Chapter 1681: a stream of feet

The first thousand six hundred and eighty-one chapters are like a stream of water
"We can't go out! Go out and die!"
The selected monks looked at each other and stood up together, gathered together and looked at Zhao Lang with vigilant eyes.
Zhao Lang was staring at Ning Qi, and he stunned them with a cold look: "You can't go out without you!"
"Roar!"
A snoring came from the outside, accompanied by a few screams, and everyone looked like a change, and went to the temple door to look far away.
Ningqi is no exception.
I saw a translucent phantom in the distance, holding a head and a headless body in my hand, doing the wrath of the sky, the costume of this phantom, very old, probably dead. 100,000 years or even millions of years of existence!
It seems as if I have noticed the situation of breaking the temple here, and the gaze of the phantom is coming in vain!
Xiao Wuyue and others looked at each other and suddenly shot. Among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were just a creator, and some were the two lords. In the face of Xiao Wuyue, this group could compete with the four lords. The Zongmen Tianjiao was simply unable to withstand a blow, and they were directly suppressed by them, and then they were thrown out of the temple!
"You must not die!"
The group of monks roared in the rain water to Xiao Xiao night, and then fled, because Xiao no night they stood at the entrance of the temple, it is impossible to go back, can only see if it can be used in the antiquity When the soul of the strong kills, escape to the next refuge!
Those monks who were not selected, their eyes flashed a bit of mercy, and if they were repaired to a lower level, they were thrown out today.
In the practice world, it is still a big fist, who has the final say!
"There are three more!"
Zhao Lang’s eyes fell on Ning Qi’s three people, and his mouth rose slightly:
Are you going out by yourself, or am I going to do it?

Butcher’s eyes flashed, but there was a hint of expectation in his heart. If Ningqi was thrown into the temple and killed by the soul of the ancient strong, he removed a skeleton.
"senior……"
Step Shaofeng brothers and sisters looked at Ning Qi.
Ning Qi chuckled and ignored Zhao Lang, Xiao Wu night and other people saw it. He glanced at Zhao Lang, and Zhao Lang felt annoyed in his heart. He walked straight toward Ningqi, a powerful force of creation. Surging out of his body!
Everyone gave a slight glimpse, because Zhao Lang’s move was not to throw Ningqi into the temple, but to directly kill Ningqi!
"It’s a monk who rejoices in the demon, and he is so overbearing!"
Many monks are secretly secreted from their hearts.
Just as everyone is very determined, when Ningqi’s three people are sure to die, Ningqi’s figure is slightly moving. He appears behind Zhao Lang’s body and squats on Zhao’s ass. The next moment, Zhao Lang exclaimed. The whole body flew out of the temple, I don’t know if it was a coincidence, or Ning Qi deliberately made it. The direction he flew was the direction of the soul of the ancient strongman!
"Brother!"
Follow Xiao Xiaoyue, they entered the temple, and there were two monks who rejoiced the Mozong. Seeing that Zhao Lang was kicked out of the temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.
Hey!
It was the two feet of the clouds, and the two monks who rejoiced the Mozong immediately followed the steps of Zhao Lang and flew toward the soul of the ancient strong.
"Do not!"
After Zhao Lang reacted, he screamed in horror, and unwillingly and resentfully turned his head and looked at Ning Qi. Then, without any resistance, he was torn into pieces by the soul of the ancient strongman. His two younger brothers The end is the same as Zhao Lang!
After the soul of the ancient strongman killed the three people, they fell in front of the temple, and the cold eyes looked at the crowd indifferently. At this time, there was a golden light on the temple, and it saw the sound of the sky shouting and escaping from the temple. The monk chased.
drop……
There was a monk's cold sweat dripping on the ground, and after the soul of the ancient strongman left, they were relieved for a long time, and then they looked at Ningqi with an unbelievable look.
Zhao Lang is the creator of the three robbers, or the monk who rejoices in the demon sect. The combat power in the same rank is definitely stronger than the ordinary sect and the wild monk!
However, such a presence, even kicked out by the other side, died in the hands of the soul of the ancient strong, really let them have a great change to the strength of Ning Qi, look at Ning Qi's eyes, but also bring There is a hint of jealousy and fear, and it is clear that the body only emits the breath of the two lords, but the performance is much stronger than that of the three lords. This is probably the existence of a tiger and a tiger!
The earliest lying in the corner, screaming the monk who stepped in the wind, the eyes flashed a trace of fear, if you know that Ning Qi's combat power is so strong, he will definitely give up the seat.
"Zhao Lang... dead..."
Xiao Wuyue, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and others looked at Ning Qi with eccentric eyes. Like them, Zhao Lang is the Tianjiao disciple of the seven masters. Among these seven, the combat power is not top-notch. Not too bad! Fu Ji and Zhao Lang have tried, the two are equal!
The strongest Xiao has no night, it is possible to win Zhao Lang at least after a hundred strokes, and the energy it consumes is definitely extraordinary!
After all, both sides are the same-order powerhouses in the field of creation. Even if there is a gap in strength, this gap will be shortened to a very short time after each of them is used in the field of creation!
"Amitabha, you know who was killed by you, who is it?"
Sakyamuni looked at Ning Qi and smiled slightly.
"The monk who rejoices in the demon, seems to call Zhao Lang?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"Ok?"
The eyes of the people are even more weird. Since they know that Zhao Lang is a monk who rejoices in the demon, the other party killed Zhao Lang, or said that Zhao Lang had gone to hell, but it was so calm at the moment?
In the hearts of the people, Ning Qi’s taboos have deepened. Zhao Lang is already dead. They are also taking refuge in the forbidden land. Now the number of people in the temple is exactly 50. It’s no good to go with Ning Qi. Xiao no night took the lead and turned to find a place to sit cross-legged, and the monks in that place saw it, and their faces were ugly and moved to the side.
"It turns out that it was so..."
The three men of the Tukong suddenly realized that they finally realized how Ningqi escaped from the hands of Du Laogui. It was not the speed of Ningqi, but the strength of Ningqi was not as simple as it was on the surface. Although the old ghost is a three-robbery creator, it is naturally weaker than the monk who rejoices in the magic sect. The other monks who are happy with the sect of the sect can kick one by one. What do they do on the old ghost?
When I read this, Tu Kong’s face became very ugly, and there was a horror in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words with Ning Qi, but he didn’t know where to start.
The blood rain outside is still falling, and there is a roar from time to time.