Chapter 1790: Come here (2/2)

Lei Huang's faint opening.

The Tibetan immortal looked up and down, and the eyes flashed a suspicion of color. At the same time, the gods swept away in the Great Wall, and they swept in a circle. They did not find the breath of Yan Shengzi, Tibetan magic and others. In the heart of the Tibetan immortal, suddenly there is a slight hunch.

”How can I feel this way?”

He only felt that it was incredible. Since the breakthrough to the eight-robbery creator, even in the face of the nine robbers, the Tibetan immortal has never had such a feeling of guilt.

”Ningbei Xuan.”

Ning Qi smiled.

”Ning Bei Xuan? I have not heard your name, where is the Shengzi, and told him to come out to see me.”

Lei Huang swept away Ning Qi coldly, and then looked at the big market, and the dragon-in-law, Sakyamuni, and Shiga Huijing, Wang Lin and other monks, after being swept by the eyes of the Emperor, seemed to be Such as smashing ice, all body cold.

With just one look, they will feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts. It is conceivable that if Lei Wang really starts his hand, he will be able to destroy all the monks within the Great Market in an instant!

”Yan Shengzi is already dead. If you want to see him, you may only have a chance to go to the underworld.”

Ning Qi smiled.

Is the sacred son dead?

Lei Huang and Zang Xian live in the heart of the earthquake, behind the thousands of monks also some unbelievably look at Ning Qi, the existence of the top 50 of the two places on the power list, Ning Qi this sentence, not convinced They saw that the sacred son had a big fight with Lei Huang. Although Yan Shengzi was far from the rival of Lei Huang, he could still support more than one hundred strokes in the hands of Lei Huang. It was only this point that they were stronger than them. Anyone among them, even if they are Tibetan monks, are not the opponents of the sacred son. How can they say that they die and die?

The most important thing is that the rumored Yanzi is a disciple of Dao Yan Xianhuang. He has such a backing, and Tianzhu Yuanzun and the corpse of the corpse are both taboo, and the original Emperor Lei also did not kill Yanzi. In any case, they do not believe that Yanzi will die in the dead.

”There is no such thing as the sacred son and my younger brother, but if he is dead, it should not be. In today's world, who dares to kill the Son?”

The Tibetan immortal smiled a little, and there was a hint of taunting in his eyes.

”Not bad.”

Lei Huang coldly said that even he took care of the identity of Yan Shengzi. He did not have a killer at the beginning. He even did not believe it. Who dared to risk the wrath of the emperor and the killer of Yan Shengzi.

”Ning Bei Xuan, you know, who am I waiting for?”

Tibetan immortal smiled.

Thousands of monks behind him heard the words, and there was a hint of taunting in their eyes. This guy in front of him might not have seen the current situation. This dare to talk in front of Lei Emperor and Tibetan immortal, if the other party knows this. The true identity of the two, I am afraid that I am not going to scare the urine on the spot!

”Know, you are a Tibetan immortal. The brother of the Tibetan magical monarch is not a brother. It is indeed more than a few times higher than the Tibetan monk.”

Ning Qi smiled and nodded, then his eyes fell on Lei Huang. ”You and I are more familiar. Xiaolei is your son? When I killed him, he reported your name and thought it would be protected.” It’s a death... it’s too naive...”

”...”

When Ningqi’s sentence was exported, the air seemed to stagnate in general, and the surrounding area suddenly felt silent. Only a burst of breathing sounded slightly.

The faces of Lei Huang and Zang Xianzhen were changed in tandem. They stared at Ning Qi, and the thousands of confidants behind them were shocked, unbelievable and horrified.

”My son, are you killing?”

Lei Huang glared at the eyes, staring at Ning Qi, half a ring, only to squeeze out the words from his mouth, and at the same time, a strange smell radiated from him, this breath, With the power of thunder and lightning.

”The corpse? He is a disciple of the demon corpse, is it a zombie?”

Ning Qi’s eyes moved slightly.

There are two possibilities for the corpse of Lei Huang. One is born, the other is brought by the day after tomorrow. If it is the day after tomorrow, it should be caused by the practice.