1686: C1686 Chapter 1686 Massacre the Dead

C1686 Chapter 1686 Massacre the Dead

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Ning Qi's eyes slightly changed. He glanced at Bu Shaofeng and asked, "What is that shop selling?"

Bu Shaofeng looked at the shop and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes. Bu Qingshi was no exception.

"Senior, the cultivators here have all kinds of disgusting hobbies. The owner of this shop wants to cater to these cultivators. But what he did was completely devoid of conscience. However, to the cultivators here... It was rather ordinary. All of those brain cells were made up of children from the Human Clan, ranging from one to two years old. That shop owner controlled at least a thousand women from the Human Clan. Every year, he would give birth to many children... "

Bu Shaofeng said in a low voice.

" Senior, there were many cultivators who passed by the Dead Man City. They wanted to help those poor women. In the end, all of these cultivators disappeared without exception in the Dead Man City. Dead without a corpse!"

Bu Qingshi's big eyes were blinking as she looked at Ning Qi. There was a trace of expectation in her eyes.

In the shop, not only was the Alien Cultivator Guan Gu there, but also Guan Gu, who was also a cultivator of the Human Clan. When they were eating, their expressions were full of enjoyment, as if they were enjoying the delicacies of the mortal world.

Ning Qi's divine sense swept across the entire Dead Man City. Apart from the scene in front of him, there was also the scene in front of him. All kinds of tragic events were happening at the same time in every part of the Dead Man City. In the eyes of the cultivators of the Dead Man City, those ordinary mortals who had no cultivation base... They were like pigs that could be killed at any time.

"As expected of Dead Man City. This name is indeed correct. However, there is a name that should be more suitable for this place... This place should be called hell on earth."

Ning Qi said to himself plainly. After that, he lifted his leg and walked towards the shop. Bu Shaofeng and his sister were slightly startled, and a premonition arose in their hearts.

A trace of hesitation flashed in their eyes. Before Bu Shaofeng could catch up, Bu Qingqing had already followed Ning Qi.

"Forget it..."

Bu Shaofeng smiled bitterly and followed.

"Young master, today's' child brain soup 'has been sold out. Please come early tomorrow."

The owner thought that Ning Qi was planning to have a taste, so he smiled and said to Ning Qi.

"Are these the brains of the children of my family?"

Ning Qi looked at the shop owner and lightly pointed at the clean skulls that had been licked clean and said.

When the shop owner heard this, his expression changed slightly and a cold look flashed across his eyes. He looked at Ning Qi with a smile that was not a smile and said with a sneer, "I was wondering who it was. It turns out that it is this kind of ignorant fellow. Kid, this is your first time coming to Dead Man City, right? You feel that the child brain soup I made is devoid of conscience, and you want to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens? Hahaha, don't forget, what kind of place is this! Today, I will be merciful and remind you that you have come to Dead Man City. If you see the 'BBQ Feast', you will have to abide by the rules of the Dead Man City. I just realized that a small business like mine is nothing in Dead Man City. "

After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward and snatched the child-brain soup from a cultivator. The cultivator's face revealed a trace of anger as he coldly looked at the shop owner, Ning Qi, and the other two.

Pah!

The shop owner slapped the soup in front of Ning Qi and looked coldly at him. "Come, drink it. You will be considered to have abided the rules of Dead Man City. I will forgive you this time. Otherwise, someone will come and deal with you, a cultivator who doesn't know the rules. There is more than one Immortal King who died in the Dead Man City."

Speaking of this, the corner of the shop owner's mouth curled up slightly. His expression was incomparably mocking.

A mere Battle Core Stage warrior dared to mock Ning Qi and the other two. It was imaginable that the so-called rules of Dead Man City had filled him with confidence.

"Such a place shouldn't exist in the first place."

Ning Qi smiled faintly. A blade light flashed across his eyes. The owner and the cultivator who was enjoying the child-brain soup in the shop. The shop owner didn't die on the spot after being cut into several pieces in the blink of an eye. The broken head rolled down beside Ning Qi's feet. He looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger. He let out a breath like roar, "How dare you kill me in Dead Man City! I am a native! Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape! "

Swoosh! Swoosh! Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on Ning Qi. The cultivators who were walking along the way stopped in their tracks and looked at Ning Qi with different expressions.

Among these cultivators, most of them were aboriginals, but some of them were aboriginals. They were the cultivators who were passing by. The way they looked at Ning Qi... It was somewhat strange. In their point of view, although Dead Man City was a bit violent, some things were really disgusting, but the lives of ordinary mortals... So what?

There were trillions and trillions of mortals in Central Continent. It was unwise to break the rules of Dead Man City just because of these mortals who were raised like pigs and sheep.

"I wonder which family is the descendant of. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

"They only rely on their courage to do things. They won't live long!"

"Everything has to be done with careful consideration. However, this child is rather pleasing to my eyes. Later, I'll help him say a few good words and guarantee his life!"

An old man who was emitting the aura of a Fourth Tribulation Creator looked at Ning Qi with admiration. There was also a group of young cultivators by his side. Their strength was usually between a First Tribulation Creator and a Second Tribulation Creator.

"Which ignorant fellow dares to break the rules of my Dead Man City?"

An angry roar was heard, and all the cultivators on the street moved aside. The entire street was surrounded by Ning Qi and the other two men, and there was no one within a thousand feet of them!

"I can't run anymore. Do I need you to worry about me?"

Ning Qi looked at the head beside his feet with a mocking expression. He lightly stepped on the head, then turned his eyes to Black Robed Cultivator who was standing not far away from him.

This Black Robed Cultivator's body was emitting a faint aura of First Tribulation Creator. After landing on the ground, his eyes were locked onto Ning Qi.

"Eh? Brother Chen Jiu, is that you? Do you still remember this old man? Hahaha! This is a misunderstanding! On my account, why don't we just forget about it? "

When the old man saw who it was, he immediately burst into laughter and stepped forward to greet him.

"Pu Yan? Is this cultivator also a disciple of your Pu Family?"

When Black Robed Cultivator saw the old man, he frowned slightly, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes.

"The one who died was merely a Battle Core Stage shop owner. Hmm... Those customers were accidentally affected, but their cultivation base was also very low. In our eyes, there are some medicinal pills inside the ant-like existence. Brother Chen Jiu, please accept it."

The old man smiled and didn't answer Black Robed Cultivator's question. Instead, he handed Black Robed Cultivator a leather bag.

Chen Jiu kept the leather bag without batting an eyelid, then he gave Ning Qi a cold glance, "Today's matter, I will treat it as a misunderstanding. However, you can't stay in Dead Man City anymore. Get out of here."

"Little brother, you have to lower your head under the roof."

The old man's voice rang in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi smiled at him, then waved his hand gently.

Nine Flame Great Arhat Palm!

A fierce palm technique landed on Chen Jiu's body. Under the eyes of everyone present, Chen Jiu, who was still full of energy, turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Old man, I want to massacre the Dead Man City today. If you have nothing to do with the Dead Man City, please watch the show from behind..."

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly.

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