Chapter 1110: Aspiring

The first one hundred and tenth chapter is like a rainbow
They felt a very terrible breath from Ning Qi, and this breath is stronger than all the monks who have seen them in the late stage of fighting!
"Boss!"
"metropolitan!"
"Young Master!"
When everyone in the Temple of War saw Ning Qi, his face suddenly showed ecstasy, and Ning Qi came back, and their heart and bones came back. Today, no matter whether it is war or harmony, there is no fear!
Ning Qi nodded calmly to the crowd, then his eyes fell on Mo Qing, frowning: "Who are you, what is it to come to my temple of war?"
"The smell of this child is a bit strange..."
Mo Qing also reacted, and the taunting color in his eyes gradually faded, and his face showed a hint of jealous color.
Ning Qi discovered that the ban on the Temple of War was already crushed, and the whole Temple of the God of War was exposed in front of everyone, and his face suddenly fell.
The atmosphere of this group of guys is the late stage of the fighting, it is obvious that it is not the people of Lingwu mainland. At this time, two figures are quietly receding.
Ning Qi saw the two men at a glance, and waited for Mo Qing’s answer. He directly reached out and grabbed. Ma Yuansheng and the Qing Emperor flew involuntarily to Ningqi.
"Ma Yuansheng? Is the beginning of the battlefield?"
Ning Qi looked at Ma Yuansheng like a smile.
"Hah, it turned out to be the Northern Emperor."
Ma Yuansheng laughed.
Qingdi’s face was a bit ugly. He couldn’t think that Ningqi would return to the Temple of War in such a coincidence. As soon as he knew this, he would leave this place and hide in the Xianwu Continent.
Ning Qi’s sixth sense tells himself that today’s event may have something to do with the two people, so after using it to control them, they look at Mo Qing:
I just asked you, you haven’t answered me yet. So many people came to the Temple of War and smashed the ban on my Temple of War. Is this looking for trouble?"
"You are the embers of the Temple of War, you should die!"
Mo Qing did not speak, and the mid-term monk in the vicinity of Dou Dan was the first to open his mouth. He looked at Ning Qi with a fierce look. His cultivation was relatively low. He did not feel like the Mo Qing and others. Far more than the rich atmosphere of the late stage of the fighting.
The Temple of the God of War?
Ning Qi's look was slightly moved. At this moment, the voice of Xiaoyue was heard in his ear. She told the story in an orderly manner. From her mouth, Ning Qi finally knew who the other party was.
Ning Qi’s eyes showed a hint of joy, and he could not realize the last wish of war and no desire. He can finish it today, and he finally found the murderer who destroyed the Temple of War.
"You are the sacred hall? When you were in the temple of war, are you destroyed?"
Ning Qi looked at Mo Qing like a smile.
Mo Qing finally opened his mouth, and his eyes were a little taboo: "You are the master of this generation of war temples? I am coming to the immortal monk of the Immortal Church. You are still ready to go."
"It’s not necessary to get rid of it. I am not so polite, why not try it?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"Good! I will come to ask you about your tricks!"
Mo Qing’s eyes picked up slightly.
The other party cannot be an immortal monk. Since everyone is a late monk in the battlefield, it is a strong one, and it can't control today's battle.
Today, Mo Qing is very glad that the thunder tigers have come over and there are them. The Temple of War is going to be destroyed again anyway today!
Mo Qing Chao Ningqi shot, Lei Dongsheng and other late monks in the battlefield gaze at this scene, they want to see the details of Ning Qi's cultivation from the details of the two men, in the end.
The monks onlookers nearby are very nervous and have some expectations.
The four words of the Northern Xuan Mozun, these years in the Lingwu mainland, but the existence of the sky, almost every place, there will be monks to talk about, today can see the North Xuan Mozun shot, they deeply feel that this time there is no White.
The Eastern Holocaust and Li Mingxi looked at each other with a smirk on their faces, and they had the best understanding of Ningqi’s cultivation.
Ning Laotai, Hantiansheng, Xueling, Xiaoyueer, Niu Dazhuang, but they have a hint of worry in their eyes. After all, the other party is a monk in the late stage of the battlefield. Ning Qi, can you cope with it?
Ning Qi faintly looked at the serious face of Mo Qing, ignoring the power of the incomparable law around him. When Mo Qing’s tricks were about to fall on his body, Ning Qi raised his hand slightly, and the five rules When the force broke out, each one was condensed to the limit of three thousand.
At this time, Ning Qi, the breath that was released, made everyone feel an inexplicable heart, and Mo Qing’s face changed slightly. After feeling the power of five different laws, he lost his voice: Five rules?"
boom!
Without any detail, Ning Qi’s light palm was directly on the ground, and the hair and clothes on his body were turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost blink of an eye, Mo Qing changed. The red strip, the next moment, his blood spurted out, arms, thighs, after a short delay, as if by an invisible force, a slow fold, the sound of broken bones, chilling.
噗通.
The limbs are tightly fastened to the body. In addition to the head and the body, Mo Qing, who is still safe and innocent, falls to the ground from the air, and the blood keeps spilling from his nostrils, eyes, ears and mouth.
The three middle-aged monks of Zhu Xiantang saw this scene, and they stood in the same place, and the uncontrollable body shook.
"hiss……"
Lei Dongsheng took a cold breath and looked at Mo Qing’s miserable look in amazement. Some of his heart was unbelievable. How could this be?
Everyone was a late monk in the battlefield. How couldn't Mo Qing even pick up the other side of the battle, and he was beaten like this, as if... all the dignity was lost.
"Good, good!"
Duan handsome looked at Ning Qi with a stunned look, then flashed a ecstasy in his eyes and cheered loudly. The disciples of the Temple of War were filled with a sense of glory. They were just a late monk in the battlefield. In a blink of an eye, they were The lord has become this dog, it is really deflated.
"The Temple of War!"
"The Temple of War!"
At this moment, the Temple of War is like a rainbow!
However, Lei Dongsheng and other late monks in the battlefield had a retreat in their hearts, but Ning Qi’s eyes were just right for them at this time. They wanted to go and did not dare to go.
"You are waiting a moment."
Ning Qi smiled and reached out for a few moments. The group of monks who stood still in the void, and the monks of the Xianxian Temple fell directly. The Eastern Holocaust made a gesture, and immediately the disciples of the Temple of War flew out and put This group of monks and priests, including Mo Qing, who was beaten by force, caught the battle platform.
After watching them finish all this, Ning Qi looked at Lei Dongsheng and others and smiled and said: "You, I heard that the ban on the Temple of War, you also have a break?"