1830: C1830 Instant Kill

C1830 Instant Kill

1830. Insta-kill.

"I heard that the one on the monument is Ning Beixuan?"

"That's right."

"It seems like Happy Devil Sect has provoked a madman this time. How dare he come here and block the door? Does he really think that Happy Devil Sect is a mediocre sect? "

Some mediocre sects would often offend their enemies. They were attacked by their enemies and blocked the door for several years. In order to vent their anger and let the other cultivators know about this... He came here to watch a joke, so that no matter whether or not he killed them all in the end, that way, he would be able to regain his face.

However, this kind of thing only happened in unpopular sects. The slightly more powerful Second-rate Sect had an Immortal King Level in their sect, so it was very rare for them to be blocked by someone, let alone a top sect like the Happy Devil Sect.

More and more cultivators were gathered here, and the hundreds of square cities had become empty. Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed on Ning Qi, and they were filled with shock and curiosity.

Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone monument. He gently placed his hands on his knees. At this moment, several figures suddenly flew out from the direction of the Happy Devil Sect.

Everyone's attention was attracted by them. They all looked over. The leader was Wu Chongxian, followed by five elders who were also at the Seventh Tribulation.

Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stone tablet, and his eyes fell on the line of blood-red words. He was silent for a while, then he looked at Ning Qi and said, "Since you have a grudge with the Happy Devil Sect, do you dare to report your name?"

"Who are you? You are in charge of the Happy Devil Sect?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

A cold light flashed across Wu Chongxian's eyes and he said faintly, "I am Wu Chongxian."

Minor Demon Sovereign, Wu Chongxian?

When the surrounding cultivators heard this name, their faces were filled with shock. They had stayed here for a very long time, and had long heard about Happy Devil Sovereign's personal disciple, the Wu Chongxian who was referred to as the Minor Demon Sovereign.

It was said that this man's talent was extremely terrifying. He had cultivated for less than ten thousand years, and he was already the creator of the Seven Tribulations. In the future, he would have the chance to become a Ninth Tribulation Creator and take over the Happy Devil Sect!

"Wu Chongxian? I've never heard of him before. You all should go back and stay."

Ning Qi waved his hand.

"Arrogant!"

When the elders of Happy Devil Sect saw Ning Qi's attitude and the blood word on the monument, their faces turned ashen. They wished they could suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

"Sir, I have yet to tell you my name."

Wu Chongxian said coldly.

"Ning Beixuan."

Ning Qi said faintly.

"You are Ning Beixuan? The Happy Devil Gourd is on you?"

Wu Chongxian's expression changed slightly.

The few elders of the Happy Devil Sect behind him had shocked expressions on their faces.

"That's right, you want it?"

Ning Qi smiled and took out the Immortal Killing Devil Gourd. He placed it beside him and said with a faint smile, "If you want it, come and get it yourself. If you can take it away, I'll give it to you."

"What Immortal Killing Devil Gourd? This is clearly a Happy Devil Gourd!"

Wu Chongxian coldly shouted. His body instantly disappeared from where he was standing. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ning Qi. He looked down at Ning Qi from above with a mocking expression in his eyes.0

"Little Demon Sovereign, come back quickly!"

The elders of Happy Devil Sect shouted hastily. Their faces were filled with anxiety. They had already received the news that Zhuge Tao had died in Ning Qi's hands. Obviously, Ning Qi's combat strength was definitely above the eighth tribulation. However... Wu Chongxian had been in seclusion all this time, and they hadn't had the time to tell him the news yet.

When Wu Chongxian heard the shouts of the elders, a cold light flashed across his eyes. He ignored them, and stretched out his hand to grab the Immortal Killing Devil Gourd, causing it to fly into his hand. A trace of joy appeared in Wu Chongxian's eyes. He then struck his palm toward Ning Qi's head.

Seeing this, everyone held their breaths and watched this scene nervously. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian was the famous Minor Devil Sovereign of Happy Devil Sect. His strength had already surpassed that of an ordinary Immortal King Level, and from the beginning until the end, Ning Qi had been... There's no reaction at all, very likely to be slapped to death.

However, when Wu Chongxian's palm was only an inch away from the back of Ning Qi's head, it stopped. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the palm that was grabbing his wrist.

"His strength is too weak. His cultivation base is not bad. If he was placed among the younger generation... But compared to Thunder Emperor, Venerable Hidden Immortal, Yan Shengzi, you are not the slightest bit weaker than a One-Star. It was no wonder that Happy Devil Sovereign wasn't an expert. At most, he was considered a third-rate expert. It's normal for him to cultivate a third-rate Heavenly Prodigy like you. "

Ning Qi said with a faint smile.

"Thunder Emperor, Daoist Zang Xian, Yan Shengzi? Have you met them before?"

A trace of shock flashed across Wu Chongxian's eyes. These three people were the targets he wanted to surpass every day and night, but when they spoke, it sounded so casual.

The elders of the Happy Devil Sect looked anxious, and they exchanged glances with each other. Qi Qi attacked Ning Qi to suppress him. If Wu Chongxian died in Ning Qi's hands... They were afraid that their fate wouldn't be any better than death when Happy Devil Sovereign returned to the sect.

"Not only have I seen them before, I have also sent them to the Western Paradise."

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly. In front of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators present, he grabbed the shocked Wu Chongxian and threw him at the few elders of Happy Devil Sect who were flying towards him.

* Hong! *

They were caught off guard and were thrown off their feet by Wu Chongxian. However, such an injury... It was just that in the next moment, before they could react... A saber light flashed in the sky, followed by the cultivators nearby. Whether they were cultivators from the Happy Devil Sect or those who were paying attention to this place - They saw a rain of blood in the sky. Countless pieces of meat were falling from the sky. Together with the blood, they fell to the ground.

Instant kill!

Until his death, Wu Chongxian did not even have the chance to use the Body of Ten Thousand Demons, which he had just cultivated.

"Hiss..."

All the cultivators on the scene stared blankly at the pile of minced meat on the ground. After they recovered from their shock, they all sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Ning Qi, tongue-tied and tongue-tied.

"Ning Beixuan is actually this strong? Even the Little Demon Lord was killed?"

"Those five elders are not weak either. They are at least seven Creators, plus the Little Demon Sovereign, there are a total of six Seven Tribulations Creators. How can they not even withstand a single strike from Ning Beixuan?"

" The Minor Demon Sovereign is dead, and so are the elders. What's going on... "

The cultivators of Happy Devil Sect were unwilling to believe what they saw with their own eyes. They rubbed their eyes and then fell into a state of terror.

As one of the seven major sects, the Happy Devil Sect had always been the one to beat people up. No one dared to kill a cultivator of the Happy Devil Sect in front of so many people. But now... Six of them had died! To the Happy Devil Sect, six of them had a very high status!

Ning Qi smiled and closed his eyes once again, as if he had done something insignificant.

At this moment, there were no cultivators in the Happy Devil Sect that were stronger than the Minor Demon Lord and the others. The disciples of the Happy Devil Sect could only look at Ning Qi helplessly.

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