If the eyes of those evil spirits were slightly concealed just now, now they were staring at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei with burning eyes. The group of evil spirits at the same table with them couldn't wait to stand up. It seemed that as long as Ximen Jing gave the order, they would take action and swallow Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei.
Inside!
Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead and dripping down his cheeks onto the table. He didn't dare to move. He forced a smile and glanced at Ning Qi from the corner of his eyes.
"Hehe, living people? I remember that I didn't invite you this time. Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense at my wedding? Are you courting death? "
Ximen Jing looked at the two of them coldly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile.
When the other Ghost Kings saw that the person who spoke was Ning Qi, they immediately revealed a faint smile on their faces, as if they were watching a show.
As for Yun Bu 'er from the Ghost Spirit Sect, he looked at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei with a solemn expression. At the same time, he looked around.
"When we came, did we notice anything wrong?"
Yun Bu 'er asked in a low voice.
The Spirit Level experts sitting at the same table looked at each other. One of them said to Yun Bu 'er, "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two people are sent by other sects? Are they trying to steal our business? "
Yun Bu 'er nodded with a solemn expression. Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of any other Spirit Level existence who would dare to mock these thousand-year-old ghosts in such a situation!
"Talk nonsense?"
Ning Qi smiled and shook his head. He got up and walked in the direction of Ximen Jing and the others. Seeing this, the evil spirits present closely followed Ning Qi's figure, and a trace of curiosity arose in their hearts. They secretly thought that this living boy was very bold. In front of dozens of Ghost Kings, he dared to be so arrogant, and not retreat but advance? Yan Zhibei also stood up when Ning Qi stood up. He followed closely behind Ning Qi. He had no choice. It was really difficult for him to sit alone at the same table with so many Spirit Level evil ghosts. This situation might seem like a dead end to others, but Yan Zhibei knew that he could only follow Ning Qi closely.
Only Ning Qi could survive in the midst of death!
Not long after, Ning Qi's figure walked into the group of Ghost Kings and looked at Ximen Jing indifferently. The other Ghost Kings also looked at the two of them curiously.
"Do you really not believe me when I say that you are about to die?"
Ning Qi said with a smile.
Ximen Jing's stature was even taller than Ning Qi. He lowered his head and looked down at Ning Qi. He already had a fiendish appearance, but because of the killing intent in his heart, he looked even more frightening.
The 98th living concubine, who he was about to marry, was already shivering in fear because of the aura of Ximen Jing. However, she seemed to be able to sense that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were living people. Therefore, she looked at them with a hint of hope in her eyes, although she was afraid!
"Kid, tell me, which sect did you come from?"
Ximen Jing took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
When he was in the mortal world all those years ago, he was merely a beggar, and after he died, he came to the netherworld. Step by step, he attained his current accomplishments, and he absolutely didn't rely on brute force. Instead, it was the wisdom that he'd accumulated during those years of being a beggar! It just so happened that this wisdom was shining brilliantly in the netherworld!
How could a living person without any backing possibly provoke the group of Ghost Kings on such an occasion?
"I'm just a Rank 1 Wandering Cultivator."
Ning Qi smiled.
"Wandering Cultivator?"
"Since when did wandering cultivators become so bold?"
The curiosity in the eyes of the various Ghost Kings deepened.
Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi. He suddenly said, "If you're really a wandering cultivator, you won't be able to leave today."
"Who said I'm leaving?"
Ning Qi smiled.
Ximen Jing wanted to speak again, but at this moment, a long sword appeared in Ning Qi's hand and he gently pierced it between Ximen Jing's eyebrows.
The next moment, with a loud bang, Ximen Jing's body suddenly dissipated. He didn't even have time to react until the moment his soul dissipated!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 Merit Points. "
The system's incomparably melodious voice sounded again.
"What's going on?"
"This lad killed Ximen Jing with a sword?"
"Who the hell is he!"
When the various Ghost Kings saw this, their expressions changed. They stood up in unison and looked at Ning Qi with extreme fear. Other than fear, there was also a trace of fear in their eyes.
Yun Bu 'er and the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect that he had brought this time were also shocked. They looked at this scene in disbelief. Ximen Jing was a thousand-year-old ghost, the Ghost King who had dominated this place for many years. How could he die like this?
How was this possible?
"I've said it before, you're all going to die. Do you believe me now?"
Ning Qi smiled and his eyes suddenly locked onto one of the Ghost Kings.
Although the Ghost King of Northern Mang Mountain did not have a physical body, his back seemed to be breaking out in cold sweat when Ning Qi stared at him like that. Before he could say anything, the tip of the sword had already deeply pierced between his eyebrows!
Bang!
The Ghost King of Northern Mang Mountain exploded on the spot and dissipated into the air.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 Merit Points! "
The system notification sounded again.
Seeing that Ning Qi had killed two Ghost Kings in a row, the rest of the Ghost Kings didn't dare to stand still. They didn't even dare to say anything as they turned to flee. The hundred-year-old ghosts and the more ordinary evil ghosts also reacted and fled in all directions!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 Merit Points! "
"Ding! Congratulations to the host … "
"Ding! Congratulations … "The system notification sounded again and again. Ning Qi did not care about the ordinary evil ghosts or even the hundred-year-old ghosts. However, the existences of the Ghost King level were killed by Ning Qi one by one. Their souls were scattered and scattered. The one who ran the fastest only managed to run to the main door before dying at the west gate.
In front of the old housekeeper who was under Ximen Jing.
The old man stared blankly at the dead Ghost King in front of him. He took a deep breath and looked at Ning Qi in shock. He had already forgotten to run away. Ning Qi's Merit Points continued to explode. Very soon, his Merit Points broke through the fifty thousand mark. At this moment, whether it was Ximen Jing or the various Ghost Kings who came to attend his wedding, all of them had died under Ning Qi's sword. In the courtyard, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer, and his group of disciples were left.
The young boys and girls, as well as the girl who was about to consummate with Ximen Jing, were still in a daze.
The rest of the ghosts had long run away!
Yun Buer also wanted to run away. However, this thought disappeared when he saw Ning Qi leisurely killing the group of Ghost Kings. He did not dare to make the slightest movement. It was precisely because of this that he survived until the end!
Yan Zhibei heaved a deep sigh of relief. The fear in his eyes increased as he looked at Ning Qi.
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