1326: C1326 Words Are Law

C1326 Words Are Law

Article 1326. Verbal Compliance Law

Three months later, a few dozen more heads appeared on Ning Qi's head. However, after five years, some of them had escaped from Azure Dragon Continent. They could only wait for the chance to meet them in the future before settling the score with them.

Pure Yang Immortal Realm.

The place where Pure Sun Great Saint lived was called Pure Yang Holy City. From afar, one could see a huge mountain that was covered in thick fog standing tall in the Pure Yang Holy City.

This mountain was the place where Pure Sun Great Saint cultivated. The thick fog above it was a special kind of Restriction. If one didn't get a favor from it, one would be lost in the fog if one got close to the mountain. Those who were unlucky would even get lost in it for hundreds of years. You would die of old age.

"It's been more than five years, right? I heard that not long ago, the nine great Heavenly Prodigies of the Dragon Clan were all killed by that God of Slaughter."

"How could this be? Didn't the Great Saint Baxia stop it?"

"I don't know the exact situation either. It was a friend who sent me a message saying that this god of slaughter would very likely come to our Pure Yang Holy City to find the envoy and the others."

"He's truly audacious! With Pure Sun Great Saint here, would he still dare to act recklessly?"

Several cultivators sat at the tea stand, drinking tea as they chatted.

"This god of slaughter has killed for more than five years. I'm afraid he might not be afraid of Pure Sun Great Saint."

One of the cultivators hesitated for a moment and said.

Before the others could say anything, a few figures suddenly appeared in front of the cultivator and stared at him coldly.

When the eyes of the cultivators nearby landed on the chest of the few figures, they saw three scorching suns. Their eyes instantly changed. Three scorching suns. This meant that these people were the inner sect servants of Pure Sun Great Saint.

Pure Sun Great Saint only had one personal disciple, Heavenly Devil Fairy. The following disciples were all servants. Submit. Many people couldn't guess the reason for this. However, there were a few people who knew that Pure Sun Great Saint only accepted one disciple. They were afraid that they would repeat Great Saint Lilong's mistake.

The inner sect servants were no different from the inner sect disciples. They were guided by Yang and the others all year round. In the outside world, they were all Heavenly Prodigies.

"We have seen all of you Heavenly Prodigy."

The cultivators on the tea stand quickly stood up and bowed. Their cultivation levels were not much different from the other party's. They were all Eternal Stage warriors, but the opposite party's status was higher than them, a group of rogue cultivators. Or perhaps, the cultivators from small sects were much higher than them. If they couldn't pay their respects... It would be difficult for them to move a single step in Pure Yang Holy City.

"Do you think Ning Beixuan isn't afraid of Pure Sun Great Saint?"

One of the young men with a cold expression stared coldly at the cultivator who had just spoken.

"This, this is only my guess, I can't take it for real."

The cultivator said with a wry smile, as he did not expect the inner sect servants to hear their jokes.

The cold-looking young man seemed to be about to make a move. At this moment, the owner of the tea stand hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Cold Heavenly Prodigy, my tea stand is for idle people to chat casually. For my sake, let's not fuss about it, right?"

Cold Heavenly Prodigy?

Suddenly, someone's expression changed as they recognized who this young man was.

He was cold and arrogant. He had only cultivated for forty years and was already a Late Period of Eternal Stage Cultivator. He was reputed to be one of the most likely to become a Sovereign Heavenly Prodigy in the Pure Yang Immortal Realm in a few hundred years.

"So it's the Cold Heavenly Prodigy. I apologize for my rudeness. I hope the Cold Heavenly Prodigy can forgive me."

The cultivator quickly apologized.

The cultivator looked at him coldly and indifferently, then looked at the owner of the tea stall. He let out a cold snort. Before he could say anything, a commotion suddenly occurred not far ahead, as if many people were rushing towards the city gate.

Leng Aotian was slightly startled and exchanged glances with his fellow disciples. He ignored the cultivator and directly headed in the direction of the city gate.

Seeing this, the cultivator on the tea stand immediately ran away.1

Only Pure Sun Great Saint's people could fly through the air in Pure Yang Holy City. As for the others, if they dared to fly, their legs would be broken by the law enforcement team.

At the city gate.

Thousands of cultivators stood on the city wall, looking forward in fear. The cultivators guarding the city looked at each other in surprise. One of them quickly flew towards the direction of the giant mountain, apparently wanting to send a message.

They were waiting for Leng Aotian and the others. When they arrived, they saw a young man walking towards the Pure Yang Holy City with a bloody pillar in his hand.

The pillar was filled with grape-like human heads.

"The god of killing is here!"

A trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the cultivator who had just been threatened by Leng Aotian. He subconsciously glanced at Leng Ao and saw his pale face. However, he was sneering in his heart.

"You were so arrogant just now, but now you are scared out of your wits. Hahaha..."

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Come, stop!"

Finally, when the leader of the city guards saw that everyone was looking at him, he gritted his teeth and mustered up his courage to shout at Ning Qi. However, his tone was very weak, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit of firmness.

He clearly thought that Ning Qi wasn't a match for Pure Sun Great Saint, but he was still terrified because of that bloody pillar.

Ning Qi didn't stop. He walked step by step to the front of the city gate. With a loud bang, the pillar was inserted into the ground. The human head on the pillar swayed with the wind. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but almost all the human heads were facing the direction of the city wall. Pairs of silent eyes stared at the thousands of cultivators, sending chills down one's spine.

"Three days. I'll give you three days. I still need nine heads on this pillar. If you can't take them out, I'll slaughter the entire city."

Ning Qi looked at the thousands of cultivators and said in an indifferent tone.

When the thousands of cultivators heard this, they were shocked. Was this guy crazy? He actually wanted them to hand over their envoy? If they did not hand them over, he would massacre the entire city?

Anger surged in Leng Leng's eyes. She bellowed furiously at Ning Qi, "How dare you, Ning Beixuan? This is Pure Sun Great Saint's cultivation ground. If you dare to slaughter the entire city, aren't you afraid that Pure Sun Great Saint will personally suppress you?"

When Leng Aotian's fellow disciples saw this, they glanced at him in both shock and anger. They subconsciously took a dozen steps back. Dammit! It wasn't like they had never heard of this God of Slaughter before. Even if he were to speak arrogantly, he would just let them deal with him. What was a mere servant doing here?

They were all furious at Leng Aotian for overestimating himself, because Leng Aotian's actions could very well cause their deaths!

"This fellow... is really bold..."

The cultivator at the tea stand looked at Leng Aotian in shock, his face full of disbelief.

Ning Qi glanced at him indifferently. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the man. The cold and arrogant man flew towards Ning Qi uncontrollably from the top of the city wall.

He lied down.

Leng Leng landed on the ground beside Ning Qi's feet with a cold face. Ning Qi stepped on his head with one foot. He looked at the cultivators on the city wall and said lightly, "I, Ning Beixuan, will follow my orders. Three days is not a long time. Time is up. If you don't hand over the nine of you... Get ready to escape. "

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