Chapter 1687: First thousand six hundred eighty seven

Chapter 1687 The first thousand six hundred and seventy-seven chapters are cut off!
"This……"
Everyone looked at Ning Qi with a stunned look. The old Pujia old man was shocked and inexplicable. Because when he was just shot, he couldn’t even react to it. Otherwise, he would definitely stop.
In the city of the dead, the strongest is the city owner who is known as the 'blood hand man' in the practice circle. No one knows his origins. He only knows that when he entered the city of the dead, it took only one hundred years to become the city of the dead. Take the previous generation of the city owner, a big monk who is at the top of the six robbery, and is about to enter the seven robbers, as the masters of all the masters of the dead city, swallowing live!
Since then, tens of thousands of years, the city of the dead under his rule has grown a lot. The key is that the hands are abducted from the superficial brutality, and they will also be very good. Every time there are seven masters of monks passing through this place, he Will send a batch of practice resources, let them pass without any benefits!
Have strength, have a wrist, and have a pulse!
Now Ning Qi has killed the hand of the man, and now he has added two more legs, and I want to escape from this boundary!
"Little brother, you are really impulsive!"
Pu Yan sighed and then retreated. The matter developed to this point. The elders of a Pu family in his district could not speak. If he involved this matter, even his family would be implicated. I want to go to the desperate situation of death.
"Blood wash my dead city!"
"This guy is really arrogant!"
"Wait for the city's law enforcement team to come and see if he can still be as hard as he just!"
Many local indigenous people showed a hint of sorrow in their eyes. Some people also extended their black tongues and licked their lips. They looked at Ning Qi’s eyes and seemed to be watching a dead body!
The reaction of the dead city was very fast. After Chen Jiu died, there were more than a dozen figures coming across the air. When the monks of these law enforcement teams arrived, the local monks of the dead city also stepped forward and surrounded Ningqi. When they got up, they walked toward Ningqi step by step, with smirk on their faces and the encirclement gradually shrinking.
"I heard that you want to wash my dead city?"
The law enforcement team monks who came here this time, although they are only a looming creator, but they are quite a number of people. The leader who looks like this may break through to the creator at any time. He glanced at the ashes on the ground and added As soon as the person who had just called the news said, he immediately turned to Ning Qi with a fierce look.
He was greeted by him, but it was a dazzling knives. There were dozens of monks around, and there was no time to make a scream. Under Ningqi’s knife, it became a muddy mud.
This time, those monks who are hostile to Ningqi are stunned. They can't think that Ning Qi can kill the law enforcement team monks in a flash, and there are dozens of ‘good city people’ in the dead city!
"Where is the city seat?"
Ning Qi faint road.
Step by step, step by step, pointing in one direction.
"Follow it."
Ning Qi smiled and walked in the direction of the city's main government.
Step Shaofeng brothers and sisters quickly followed, not afraid to be too far away from Ningqi.
On the way, there was a monk who heard the news and shot it to Ningqi. All of them were smashed by Ning Qi, and his creations rose, getting closer and closer to the 10,000-point mark.
After some shops, the shopkeepers inside fled, but did not escape far, they were caught up by the knife, and became another soul of death under Ningqi.
Whether it is the battlefield, the eternal life, or the legal situation, just under the mind of Ning Qi, the guy who has been sentenced to death, can not escape at this moment.
The eyes of the people from disdain, contempt, turned into shock, panic, and similar to the words of the monk who just walked by the road, looking at Ning Qi's eyes, but with a hint of dignity.
"Elders, this guy looks like her age, how can it be so strong!"
Some of the children of Pujia did not believe it.
Everyone is behind Ning Qi, and I have seen several robbing creators being killed by Ning Qi on the spot. From the beginning to the end, Ning Qi has never had a second knife!
"I am afraid his age is bigger than me!"
Pu Yan’s face showed a bitter smile. He just thought that Ning Qi was a younger generation. As a result, Ning Qi’s strength is now revealed. Pu Yan’s self-confessedness is far worse than that, and he dares to kill in the dead city, and he is not afraid of hands. I am afraid that the other side’s cultivation should be the Six Robbers!
The existence of the fairy king!
"Kill it! Kill the monks in the dead city too much, kill once, I will be able to get more resources to practice, hahaha, anyway... I will die under the master of the city!"
Ning Qi's killing, so many local indigenous people were first horrified, then smiled happily, the dead city strong is king, the survival of the fittest, the death of some guys, it may not be a bad thing for them, but it is good!
Like the existence of Ning Qi, it seems that every few hundred and a hundred years, there will be one, and finally what? Still not dead in the hands of the city!
After passing through a restaurant, Ning Qi smashed the restaurant into a smash, and the diners inside died on the spot. A fat, non-human monk jumped out of the ruins and looked at Ning Qi in horror. He was just a law. The early monk was also the owner of this restaurant.
"No, don't kill me, it's not my business. The rules of the dead city are like this. We... just eat some mortals!"
puff!
The head is landing.
Ning Qi continued to move forward without expression. Every time he walked a dozen feet, there was a shop that was destroyed by Ning Qi. The monks inside were all without exception. All of them were cut off on the spot and they were cut off.
These shops have one thing in common, that is, they take people as pigs and sheep, and cook them into a variety of delicious dishes. The monks who sold the children's brain soup did not say that the dead city rules.
But what about? A knife is broken!
When he was getting closer and closer to the city's main government, Ning Qi had already followed many unscrupulous monks, but Ning Qi did not shoot them. These cockroaches, after cooking, today's dead city, is destined to be red.
"Which is the sect of the sect, do you dare to mess with my dead city?"
A few roars sounded, and one monk came from the air. The condescending and cold looked at Ning Qi. These monks exude the atmosphere of the five lords. They have one thing in common. They are not human monks and demon. There are aliens, there are dragons, that is, no Terran monks!
"This is the five guards of the city! It seems that the city owner already knows this!"
Some people are pleasantly surprised.
Ning Qi faintly swept the five people, but his eyes fell in the direction behind them. I saw a young monk who seemed to be seventeen or eight years old. He was coming step by step. The boy was very beautiful. If you don't look carefully, you think he is a woman.
"Deputy City Lord!"
Following the group of local aborigines behind Ningqi's ass, after seeing this young monk, they squatted to the ground and showed a hint of fanaticism.
"The deputy city lord of the dead city was originally a human monk."
The coldness in Ning Qi's eyes is more and more intense.