Chapter 1705: Snake has no life (2/2)
In the eyes of the fox orange, a hint of dignified color appeared, and the voice was heard in Ningqi.
”Three thousand years? That is to say, before I returned to Earth, he was still not born. Today's spiritual realm is higher than me...”
Like Xiao Wuyue and others, thousands of years ago were the three lords of creation. In the past thousands of years, they are still the three lords of creation, but they are closer to the four robbers. Such monks can be hailed as Tianjiao, in the seven major sects. The practice of the door, and the current lifeless experience of the snake, is even more terrible. It took only 3,000 years to break through to the five lords.
”If you kill him, the **** family will definitely fight with me...”
Considering it for a moment, Ning Qi felt that he could not hold the siege of the two nine robbers, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes. This Tianjiao could not be killed today.
”Give you ten minutes, no more, people in the inn will die!”
There was another sound of snakes outside.
This time, even Xiao Wu night and others are not calm, and they have come over to Ning Qi.
Ning Qi smiled and got up and walked outside the inn.
When everyone saw it, the heart suddenly relieved, and the innkeeper was ready to step up and clean up the table. He was squinted by the fox orange: ”Do you think the big brother will die?”
”No, nothing.”
The innkeeper laughed.
”Then we haven't finished eating, what do you collect?”
The fox orange sneered.
”No, it is.”
The innkeeper snorted and then looked at Ning Qi and looked at Ning Qi's eyes as if he were watching a body.
Offended the snake without life, can you still live?
Impossible!
Outside the inn, the snake demon and the nearby monk monks saw Ning Qi came out from inside, and his eyes focused on Ning Qi, with curiosity, compassion, compassion and gloating in his eyes.
”Is it you, the monk who killed my **** wasteland?”
The snake looked at Ning Qi faintly.
”Exactly.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”You do it yourself.”
The snake is desperately cold and looks at Ning Qi, a faint road.