, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the strongest dragon slaying system!Chapter 1681 A kick like a cloud

"We can't get out!

The selected monks glanced at each other, stood up in unison, gathered together, and looked at Zhao Lang with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Lang was staring at Ning Qi, and when he heard this, he glanced at them coldly: "You can't get out!"

"Roar!"

A roar came from outside, accompanied by a few screams, and everyone's expressions changed, and they all walked to the gate of the ruined temple to look into the distance.

Ning Qi: They are no exception.

I saw a translucent phantom in the distance, holding a head and a headless corpse in his hand, making a roar to the sky, the clothes on this phantom were very ancient, and it was likely to be dead for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years!

As if sensing the situation of the ruined temple here, the phantom gaze came towards this place in vain!

Xiao Wuye and the others glanced at each other, and suddenly made a move, among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were only the first tribulation creator, and some were the second tribulation creator, in the face of Xiao Wuye, a group of sect Tianjiao who joined forces to compete with the four tribulation creators, they were not vulnerable at all, and they were directly suppressed by them, and then they were thrown outside the broken temple!

"You don't have to die well!"

The group of monks roared angrily at Xiao Wuye and the others in the blood-colored rain, and then fled in all directions, because Xiao Wuye and they were standing at the gate of the broken temple, and it was impossible to go back, so they could only see if they could escape to the next refuge point when they were killed by the soul of the ancient powerhouse!

Those monks who were not selected flashed with pity in their eyes, if their cultivation was a little lower, they would be the ones who were thrown out today.

In the cultivation world, as expected, whoever has the big fist has the final say!

"Three more!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on Ning Qi and the others, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Do you go out by yourself, or will I do it?"

Tu Kong's eyes flickered, but there was a trace of expectation in his heart, if Ning Qi and the three of them were thrown outside the broken temple and killed by the soul of the ancient powerhouse, a pimple would be removed in his heart.

"Senior ......"

Bu Shaofeng, brother and sister, looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled, ignoring Zhao Lang, Xiao Wuye and the others saw this, and glanced at Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang suddenly felt annoyed in his heart, and walked straight towards Ning Qi, a mighty creation power surged out of his body!

Everyone was slightly stunned, because Zhao Lang's move was not to throw Ning Qi and them out of the broken temple, but to directly kill Ning Qi!

"It is worthy of being a monk of the Joy Demon Sect, acting so domineering!"

Many monks secretly slandered themselves in their hearts.

Just when everyone was very sure that Ning Qi and the three of them would definitely die, Ning Qi's figure moved slightly, appeared behind Zhao Lang, and kicked Zhao Lang's ass, and the next moment, Zhao Lang exclaimed, and his whole body flew out of the broken temple, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or Ning Qi did it on purpose, the direction he flew in was exactly where the soul of the ancient powerhouse was located!

"Senior brother!"

Following Xiao Wuye and them into the broken temple, there were also two monks from the Huanxi Demon Sect, seeing that Zhao Lang was kicked out of the broken temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Poof!

With two feet like flowing clouds and water, the two monks of the Joy Demon Sect immediately followed Zhao Lang's steps and flew towards the soul of the ancient powerhouse.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror, turned his head unwillingly and resentfully to look at Ning Qi, and then, he was torn to pieces by the soul of the ancient powerhouse without any resistance, and his two junior disciples ended up the same as Zhao Lang!

After the soul of the ancient strong man killed these three people, he landed in front of the door of the broken temple, and his cold eyes looked at everyone indifferently, at this time, a golden light appeared on the broken temple, and it looked up to the sky and roared, chasing after the monk who had just escaped from the broken temple.

Drip......

Some monks had cold sweat dripping to the ground, and after the soul of the ancient powerhouse left, they let out a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with disbelief.

Zhao Lang is the creator of the Three Tribulations, or a monk of the Joy Demon Sect, and his combat power in the same rank is definitely stronger than that of ordinary sects and scattered monks!

However, such an existence was kicked out by the other party and died in the hands of the soul of the ancient powerhouse, which really made them have a great change in Ning Qi's strength, looking at Ning Qi's gaze, but also with a hint of jealousy and fear, obviously his body only exudes the breath of the creator of the second tribulation, but the performance is so much stronger than the creator of the third tribulation, this is likely to be an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The monk who was lying in the corner first and scolded Bu Shaofeng, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, if he knew that Ning Qi's combat power was so strong, he would have obediently given up his seat just now.

Zhao Lang...... Dead ......"

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and the others looked at Ning Qi with strange eyes, Zhao Lang was the same as them, as a disciple of Tianjiao of the Seven Great Sects, among these seven people, his combat power was not ranked at the top, and it was not very bad! Fu Ji had tried with Zhao Lang, and the two were on par!

And Xiao Wuye, the strongest, it will take at least a hundred moves to win Zhao Lang, and the strength consumed must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are powerhouses of the same level in the field of creation, even if there is a gap in strength, after each of them uses the field of creation, this gap will be shortened to an extremely short time!

"Amitabha, do you know who the person who was just killed by your Excellency is?"

Shakya Ruye looked at Ning Qi and said with a slight smile.

"The monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Huh?"

Everyone's eyes became even more strange, since they knew that Zhao Lang was a monk of the Joy Demon Sect, the other party killed Zhao Lang, or personally sent Zhao Lang to hell, but at this moment he was so calm?

The jealousy of Ning Qi in everyone's hearts deepened a little, Zhao Lang was already dead, and they took refuge in the forbidden land again, and now the number of people in the broken temple was exactly fifty, and it would be no good to fight with Ning Qi again, so Xiao Wuye took the lead in turning around and finding a place to sit cross-legged, and the monks in that place saw this, and moved aside with ugly faces.

"I see, I see, I ...... so"

The three of Tu Kong suddenly realized in their hearts, they finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Old Ghost Du, not because of Ning Qi's speed, but because of ...... Ning Qi's combat power is not as simple as it seems on the surface, although Du Lao Ghost is the creator of the Three Tribulations, he is naturally weaker than the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect, and the other party can even kick the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect away, what are they counted as Du Lao Ghosts?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, there was a hint of horror in his eyes, and he wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain was still raining outside, and from time to time there was a roar.