CHAPTER 1733: Chapter 1733
It happened.
"Old monk, you can leave now."
Ning Qi glanced at him indifferently and waved his hand. The giant ape was originally very angry, but when he heard Ning Qi's words, he was slightly startled. A hint of suspicion flashed through his eyes.
"Benefactor, these people …"
Shakya Huijing seemed to want to plead for the group of cultivators.
With a thought, the giant ape sent the old monk to the carriage. He did not care that Xiao Wuye and the others had not boarded the carriage yet. He brought the old monk and Sakyamuni Ruye along and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Duanmu Chong's eyes were filled with regret. If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have gotten off the car and left with Shakya Ruye. Before this, they really didn't expect that Ning Qi would let Shakya Huijing leave this place alive. Could it be that Shakya Huijing had a different goal from Mo Dong and the rest? Was that why Ning Beixuan spared his life?
In the next moment, Xiao Wuye and the others stiffened slightly. Ning Qi's body shrunk and reverted to his original appearance. He appeared before them and looked at them with a faint smile.
"Brother Xiao, Brother Duanmu … How have you been?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"Brother Ning …"
Xiao Wuye and the others were slightly better off. After all, they'd met Ning Qi once a few thousands of years ago, but their Eldest Senior Brothers were terrified at this moment and didn't dare speak. Their bodies were extremely stiff, and a strand of cold sweat gradually emerged from their foreheads.
The fellow in front of them was a terrifying existence that viewed Seven Tribulation Creators as ants, one that could crush them to death with a wave of his hand!
"Come to think of it, the news must have been spread by you, right?"
Ning Qi smiled faintly.
* Hiss … *
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Was it coming? Were they going to die? When they thought up to here, everyone revealed a trace of terror on their faces. Even Xiao Wuye who was usually very steady was like this.
"Thank you, everyone, for bringing so many Masters of Creation to me. In the future, continue to spread this news and let more Masters of Creation come to find me. Do you understand? If you understand, please return. I won't be sending you off. "
Ning Qi said with a smile.
Uh …
What was going on?
The sudden turn of events caused Xiao Wuye and the others to reveal a trace of astonishment in their eyes. They stared at Ning Qi, dumbfounded. Why was he thanking them?
However, they didn't have time to think about it. Since Ning Qi had allowed them to leave and had no intention of killing them, they couldn't let go of this opportunity. It didn't matter if Ning Qi was toying with them or not. They glanced at the group of suppressed cultivators and a trace of pity flashed in their eyes. Compared to them, they at least had a chance!
"Then, Brother Ning, we, we will take our leave first."
Xiao Wuye mustered up his courage and cupped his hands towards Ning Qi. He turned around and left tentatively. Ning Qi didn't attack him even after he disappeared into the horizon. Duanmu Chong and the others, who hadn't dared to move, hurriedly followed. Not long after, they left Cloud Rising Village's territory. Everyone gathered together with lingering fear.
"What do you think he means?"
The Fourth Tribulation Creator from the Mental Demon Sect glanced in the direction of Cloud Rising Village and said bitterly.
"Not only did he not kill us, but he even thanked us. How strange."
The Fourth Tribulation Creator from the Yin Yang Sect let out a long sigh of relief. Today, he had escaped with his life. After all, even an old monster like Demon East was killed by the other party. Many of the Sixth Tribulation Creators had also died, not to mention the Fifth Tribulation Creators. As for them, they were merely Fourth Tribulation Creators, but they were able to escape with their lives. If today's incident were to spread out and people knew about it, they would definitely be shocked!
"Could this person be cultivating some kind of demonic technique?"
The one who spoke was the monk from the Nine Phantasms Ancient Temple who had been quiet all this while. He had also escaped from the carriage with the others, and his expression was a little ugly now.
Hearing that, everyone glanced at him strangely. Was this guy planning to label Ning Beixuan as a demonic cultivator?
Seeing that the others didn't agree with him, the monk let out a hollow laugh and shut his mouth.
"No matter what, Ning Beixuan spared our lives today. I think we should stay away from him in the future. With such a terrifying technique, unless an Eighth Tribulation Creator comes, we definitely won't be able to suppress Ning Beixuan."
"Then, he just told us to work harder in the future and get more Creators to find him. Are you guys being sarcastic? Is he warning us not to reveal the news? "
The Fourth Tribulation Creator from the Battle Sect said in a low voice.
"That's possible!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Then, it's better not to spread what happened today. Anyway, Senior Sakya Huijing is still alive, and the other sects will naturally have him spread the news."
When the Fourth Tribulation Creator from the Yin Yang Sect said that, he glanced around. Seeing that, everyone flew into the sky with tacit understanding and flew into the distance. From the beginning to the end, they were guarding against Ning Qi's words. Half of what they said just now was for themselves, and the other half was actually for Ning Qi.
They might never understand that what Ning Qi said just now wasn't sarcastic at all. He was sincerely asking them to continue working hard and take revenge for Ning Qi.
…..
"Senior Beixuan, I was wrong. Please let me live!"
The group of cultivators suppressed at the village entrance knelt and begged for mercy when they saw Ning Qi walking towards them. Their eyes were filled with regret. They really hoped that the heavens would give them another chance. That way, they would definitely stay far away from this place. They definitely wouldn't barge into this place and die like this.
Especially the five cultivators who thought they had hugged Qiu Zhan's legs. Now, they were kneeling in a corner with tears streaming down their faces …
"You guys kept talking about how to enter the village to steal my treasures, and now you want me to spare your lives? If I wasn't strong enough, I would have been swallowed alive by you, right? How can you say such shameless things? Are you even human? "
Ning Qi frowned.
"Uh …"
Everyone looked at Ning Qi in shock.
"If you have any last words … don't say them. No one will hear you even if you say them. Go on your way."
Ning Qi's lips curled up.
"Ning Beixuan, you will die a horrible death!"
"You've offended the three demon sects. There will be no place for you to hide in the Land of Death! You will definitely die without a complete corpse! "
"We will wait for you in the Netherworld!"
Knowing that they were going to die, some cultivators immediately cursed at Ning Qi. After a few words, the sea of demon qi and fire swept towards them.
A breeze blew past, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground. It proved that they had once come to the human world …
"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully killing … "
"Ding!"
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