Chapter 2089: Life is better than death (2/2)
In the eyes of Dao Xian Xian, there was a fascinating color in the eyes. Xiao Yan and others heard the words, and the look suddenly shocked and looked at Ning Qi with shock.
”The North mysterious brothers, the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze is born again!”
Wu Yin was busy talking to Ningqi.
”You are not going to kill me?”
Dao Yan Xian Huang looked at Ning Qi, and his eyes flashed a hint of the color of the wings. If he can save his life this time, there will definitely be a chance to come back.
”You used to suppress me to the prison, I also ruled the person with his own way, and suppressed you into the prison. You are not trying to break through the shackles of the nine lords? There is this opportunity in the prison.” As long as... you are not attacked by the magic.”
Ning Qi smiled and said.
At this time, the king of the Temple of War seemed to be aware of the arrival of Ningqi, and the figure was broken and fell behind Ningqi.
”I have seen the North Xuan Xianhuang!”
Whether it is Wang Zhong or the Eastern Holocaust, at this moment, the courtesy of the courtesy, the sound is vast, spread throughout the entire North Xuan Xiancheng, the monks outside heard this voice, suddenly moving to the North Xuan Xiancheng I saw it here.
In the eyes of Dao Xian Xian, there was a hint of surprise color. He never imagined that Ning Qi intended to suppress him into the prison.
Originally, Dao Yan Xianhuang was very afraid of the fairy prison. He did not dare to go deep into it. However, Ning Qi and the corpse of the corpse were able to live out. This shows that the fairy prison is not as terrible as he imagined. Perhaps this is The opportunity for him to rise again.
”However, with your current cultivation, if you go to the fairy prison, you can only be a magical object without consciousness...”
Ning Qi sighed.
The color of the surprise on the face of Dao Yan Xian Huang suddenly stagnated, and then he turned his face and looked at Ning Qi with grievances. He said: ”You killed me! Kill me!”
”Let's go.”
Ning Qi smiled and turned and left.
The crowd followed, and when everyone left, the Taoist Emperor was still groaning in anger, and the spirit seemed to have collapsed.
Xiao Yan and others looked at this scene with awkwardness. Something was awkward in their hearts. The fear of Ning Qi was even more numerous. The singularity of the emperor and the emperor had been tortured into this appearance in a short time... It is really life to die.
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North Xuan Xiang Palace, the Emperor Hall.
Ning Qi is sitting in the main position, sitting in the hall with hundreds of figures, including the Eastern Holocaust, the dream of light spirit, Xiaoyueer, Zuo Linger, Xuanzhen Dasheng, Wang Lin and the couple, the snakes and the statues... The monks accounted for 60%, the monks of the royal family accounted for 30%, the monks of the **** monks accounted for one percent, and the cold heavens with a smile, sitting next to Ningqi, looked dignified and inviolable.
”Bei Xuan Xianhuang, the date of the throne ceremony, is set to be half a month later, how do you see?”
Wang Zhong walked to the center of the main hall and bowed to the courtesy of Ningqi.