Chapter 1626: Murder

The first thousand six hundred and twenty-six chapters killing people
Chen Zhong uses all the power of creation all over the body, madly urging the joyful konjac, the magic flame seems to be endless, mad out from the gourd, this time, the devil of the magical flame of Haotian, the five senses no longer It was as vague as before, and it made a roar that everyone could not understand.
In the eyes of Ziyue Yanjun, there was a fascinating color in the eyes. "Is this a magical language? Is it true that a magical sorcerer lives in an ancient demon that has long been annihilated for thousands of years?"
The color of greed flashed from his eyes.
"The ancestors, the joyful demon lord turned over the joyful konjac to Chen Zhong, I am afraid that the purpose of their coming out this time is not very simple, this is a matter, we are not..."
Blood River is a true voice.
In the eyes of Ziyue Yanjun, there is a hint of hesitation in the eyes. After all, Chen Zhong stands behind a famous nine-robbery lord of the Central Plains - joyful demon! Although this kind of existence is not in the eyes of Cangji Yuanzun, it is not easy to be a generation. If the fire is robbed today, take away the joyful konjac, unless you are sure not to leak the slightest wind... Otherwise, Ziyue Yanjun will face one Nine the wrath of the Creator...
"Don't act rashly, look at the situation first."
Ziyue Yanjun's faint voice.
"Yes, ancestors!"
Blood River really nodded.
"Dead!!"
Chen Zhong’s eyes showed a hint of madness. He believed that even if he was a seven-robbery creator, under this attack, he must be turned into a gray fly!
A sense of danger has risen from Ning Qi’s heart. He did not choose to confront the trolls of this magical flame this time. Instead, he exerted a moment of 90,000 miles. His figure appeared directly behind Chen Zhong’s speed. Too fast, for the monks like Chen Zhong, his speed is the existence of the BUG level.
"How can it be……"
Chen Zhong’s goose bumps on his neck were erected, and the two celestial celestial robes around him, it seems that Ning Qi has already stood behind them, looking around and looking for Ning Qi who disappeared in the same place.
"This gourd is good. If you destroy my spirit, I will pay it to me."
Ning Qi reached out and grabbed Chen Zhong’s neck and smiled.
"Demon?"
The Tianjiao of the Devil's Religion heard the voice of Ning Qi, and this turned away, and looked at Ning Qi unbelievably, and the joyful konjac in the hands of Chen Zhong gradually lost its luster and changed back to the ordinary blood-colored gourd. Chen Zhong was tightly held in his hand. He heard Ning Qi’s words. Chen Zhong’s eyes flashed a hint of horror. The subconscious said:
Impossible! You even played the idea of ​​konjac, you are not afraid of the devil to find the door. ?"
Rejoices and devils dare to hand over the joyful konjac to him. In fact, because this central continent has a few other existences, the monks who dare to play the konjac idea cannot exist at all, so Chen Zhong just just hesitated. In the face of Ziyue Yanjun, he took out the joyful konjac. In his opinion, he gave the purple moon Yanjun ten courage and did not dare to take it. Otherwise, he will face anger from the joyful demon. !
At the moment, this unnamed junior has actually played the idea of ​​rejoicing konjac? If today, the joyful konjac is taken away from his hands, even if he returns to the sect, he will be severely punishable!
"Don't you give it? Then I took it myself."
Ning Qi smiled slightly, and the spirit of the fairy spirit rushed out from his palm, and rushed into Chen Zhong’s body like a flood. Chen Zhong only had time to make a tragic, body swelled insanely, and finally banged and burst into The blood clot, Ning Qi caught from the blood of the sky, caught the joyful konjac, did not carefully look at it, directly into the space package, while the body shape, disappeared in place, and he just stood The place, with a loud bang, appeared a huge pothole, and Ziyue Yanjun held a sword with the power of faint creation in his hand, maintaining an attacking posture.
"Ziyue Yanjun, an unspeakable sneak attack, what a hero?"
Ning Qi seems to laugh and laugh.
Ziyue Yanjun looked at Ning Qi coldly: "Hand over the joyful konjac, this time you offend the things of Cang Ji Yuan Zun, I will go back to help you speak, let Cang Ji Yuan respect you a way of life."
"This kind of deception is almost three years old."
Ning Qi smiled.
The two remaining joyful Mozong Tianjiao stood in the same place after discovering Chen Zhong’s death. The result was implicated by the sword of Ziyue Yanjun, who was seriously injured. They looked at each other with horror, and they have discovered the state of affairs today. I am afraid that it is difficult to recover. Even Ziyue Yanjun has a greedy heart for the joyful devil!
"work!"
Ziyue Yanjun gave a cold drink.
work?
In the eyes of everyone, there was a hint of doubtful color. The Tongshan ancestor, who was closest to Xuehe Zhenxian, suddenly spewed out a blood, and some looked incredulously.
"Go on the road."
Xuehe Zhenxian smiled slightly, and waited for him to continue to shoot. The master of Tongshan was exclaimed, and his body shape immediately disappeared into the place. When it appeared again, it was already far away, and Xuehe really smiled. Laughing, the figure is flashing, chasing the lord of the mountain.
After the other dozens of red robe monks got the order of Ziyue Yanjun, they immediately rushed to the monks watching the battle. They did not expect that the high-ranking creators would do it to them. The front circle of the monks almost did not even react. They were killed, until this time, they reacted and fled in horror.
"Sister, run away! They want to kill people!"
The two males of the Zengyang faction couldn’t think of the meaning of Ziyue Yanjun at this moment, and they quickly took Lei Wenjuan and rushed away.
"Old ancestors!"
Ziyue Donghua stunned for a moment, and then he shot it out. The group of monks who were closest to him were even screamed and screamed.
"Hand over the joyful konjac and change your life. This is your last chance."
Ziyue Yanjun walked slowly toward Ningqi.
"I want to see how strong the seven lords are, you want to rejoice the konjac, come and get it yourself."
Ning Qi smiled slightly and also greeted the Dragon Sword.
"Swords Star River!"
Ziyue Yanjun smiled. When the two men were less than a hundred feet apart, he suddenly went to Ningqi with a sword. The void around him suddenly broke, and the power of the majestic creations swept away like Ningqi.
Ning Qi’s mouth was slightly raised, and both hands held the Dragon Sword directly toward the sword of Ziyue Yanjun. The void that was originally smashed by Ziyue Yanjun was smashed twice by Ningqi, and the sword of Ziyue Yanjun After touching the Dragon Sword, they scattered to both sides and completely prevented Ningqi from harming.
"You also eat me a knife!"
Ning Qi laughed and jumped up, his body rising in the wind, his hands carrying the power of Wan Hao, waving the dragon knives that also became dozens of feet long, and squatting toward the purple moon Yanjun .