Chapter 1672: Terrible black gas

The first thousand six hundred and seventy two chapters terrible black gas
As soon as Ning Qigang entered the Valley of the Dead, there were countless blood-red eyes in the distance, including the seven seven masters.
There were hundreds of eyes behind him falling on him. Ning Qi did not intend to show strength in front of this group of people, so when he was in shape, he ran to the valley of the dead.
After running a certain distance, Ning Qi stopped.
"The gods of that group of guys shouldn't be here?"
Ning Qi’s mouth is slightly raised, and at the same time, he is already surrounded by the zombie army, with about a hundred heads.
"Roar!"
Perhaps it was just transformed into a zombie, and the resentment was soaring. The seven masters of the seven masters slammed and rushed over to Ningqi.
"Get your hands first."
Gently wave your hand.
Constant empty sword!
Puff puff……
These seven unlucky ones have just turned into zombies. Even a day after the zombies have never lived, they have been smashed by Ning Qi, but strangely, they seem to have not died. Ning Qi found that in their brains, there is one The black beads, the heart of the movement, the black pillar was crushed into pieces by Ning Qi.
"Hey! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and getting 1 point!"
"Hey! Congratulations to the host..."
"..."
The system sounds continuously, and Ning Qi has obtained... seven points of creation.
"There is indeed a point of creation, but this is too little for the creation point?"
Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but the seven generations were the existence of the three robbers. They could have brought 105 points to Ningqi. After becoming a zombie, one person only gave Ningqi 1 point. , a full 15 times less!
"However, this dead valley has existed for many years. Every year, there are monks who die here. If they accumulate, the number of zombies must be very large. If they have the points of creation, the number will be considerable."
Ning Qi’s eyes fell on the rest of the zombies that were coming to him. The zombies’ breath was stronger than the seven, but only strong.
Constant empty sword!
Ning Qi is like a tiger into the flock. These zombies, which look terrible to outsiders, can't hurt Ning Qi at all. The stinking corpses on them are isolated from the body by Ning Qi's scent of the spirits. Not to Ning Qi's skin, let alone poisoning Ning Qi.
After becoming a zombie, in addition to saving one or two of their strengths in front of them, they have lost their minds. Ning Qi seems to cut all the more than one hundred zombies in front of him.
"Hey! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and getting 1 point!"
"Ding!"
The system's prompt tone kept ringing, and it stopped for more than a hundred sounds. Every zombie brought him 1 point of creation. Plus the seven heads that were killed before, Ningqi got 115 this time. Point the point!
Host: Ning Qi.
Equal order: three robbers creator.
Creation point: 1345/10000.
Gongfa: The eighth day of the prisoner's dragon elephant.
Health: One dollar.
Tu Longjing: 4150.
At the same time of gaining more than one hundred points of creation, Tu Longjing has also increased a bit. Ning Qi intends to make up 10,000 points to exchange a set of Sanwei real body for the cold day, plus the water of azure, then the purple tree Let the cold heavens take care of them.
The zombies around have already died, and there are scattered zombies in the distance that seem to have discovered the movement here and come here.
"The system prompts that this is a walking corpse. On the corpse, there should be a higher level of zombies. They can give them a point of creation. Wouldn't it be so stingy?"
Ning Qi smiled, did not retreat, and greeted those zombies, one palm, as long as there are zombies, there are Ning Qi figures.
In this way, Ning Qi did not know how long he had killed. He found that the zombies on the periphery seemed to have disappeared. At this time, the total number of his creation points had reached: 3874/10000.
From him into the Valley of the Dead, until now, the point of creation has increased by nearly 3,000 points to nearly 2,000! This is equivalent to Ning Qi want to kill more than 500 robbing creators, more than 200 robbing creators, more than 100 robbing creators, can there be so many creators in the outside world to find death?
If there is no hatred, regardless of the killing, but only for the advanced, Ning Qi can not do it, he only kills the killer.
Killing the innocent monk is equal to having entered the devil, and sacrifices himself with the blood of the soul. Ning Qi asks himself that everything is not related to the devil.
But killing these zombies, Ning Qi has no psychological burden, because they are no longer human.
"There are so many kills, all of them are corpses, and it seems that the higher-level zombies should go deeper."
Ning Qi walked in the depths of the Valley of the Dead.
I don't know how far I went. Ning Qi finally saw a zombie that was much thicker than the corpse. He just hadn't waited for him to shoot, and suddenly there was a black gas swept away from him. This black gas just followed The seven masters of the monks became exactly the same as the zombies!
At that time, Ning Qi had a ban on the outside of the Valley of the Dead. Now, Ning Qi is facing the black air and suddenly feels dizzy and wants to vomit.
"A strong corpse!"
There was a shock in his eyes, and Ning Qi’s face was dignified, but he did not choose to escape. Instead, he held the Dragon Sword and waited quietly.
The black air whistling, and immediately swept in front of Ningqi, and at this time, Ning Qi took out a knife, half of the black gas dissipated, not waiting for Ning Qi to react, and the remaining black gas still shrouded Ning Qi, Ning Looking up, the black gas is very long, and the end should be in the depths of the Valley of the Dead.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Since the Dragon Sword can't dispel this black gas, Ning Qi directly removes the 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙The head, collided with the black gas.
boom!
The black gas suddenly dissipated.
Ning Qi’s mouth rose slightly and sneered a little, but then he seemed to hear a roar in the depths of the Valley of the Dead. Then, hundreds of black clouds swept over Ningqi, faster than before. Several times.
Ning Qi has a slight glimpse, this black gas is not only fast, but even the breath is horrible countless times. If he had such a hint of jealousy before the black gas, now is the heart!
In the blink of an eye 90,000 miles!
Ning Qi's body shape is a streamer, fleeing toward the Valley of the Dead, he is already very certain, the existence behind the black gas must be the nine lords!
Manipulating the existence of black gas, it seems a little surprised that the speed of Ningqi suddenly becomes so fast, right away, the speed of black gas is several times faster, chasing after it, just like Ningqi’s instantaneous 90,000 miles, black gas The speed is still weak.
The monk outside the Valley of the Dead watched as Ning Qi rushed out of the Valley of the Dead. Then hundreds of black gas slammed into the ban, suddenly shaking, and everyone could hear the dead. The roar from the valley!