Chapter 1830
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Instant Kill
"I heard that the person on the stele is Ning Beixuan?"
"That's right …"
"Looks like the Joyful Demon Sect provoked a madman this time. Does he really think that the Joyful Demon Sect is one of those sects that doesn't make the cut?"
Some sects that didn't make the cut would often be attacked by their enemies after they offended them. They would then block their doors for years just to vent their anger and let other cultivators know about it. That way, they would be able to regain their face even if they didn't wipe out the other party in the end.
But this kind of thing often happened to unrated sects. Slightly more powerful second-rate sects had Immortal King level existences in their sects, and rarely would they be blocked by people, let alone a top-notch sect like the Joyful Devil Sect.
More and more cultivators gathered here. The hundreds of markets became empty. Hundreds of thousands of eyes landed on Ning Qi. Some were shocked, some were curious.
Ning Qi closed his eyes and sat on the stele with his hands on his knees. Suddenly, several figures flew out from the Joyful Demon Sect.
Everyone's attention was attracted by them. Wu Chongxian was in the lead. Behind him were five elders who had also undergone seven tribulations.
Wu Chongxian flew to the front of the stele and looked at the line of blood-red words. After a moment of silence, he looked at Ning Qi. "Since you have a grudge against the Joyful Demon Sect, do you dare to tell us your name?"
"Who are you? Are you in charge of the Joyful Demon Sect? "
Ning Qi opened his eyes slowly and smiled.
Wu Chongxian's eyes flashed coldly. "I'm Wu Chongxian."
Little Demon Sovereign, Wu Chongxian?
The surrounding cultivators were shocked when they heard the name. They had been here for a long time and had heard of the Joyful Demon Sovereign's personal disciple, Wu Chongxian, who was also known as the Little Demon Sovereign.
It was said that this person was extremely talented. He had only cultivated for about ten thousand years and was already a Seven Tribulation Creator. He had a chance to become a Nine Tribulation Creator in the future and take over the Joyful Demon Sect!
"Wu Chongxian? Never heard of him. You guys should go back. "
Ning Qi waved his hand.
"How arrogant!"
The elders of the Joyful Demon Sect couldn't help but turn pale when they saw Ning Qi's attitude and the blood-red words on the stele.
"You haven't told us your name yet."
Wu Chongxian said coldly.
"Ning Beixuan!"
Ning Qi said lightly.
"You are Ning Beixuan? You have the Gourd of Joy with you? "
Wu Chongxian's expression changed slightly.
The elders of the Joyful Demon Sect behind him were horrified.
"That's right. You want it?"
Ning Qi smiled and took out the Immortal-Slaying Devil Gourd. He placed it beside him and said, "If you want it, come and get it yourself. If you can, I'll give it to you."
"What Immortal-Slaying Devil Gourd? That's the Delightful Devil Gourd!"
Wu Chongxian shouted coldly. Her figure suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was already behind Ning Qi. She looked at Ning Qi condescendingly. Her eyes revealed a hint of mockery.
"Little Devil Sovereign, come back!"
The elders of the Joyful Demon Sect shouted anxiously. They had already received the news that Zhu Getao was killed by Ning Qi. Obviously, Ning Qi's battle prowess was definitely above the Eighth Tribulation. However, Wu Chongxian had been in seclusion, so they didn't have the time to tell her the news.
Wu Chongxian's eyes flashed coldly when he heard the elders' shouts. He ignored them and reached out his hand. The Immortal-Slaying Devil Gourd immediately flew into his hand. Wu Chongxian's eyes were filled with joy and he slapped towards Ning Qi's head.
Seeing this, everyone held their breath and looked at the scene nervously. In their eyes, Wu Chongxian was the famous Little Devil Sovereign of the Delightful Demon Sect, and her strength had already surpassed ordinary Immortal Kings. But Ning Qi didn't have any reaction from the beginning to the end, and it was very likely that he would be killed by a single slap.
However, when Wu Chongxian's palm was an inch away from the back of Ning Qi's head, he stopped. He looked at the palm that grabbed his wrist in disbelief.
"Your strength is too weak. Your cultivation is not bad. You have a place among the younger generation. However, compared to the Thunder Emperor, Immortal Hidden Immortal, Saint Yan, and you, you are still far behind. It's no wonder. The Joyful Demon Venerable himself isn't an expert. He's at most a third-rate genius. It's normal for him to nurture a third-rate genius like you."
Ning Qi laughed lightly.
"The Thunder Emperor, Immortal Hidden Immortal, and Saint Yan? You've met them before? "
Wu Chongxian's eyes flashed with a trace of horror. These three people were the targets that he wanted to surpass day and night. However, from the other party's mouth, it seemed so simple?
The few Elders of Joyful Demon Sect looked anxious. They looked at each other and attacked Ning Qi at the same time. If Wu Chongxian died in Ning Qi's hands, when Joyful Demon Venerable returned to the sect, they would not end up any better than death.
"Not only have I met them before, but I've also sent them to the Western Paradise."
Ning Qi's lips curled up slightly. In front of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators present, he grabbed the horrified Wu Chongxian and threw him directly at the elders of the Joyful Demon Sect who were flying towards him.
Boom!
They were caught off guard and were thrown off their feet by Wu Chongxian. However, such an injury was not fatal. In the next moment, before they could react, a blade radiance flashed in the air. Then, be it the cultivators nearby or the cultivators of the Joyful Demon Sect, as long as they were paying attention, they all saw a rain of blood in the sky. Countless pieces of flesh fell to the ground together with the blood.
Instant kill!
Until death, Wu Chongxian did not have the chance to use the Thousand Demon Body that he had just successfully cultivated.
"Sss …"
The cultivators present stared blankly at the pile of minced flesh on the ground. After coming to their senses, they all gasped and looked at Ning Qi, dumbfounded.
"Ning Beixuan is actually so strong? Even the Little Demon Venerable was killed? "
"The cultivation of the five elders is not low either. They are at least Seven Tribulation Creator. Including the Little Demon Venerable, there are a total of six Seven Tribulation Creators. How could they not even withstand a single attack from Ning Beixuan?"
"The Little Demon Venerable is dead. The elders are also dead. What is going on …"
The cultivators of the Joyful Demon Sect were unwilling to believe what they had seen with their own eyes. They all rubbed their eyes and fell into a state of fear.
As one of the seven major sects, the Joyful Demon Sect had always been the ones fighting others. No one dared to kill the cultivators of the Joyful Demon Sect in front of everyone. In the end, six cultivators of the Joyful Demon Sect were killed!
Ning Qi smiled and closed his eyes again, as if he had done something insignificant.
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