"Master Bei Xuan, save me!"
Wang Hai immediately called Ning Qi for help.
Ning Qi smiled and a black light flashed a few times in front of Wang Hai. After that, Wang Hai realized that he was fine and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
"This person is immune to all attacks from ghosts? Where did he come from? Is he also the result of the meteorite's radiation? "
When Shangguan Rong saw this scene, the last bit of hope in his heart was dashed.
Then, he immediately said, "Master Beixuan, quickly suppress this ghost in case it escapes and harms the innocent."
He wanted to get rid of his relationship with the ghost. Only then would he have a chance to live. Otherwise, if people found out that the Shangguan Family allowed the ghost to kill the exorcist, even if Ning Qi didn't do anything to him, there would be no place for the Shangguan Family in this world!
At this moment, the ghost slowly looked at Ning Qi and grinned, "Are you happy?"
"Are you happy? Being suppressed by the feces of the five animals, you must have drunk a lot all these years, right? You must first know if you are happy or not before you have the right to ask others if they are happy or not, right? "
Ning Qi smiled.
In the next moment, another black light flashed in front of him. Ning Qi was still fine. When the ghost saw this scene, it couldn't help but look at Yi Lanchu.
However, before it could speak, Ning Qi slapped it with the back of his hand. Power surged from the void and bombarded the ghost. It was sent flying on the spot, smashing through the tempered glass and landing in the courtyard of the Shangguan family's ancestral home.
A black mark was left on the ground, and the stench almost made people roll their eyes.
Everyone subconsciously looked at the courtyard and realized that after the ghost landed on the ground, it couldn't stand up anymore. After a few breaths, a blue flame suddenly appeared on its body, burning it to ashes. Before it dissipated, it let out an extremely mournful cry like the old man in the wheelchair.
Wang Hai and the rest already knew the scene of the old man in the wheelchair dying, but Shangguan Rong and the rest didn't know. When they heard the scream, one of the Shangguan Family disciples couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't that my third uncle's voice?"
"Ghosts don't have any intelligence …"
Shock appeared in Nangong Kuang's eyes.
For so many years, not a single ghost had truly died. Even if they were suppressed, it was only for a short period of time. After some time, they would come out and stir up trouble again. So today was the first time he had seen a ghost die.
This was also the first time he doubted whether the ghost had a mind of its own. If it didn't, why would it howl in agony when it died?
"Wait! What did you say? That ghostly voice was your Third Uncle's voice? "
Wang Hai suddenly came to his senses. He walked up to one of the Shangguan family's disciples with a serious face. He was one of the disciples who had gone to find Ning Qi with Shangguan Yun, and he was kneeling obediently at the moment.
"It's indeed my Third Uncle's voice. It's very similar, but my Third Uncle was killed by a ghost many years ago …"
"Master Beixuan, I suspect that this ghost has something to do with the Shangguan family. The exorcist that it killed was on bad terms with the Shangguan family!
I thought, would Shang Guanrong, that old man, be so kind as to avenge his enemy and suppress the ghost? He even suppressed it under his own ancestral home, using such a dirty method! "
Wang Hai sneered and said his analysis.
"Group Leader Wang, don't slander me! This ghost has nothing to do with the Shangguan family. That kid must have heard wrongly! "
Shangguan Rong said angrily.
"Yes, yes, yes. I might have heard wrongly."
The Shangguan Clan's disciple finally reacted and hurriedly corrected himself.
"He has the same bloodline as you. How can you say that he has nothing to do with you?"
Ning Qi smiled.
Shangguan Rong was stunned.
How could this work?
Shangguan Rong opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not open his mouth to argue. He was not Ning Qi's opponent at all. Even if Ning Qi really wronged him today, he did not have the qualification to argue. Moreover, Ning Qi was right. The ghost did indeed have the blood of the Shangguan family flowing in it!
"Your Shangguan family is really good. When the ghost was rampaging, you didn't come out to stop it. Instead, you secretly sent a ghost to kill the exorcist. I will definitely expose this matter and let your names go down in history!"
Wang Hai said coldly.
The members of Yuzhou's Special Incident Handling Team also looked at Shangguan Rong angrily.
Shangguan Rong lowered his head and didn't say anything. The Shangguan family could only place their last hope on the ancestors of the other two families.
At this moment, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed. Everyone found that the outside of the house had become dark again.
"A coffin!"
Someone exclaimed.
Unbeknownst to him, a scarlet coffin had suddenly appeared in the hall.
Creak …
The lid of the coffin suddenly loosened, as if someone inside was slowly lifting it up. In an instant, the disciples of the Shangguan family and the Nangong family became very nervous.
Wang Hai also subconsciously became nervous. Seeing Ning Qi looking at the scarlet coffin with a faint smile, Wang Hai suddenly felt that the air around him wasn't as cold as before.
A pale palm slowly stretched out from the gap of the coffin. The palm didn't look like the hand of a living person. The nails on it were at least three inches long, black and sharp!
Everyone was very nervous. They didn't know where the ghost came from and how it would kill. Under everyone's gaze, the pale palm raised its index finger, aimed at Ning Qi's direction, and hooked its finger.
Yi Lanchu was dumbfounded.
How dare it provoke the North Mystic Celestial Emperor?
Soon, Yi Lanchu realized that the ghost didn't seem to be provoking Ning Qi. Instead, it was its killing method.
When it hooked its finger, a burst of red light flashed in front of Ning Qi.
Just like before, Ning Qi was fine. The pale palm paused for a moment and then slowly retracted back into the coffin.
Ning Qi smiled. "Yi Lanchu, go cut off its hand. Use this sword of mine."
After that, Ning Qi took out one of the Four Fairy Killing Swords and handed it to Yi Lanchu. Yi Lanchu took the sword and felt a sword intent that made people want to kneel and submit to it!
Although the original power of the Four Fairy Killing Swords wasn't strong, their master was Ning Qi. After a long time and Ning Qi's advancement to the Ultimate God Realm, even ordinary Chaotic Treasures would not be a match for these four swords.
The pale palm seemed to want to return to the coffin, but it was imprisoned by some kind of force and kept struggling on the edge of the coffin.
Yi Lanchu carried her long sword and slowly walked to the front of the coffin. She raised her sword and the pale palm immediately fell to the ground. It turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared without a trace. Without its obstruction, the lid of the coffin was immediately closed.
However, after a few breaths, everyone heard a movement again. Then, the coffin lid slowly opened again and a pale palm stretched out from inside …
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