1628: C1628 How Could It be You！？

C1628 How Could It be You！？

How are you?

The Xiaoliu had said that after the war of immortals and devils, the Devil Clan had been wiped out. No trace of the Devil Clan had ever been seen in the various Immortal Domain in Immortal Clan Continent, but now... The devil Qi in Ziyue Yanjun's body was somewhat similar to the Qi in the Happy Devil Gourd. Furthermore, after using the forbidden technique... There was a huge change in him. The HP on the attributes panel was less than one Yuan. It had become three yuan!

Three yuan HP had a terrifying 30 billion health. Even Ning Qi could not compare to it!

"Devil Clan?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Ziyue Yanjun's eyes, then he sneered at Ning Qi. "I don't know what the Devil Clan you are talking about is, but I do. You will soon become a corpse. You are the one who took out the Happy Devil Gourd. Or should I take it out of your body?"

" Hehe, it seems like even if you have the bloodline of the Devil Clan, it is still extremely thin. You don't even have a memory inheritance, what a pity. I heard that after the devil Qi had entered your body, your physical body is extremely terrifying. Is that the power you just unleashed from the devil energy? It's indeed quite powerful. "

Ning Qi stood up from the ground and patted his chest. The devil Qi in his body had been expelled by the Immortal Spirit Qi, and his broken bones had been repaired.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Go to hell now."

Ziyue Yanjun saw that Ning Qi didn't lose his combat strength and was still able to stand up. A trace of madness appeared in his eyes, and he once again attacked Ning Qi with a wild laugh.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

This was the sound of their bodies colliding. Whether it was Ning Qi or Ziyue Yanjun, at this moment, their attainment in the body had already surpassed most of the cultivators. With just a simple punch, they could produce the explosive effect of the power of creation. Ziyue Yanjun's intelligence seemed to have decreased after his transformation. He did not dodge, and his fighting style was to exchange injury for injury. This fighting style was once Ning Qi's forte. However, it had been a long time since Ning Qi had such a chance to fight with human flesh. This time, he could fight to his heart's content!

The two of them exchanged blows as their fists crazily landed on each other. Ziyue Yanjun's fists could take away millions of HPS with each strike, and Ning Qi's fist's power was equal. It could also take away millions of HPS, or even more. Soon, the number of HPS on both sides decreased by more than half.

However, Ziyue Yanjun already had Sanyuan's health, so he only had two and a half Yuan left. Ning Qi only had half Yuan left. If this continued, the final result would still be Ning Qi's defeat.

Puff!

Ning Qi slightly leaned to the side, dodging the vital points. Ziyue Yanjun's fist landed on his left shoulder, fiercely smashing onto the ground. Boom!

A mushroom cloud rose up, and a big hole appeared on the ground. Ning Qi was lying in the middle of the big hole, and his left shoulder was almost flat. However, under the cleansing of the Immortal Spirit Qi, his injuries were recovering at an extremely fast speed. If it wasn't for Ning Qi's amazing recovery ability, his HP would have been unable to withstand such a fierce battle a long time ago.

If one didn't consider his cultivation base, and purely looked at his physical strength... Ziyue Yanjun was the most terrifying opponent Ning Qi had ever faced. No one had ever faced him in a long time. In terms of physical strength... They had to compete with him in terms of physical strength, but Ziyue Yanjun was not as good as him.

Ziyue Yanjun had used the forbidden bloodline skill, which was why he had such a terrifying physical body. After that, his cultivation base would drop by a notch, but Ning Qi didn't need it. The strength of his physique was from the Seventh Heavenly Layer of the Prison Suppressing Dragon Elephant Technique. It was brought to him by the Eternal Immortal Emperor's dharma idol. This was his own power!

"You are no match for me."

The corner of Ziyue Yanjun's mouth rose slightly. In his crescent moon-like pupils, this was the same feeling he gave Ning Qi before. It was completely different from the feeling he gave ___ before. The Xiaoliu had said that the devil energy of the Immortal Clan had poured into his body. After transforming into the Devil Clan, he lost his consciousness. Now, Ziyue Yanjun was in a completely different state. It was similar to this.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

"I was going to kill you, but now... I won't let you die so quickly. You forced me to use the forbidden technique, and now you want me to die so quickly? How is that possible? "

Ziyue Yanjun laughed evilly. He raised his right hand high up into the air, and like a drawn bow, he threw a punch at Ning Qi.

Puff!

One of his arms fell to the ground.

Another blade radiance flashed past, and the other arm also fell to the ground. The two arms that fell to the ground that were covered in black patterns seemed to still be alive as they wriggled strangely.

Ning Qi looked at Ziyue Yanjun, who was stunned, as if he felt something was wrong with the situation in front of him. He smiled and said, "Well, I admit that your physical strength is a little stronger than mine. But we didn't say that we could only use our fists at the beginning, right? After fighting with you for so long, these two arms can be considered as interest. Next, I'll take away the capital."

Only then did the slow Ziyue Yanjun react. He let out a furious roar and his broken arms grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye. As a result...

Puff! Puff!

Two more arms appeared on the ground.2

Ning Qi's smile was somewhat innocent, "Sorry, I cut off two more arms of yours."

"You! You deserve it! Die! "

Ziyue Yanjun roared at Ning Qi. The black lines on his face were like veins that protruded out of his skin, making him look extremely terrifying.

Puff!

His head fell from his neck to the ground and rolled to Ning Qi's feet. It was only at this moment that the black lines on his body gradually faded. His eyes also returned to normal. Ziyue Yanjun blinked. Then he looked at Ning Qi with a bitter smile. "How can your body be so strong? Even the Creator of the Eight Tribulations was killed by me just now. Why didn't you die? "

"I won't tell you."

Ning Qi said with a smile.

"Cangji Yuanzun will avenge me..."

A trace of unwillingness flashed across Ziyue Yanjun's eyes. Ning Qi gently waved his hand. Ziyue Yanjun's head instantly split into pieces. The surrounding scene kept collapsing. This was because Ziyue Yanjun's master was dead. The domain of fortune that he had condensed... Naturally, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. If Ziyue Yanjun could leave behind a trace of his divine soul... Perhaps he could save a small piece of land, just like how Dragon Devouring Pill Monarch had lived in the past.

Unfortunately, when his divine soul escaped from his body, it was crushed into pieces by Ning Qi. There was no longer Ziyue Yanjun in this world, and he was now dead.

"Ding! Congratulations to Host for successfully killing the Sixth Tribulation Creator. Obtained 50 Creation Point! '"

A system notification sounded out.

"Isn't he the Creator of the Seven Tribulations?"

Ning Qi was slightly stunned.

"This person used a forbidden technique, causing his cultivation base to drop by one tribulation."

"You're right."

Ning Qi couldn't help but curse in his heart. After that, Ziyue Yanjun's domain of fortune collapsed completely, and he once again appeared in Blood River Market.

"Why is it you?"

Bloodriver True Immortal stared at Ning Qi with his mouth wide open. The group of red robed cultivators that Ziyue Yanjun brought also looked at Ning Qi with disbelief in their eyes.

"Senior, save us!"

A group of cultivators were kneeling behind Ziyue Donghua. When they saw Ning Qi, Lei Wenjuan's body was covered with wounds. It was unknown whether the two senior brothers were dead or alive. Right now, if they wanted to live, they could only place their hopes on Ning Qi.

"Why can't it be me?"

Ning Qi looked at Bloodriver True Immortal with a faint smile.

His Creation Point had reached eight hundred and nine hundred and nine. He only needed one hundred and one more to reach one thousand. Adding this group of people together, he estimated that they were still a little lacking.

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