ruin Tower, and he let out a soft exclamation of surprise. He picked up the Jade Ruin Tower and played with it. After about ten breaths of time... The Xiaoliu opened its mouth and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure about what happened in the Netherworld, but this Dark Artifact has a spirit. Its grade should not be low in Netherworld."

"Indeed."

Ning Qi recounted the matter of the Jade Ruin Tower automatically returning to Kun Ruins Peak. The Xiaoliu nodded. In that case, its master's cultivation base in Netherworld shouldn't be weak either. Since it will automatically return, why does Meng Tianshu still need you to help him get this Dark Artifact? According to what you just said, he can even go and take it himself. "

" Do you really think the Wang family is so generous? When I left just now, a Dharma Image Cultivator glanced at me. There is a Dharma Image Cultivator guarding Kun Ruins Peak at any time. "

Ning Qi said with a faint smile.

"How about this? I have a Restriction that can leave some marks on it. In the future, as long as you activate this Restriction, it will return to your hands. However, this Restriction only has one effect. If it returns to your hands... I have no other choice. "

The Xiaoliu faintly smiled. It stretched out its hand and drew a few lines in the air above the Jade Ruin Tower. Ning Qi saw a layer of faint green light pouring into the Jade Ruin Tower from the tip of the Xiaoliu's finger.

"In the future, if you recite this chant silently, the Jade Ruin Tower will return to your hand. If you are far away, it will take some time."

The Xiaoliu transmitted his voice to Ning Qi and taught him a chant.

Ning Qi nodded and smiled. "If Meng Tianshu lies to me, I will take this Jade Ruin Tower back."

"He should also have some means to seal this Jade Ruin Tower. Whether my Restriction is effective or not, it will only be fifty-fifty."

The Xiaoliu reminded.

"I know."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

...

Law Enforcement Hall.

Lei Juan stood in the middle of the hall, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Wang Tong. "Palace Master Wang, Patriarch Beixuan has gone too far. Both of my sons have lost their lives to him. Are you not going to interfere in this matter?"

Wang Tong frowned slightly. The eyes of the nearby cultivators of Law Enforcement Hall darkened slightly. They were secretly surprised that Ning Qi had killed two disciples of the Wang family in a row.

"Patriarch Xuanzhen has already dealt with Wang Xiao's matter. Without any evidence, you won't dare to malign my cultivator from the Wang family!"

Wang Tong said in a flat tone.

"Fine. What about Wang Mu? He died in the main courtyard. Dozens of pairs of eyes saw Patriarch Beixuan attack. This matter can't be faked. "

Lei Juan said angrily.

Wang Tong's eyes fell behind Lei Juan. Wang Aoxi and the other four disciples of the Wang family were standing there. "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Ancestor, we did see it with our own eyes."

Wang Aoxi and the others hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and bowed.

"Alright, I'll give you an explanation for this matter."

Wang Tong nodded at Lei Juan.

After that, he gathered a group of Law Enforcement Hall cultivators and brought Lei Juan and the others to ask around. They found the ninety-nine courtyards. When Wang Tong and the others arrived, they startled Wang Hai. As for Wang Shaan and his wife, they had already left the Wang family and went to the Immortal Ruins Paradise. They didn't want to stay in the Wang family for too long, because they would miss Wang Xue's appearance and voice. It would bring great harm to their cultivation base. If they were not careful, they would fall into deviatory psychosis.

"Old Ancestor Wang Tong, what are you doing?"

Wang Hai carefully stood in front of Wang Tong. He was puzzled. Why did the master of Law Enforcement Hall bring a large group of cultivators to their ninety-nine courtyards?

Could it be that some disciple of the 99 courtyards had committed a crime?

"Where is Beixuan?"

Wang Tong went straight to the point.

Wang Hai's expression changed slightly and said in a low voice, "Old Ancestor Wang Tong, what happened..."

"Patriarch Beixuan killed my son for no reason. Today, Old Ancestor Wang Tong is here to capture him and bring him to Law Enforcement Hall!"

Lei Juan said coldly.

"What?"

Wang Hai was shocked.

"Where is he?"

Wang Tong frowned.

Wang Hai sighed in his heart and said, "Everyone, please follow me."

When everyone went to Wang Xue's mountain peak, they happened to meet Wang Xuanhu who came down from the mountain peak. His face revealed a trace of hatred, and when he saw Wang Tong and the others, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Second elder brother."

Lei Juan greeted him.

"What happened?"

Wang Xuanhu asked in surprise.

"Wang Mu is dead. He died in the hands of Old Demon Bei Xuan."

Lei Juan transmitted her voice.

"Is there such a thing?"

Wang Xuanhu was shocked. He hurriedly followed Lei Juan and the others up the mountain.

"Ask your Patriarch Beixuan to come out and meet us."

Wang Tong looked at Wang Yangming, who was guarding the entrance, with an indifferent gaze.

When Wang Yangming and the others saw the large group of Dharma Image Cultivators, their hearts were pounding. When they saw that the other party was looking for Ning Qi, Wang Yangming hurriedly nodded his head and turned around to enter the courtyard.

After recognizing Wang Tong's identity, Wang Xuanhu hesitated for a moment. Finally, he mustered his courage and walked in front of Wang Tong. He bowed and said, "Old Ancestor Wang Tong, I have something to report."

"Speak."

Wang Tong said faintly.

"It's like this. As the main sect's Deacon, I am in charge of the distribution of slaves in the Wang family. Since the master of this place is dead, the slaves should be sent back to the main sect before being assigned to the various departments. However, Patriarch Beixuan doesn't allow it..."

Wang Xuanhu exaggerated and exaggerated, making Ning Qi sound very domineering. When the group of guards and maids heard this, their faces revealed anger, but because Wang Tong was present, they dared not speak because they were angry.2

"Is there such a thing?"

Wang Tong's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Wang Hai quickly stepped forward and said, "Old Ancestor Wang Tong, these servants have been following Xue Er for a long time. Beixuan and her... although they are not married, they must be thinking about their old relationship..."

"Hmm, that makes sense. In that case, these servants don't have to be brought back to the main courtyard. In the future, what this place will be like will be the same. This is what I, Wang Tong, said. Do you all hear me? "

Wang Tong said indifferently. His gaze inadvertently swept past Wang Xuanhu, instantly making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Everyone, what do you want from me?"

Ning Qi and Wang Yangming walked out at the same time. Their eyes swept across the crowd, then they nodded at Wang Hai. Finally, they looked at Wang Tong.

This was the first time Lei Juan had seen Ning Qi. Her eyes were filled with hatred and anger as she stared at Ning Qi.

"Wang Mu, did you kill him?"

Wang Tong went straight to the point.

To everyone's surprise, Ning Qi nodded and said, "I killed Wang Mu."

"Old Ancestor Wang Tong! He had already admitted it himself! Quickly kill this Xiao!"

Lei Juan shouted angrily.

What?

He killed Wang Mu?

Wang Hai and the others' facial expression changed slightly. Wang Mu was a disciple of the Wang family. Even if Ning Qi was a senior, he couldn't kill Wang Mu for no reason.

"Why did you kill Wang Mu? Do you know that you are going to be imprisoned in the ancient prison?"

Wang Tong said with a frown.

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