Chapter 1687: First thousand six hundred eighty seven (2/2)

The eyes of the people from disdain, contempt, turned into shock, panic, and similar to the words of the monk who just walked by the road, looking at Ning Qi's eyes, but with a hint of dignity.

”Elders, this guy looks like her age, how can it be so strong!”

Some of the children of Pujia did not believe it.

Everyone is behind Ning Qi, and I have seen several robbing creators being killed by Ning Qi on the spot. From the beginning to the end, Ning Qi has never had a second knife!

”I am afraid his age is bigger than me!”

Pu Yan’s face showed a bitter smile. He just thought that Ning Qi was a younger generation. As a result, Ning Qi’s strength is now revealed. Pu Yan’s self-confessedness is far worse than that, and he dares to kill in the dead city, and he is not afraid of **** hands. I am afraid that the other side’s cultivation should be the Six Robbers!

The existence of the fairy king!

”Kill it! Kill the monks in the dead city too much, kill once, I will be able to get more resources to practice, hahaha, anyway... I will die under the master of the city!”

Ning Qi's killing, so many local indigenous people were first horrified, then smiled happily, the dead city strong is king, the survival of the fittest, the death of some guys, it may not be a bad thing for them, but it is good!

Like the existence of Ning Qi, it seems that every few hundred and a hundred years, there will be one, and finally what? Still not dead in the hands of the city!

After passing through a restaurant, Ning Qi smashed the restaurant into a smash, and the diners inside died on the spot. A fat, non-human monk jumped out of the ruins and looked at Ning Qi in horror. He was just a law. The early monk was also the owner of this restaurant.

”No, don't kill me, it's not my business. The rules of the dead city are like this. We... just eat some mortals!”

puff!

The head is landing.

Ning Qi continued to move forward without expression. Every time he walked a dozen feet, there was a shop that was destroyed by Ning Qi. The monks inside were all without exception. All of them were cut off on the spot and they were cut off.

These shops have one thing in common, that is, they take people as pigs and sheep, and cook them into a variety of delicious dishes. The monks who sold the children's brain soup did not say that the dead city rules.

But what about? A knife is broken!

When he was getting closer and closer to the city's main government, Ning Qi had already followed many unscrupulous monks, but Ning Qi did not shoot them. These cockroaches, after cooking, today's dead city, is destined to be red.

”Which is the sect of the sect, do you dare to mess with my dead city?”

A few roars sounded, and one monk came from the air. The condescending and cold looked at Ning Qi. These monks exude the atmosphere of the five lords. They have one thing in common. They are not human monks and demon. There are aliens, there are dragons, that is, no Terran monks!

”This is the five guards of the city! It seems that the city owner already knows this!”

Some people are pleasantly surprised.

Ning Qi faintly swept the five people, but his eyes fell in the direction behind them. I saw a young monk who seemed to be seventeen or eight years old. He was coming step by step. The boy was very beautiful. If you don't look carefully, you think he is a woman.

”Deputy City Lord!”

Following the group of local aborigines behind Ningqi's ass, after seeing this young monk, they squatted to the ground and showed a hint of fanaticism.

”The deputy city lord of the dead city was originally a human monk.”

The coldness in Ning Qi's eyes is more and more intense.