Chapter 4461: Beheading

"This is the Xiangyun Star of the Primordial God Realm."
The old man looked solemnly.
"Well, that's it. We are from the Ninth-level Civilization Void God Race. Well, you should have heard of us before.
but.
What you have heard of is the people of the ‘Ao’ family. They found this realm, and spent many years never conquering this realm. They even caused themselves to be beaten up and down, almost annihilated.
So they invited our "K" family to come forward."
The imaginary clan slowly said, "From today, our Ke family has taken over the Primordial God Realm.
You either surrender or die.
Now, choose. "
Everyone was silent.
Ning Qi watched this scene calmly, secretly assessing the strength of this imaginary clan powerhouse.
The opponent's strength is very strong, at least, it is not comparable to that of the average Primordial Venerable God. The owner of this auspicious cloud star, the old man, has a much weaker aura.
Not to mention that there are so many monsters with strong aura and hideous faces behind him.
"Our Primordial God Realm will never surrender to your Void God Race. Death will immediately notice the strangeness here. If you don't retreat, waiting for you will only be death."
The old man raised his head.
With him at the beginning, the rest of the people suddenly had the courage to look at this group of virtual gods with determination.
They may be able to admit counsel when facing the rest of the ancient gods.
But facing this kind of ‘alien race’ who only wanted to enslave them or kill them, and did not belong to the Primordial God Realm, most people were still unwilling to surrender.
"Okay, then you choose death."
The Xuanzang nodded lightly.
In an instant, millions of imaginary beasts rushed towards Xiangyun Xing.
Countless monks stepped forward to fight with these imaginary beasts.
"You go to deal with those imaginary beasts, and leave this imaginary clan to me."
The old man ordered a group of holy masters around him.
"Yes!"
Those holy masters got the order and immediately greeted the imaginary beasts with a powerful breath, comparable to the holy master.
The battle has just started for a few seconds.
Xiangyunxing has been destroyed in a disastrous manner.
Ning Qi shuttled freely in the battlefield, after passing a virtual beast, he would shoot and kill directly.
But his attention was always focused on the imaginary race.
The old man has taken the initiative to meet the Void God Race.
But the imaginary clan didn't seem to put him in his eyes at all, put one hand behind him, and only used the other hand to fight the old man.
The process of fighting also appeared to be very arbitrary, even his attention was on the battlefield, not on the old man.
"Damn, this person is at least Tier 3 Primordial God!"
The more he hits the old man, the more startled he gets.
He is just a Tier 1 Primordial God, facing a powerhouse two levels higher than himself, he has no chance of winning at all.
He could also see that the other party was only deliberately restraining him, not killing him. It might have another purpose. Maybe it was to wait for the monks on Xiangyun Star to be slaughtered before they dealt with him!
"It can't go on like this, it must be delayed for a longer period of time to let the of death get the news..."
The old man thought secretly in his heart.
Ning Qi calmly approached the imaginary race on the battlefield.
For him who only exudes the breath of the Holy Lord, the imaginary clan didn't care too much. Instead, many imaginary beasts surrounded Ning Qi, planning to devour him alive.
Ning Qi didn't show off his strength and directly shot and killed these virtual sacred beasts, but was inextricably beaten with them, and even seemed a little embarrassed.
"After this period of recovery, the Dragon Slayer Sword should be able to be used again. With my strength, even a sneak attack can hardly kill this imaginary race. Only by using it can I kill it in one fell swoop."
Ning Qi thought about it, mobilizing his mind to check the situation of the Dragon Sword.
After a period of recuperation.
The Dragon Sword Sword was floating in Ning Qi's Sea of ​​Consciousness at this moment, motionless. Although the aura on his body had not recovered to its previous peak state, it was still sufficient to kill this Void God Race.
"You are not my opponent."
The Xuanzang suddenly shook his head at the old man, seeming to be a little impatient, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the old man in his hand.
A touch of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
When the monks around saw this scene, their mood suddenly became a little heavy.
Their strongest has been captured alive, and this battle is destined to end with the destruction of Xiangyunxing.
Just when everyone fell into despair.
A wisp of blade light swept past the name of the imaginary race.
The Void God Race's face was slightly startled, and he slowly turned to look behind him, but unfortunately, he had never seen the person who shot, and his figure turned into a little dust, scattered in the void.
With the death of this imaginary clan, the nearby imaginary beasts suddenly lost their order, and the offensive became chaotic.
The old man looked at Ning Qi in a daze, with a touch of surprise in his eyes: "Your Excellency is..."
"Resolve these monsters first."
Ning Qi said lightly.
The old man reacted and nodded quickly.
With him and Ning Qi intervening, these imaginary beasts were no longer a concern. After paying a considerable price, they were finally cleaned up.
In the clouds, in the air, on the ground, there is blood everywhere, there is the blood of the imaginary beast, and the blood of the monk.
The strong smell of blood made even some experienced monks retching, frowning and blocking the sense of smell.