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If the eyes of the evil ghosts just now were still covered up, now they were looking at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei in a hot mood. The group of evil ghosts who were at the same table with them couldn't wait to stand up. It seemed that as long as Ximen Jing gave the order, they would take action to swallow Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei into it.

In the belly!

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and fell down his cheeks on the table. He didn't dare to move, with a strong smile on his face, and his eyes looked at Ning Qi.

"Haha, living people? I remember not invited you this time. Who are you? Do you dare to speak loudly on my happy events and seek death?"

Ximen Jing looked at the two of them coldly, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing clearly that the other ghost kings were Ning Qi, they immediately showed a smile on their face, which was like watching the fun.

As for Yun Buer from the Ghost Spirit Sect, he looked at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei's eyes, but he looked at him with a hint of solemnity, and glanced around at the same time.

"When we came, did we find something wrong?"

Yun Buer whispered.

The spiritual masters at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said to Yun Buer: "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two people were sent by other sects? Are you planning to compete for business with us?"

Yun Buer nodded with a slightly solemn expression. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't figure out which spirit-level existence would be there to dare to speak up and mock these thousand-year-old ghosts in today's situation!

"Give up the words?"

Ning Qi smiled and shook his head, stood up and walked towards the direction where Ximen Jing and others were. Seeing this, the evil ghosts present followed Ning Qi's figure closely, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his heart. He thought that this living boy was very brave and dared to be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings, but he did not retreat but advance? Yan Zhibei stood up when Ning Qi stood up. He followed Ning Qi, and there was no way. He had to let him sit at the same table with so many spirit-level evil ghosts alone. It was really embarrassing him. The current situation seemed to be a dead end to others, but Yan Zhibei knew that he could only follow closely.

Only Ning Qi can survive in death!

Soon, Ning Qi's figure walked among the group of ghost kings and looked at Ximen Jing lightly, while the other ghost kings also looked at the two of them with curious eyes.

"I said you're about to die, you really don't believe it?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

Ximen Jing's figure is taller than Ning Qi. He lowered his head and looked down at Ning Qi. He looked fierce and evil, but now he looks even more scary because of the murderous intent in his heart.

The 98th living concubine he was about to marry was already scared by the aura of Ximen Jing, but she seemed to be able to detect that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were living people, so she was afraid, and looked at the depths of their eyes with a hint of hope!

"Boy, tell me, which sect did you come from?"

Ximen Jing took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

When he was in the world, he was just a beggar. After he died, he went to the underworld and achieved his current achievements step by step. It was definitely not brute force, but the wisdom he accumulated in the years he was a beggar! But these wisdoms happened to shine in the underworld!

How could a living person without a backer provoke these ghost kings in today's occasion?

"I am just a first-level casual cultivator."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Lan Jian?"

"When did the wandering cultivators become so bold?"

The curiosity in the eyes of all ghost kings was even more serious.

Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi, and suddenly said, "If you are really a casual cultivator, you will not be able to leave today."

"Who said I'm leaving?"

Ning Qi smiled.

Ximen Jing had to speak again. At this time, there was an extra sword in Ning Qi's hand, which gently stabbed into Ximen Jing's eyebrows.

The next moment, with a bang, Ximen Jing's body suddenly collapsed, and he did not react until the moment his soul disappeared!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points."

The extremely pleasant sound of the system sounded again.

"What's going on?"

"This guy killed Ximen Jing with one sword?"

"Who is he!"

When the ghost kings from all walks of life saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed. They stood up together and looked at Ning Qi with great fear. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of horror in their eyes.

Yun Buer and the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect he brought this time were also shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief. Ximen Jing, a thousand-year-old ghost, who had dominated the Ghost King here for many years, died like this?

How is this possible?

"I said, you are dead to the forefront, are you convinced now?"

Ning Qi smiled, and his eyes suddenly locked in a ghost king.

Although the Beim Mountain Ghost King had no physical body, he seemed to have a cold sweat on his back when Ning Qi stared at him. Before he could start, the tip of the sword had already penetrated his eyebrows deeply!

Bang!

The ghost king in Beim Mountain exploded on the spot and dissipated into the air.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points!"

The system prompt sounded again.

Seeing that Ning Qi killed two ghost kings in succession, the rest of the ghost kings dared not stand there, and they didn't even dare to keep their harsh words. They turned around and were about to run away. The century-old ghosts and even more ordinary evil ghosts also reacted and ran around!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 merit points!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host..."

"Ding! Congratulations..." The system prompt sounds kept ringing one after another. Ning Qi didn't care about those ordinary evil ghosts, even the century-old ghosts. However, the existence of the ghost king level was killed by Ning Qi one by one, and his soul was scattered. The fastest-runnered one just ran to the gate and died at the west gate.

In front of the old butler under his command.

The old man stared at a ghost king dying in front of him, took a breath and looked at Ning Qi in shock, forgot to escape. Ning Qi's merit value continued to explode, and soon, his merit value exceeded 50,000. At this moment, whether it was Ximen Jing or all the ghost kings who came to participate in his happy event this time, they all died under Ning Qi's sword. In the yard, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer and his group were left.

The disciples, the boys and girls, and the woman who almost had to have a wedding with Ximen Jing were still there.

The other ghosts have already run away!

Yun Buer also wanted to run away, but his thought dissipated when Ning Qi Xiantian killed the group of ghost kings. He did not dare to make any abnormal movements. It was precisely because of this that he lived to the end!

Yan Zhibei breathed a deep sigh of relief, and looked at Ning Qi's fear in his eyes, which made him feel a little more.
Chapter completed!