Chapter 2775: 50,000 merits (2/2)
Ning Qi smiled.
Ximen Jing also had to open again. At this time, Ning Qi did not know when, and he had a long sword and gently penetrated into the eyebrows of Ximen.
The next moment, with a bang, Ximen’s body suddenly collapsed, until the moment the soul flew, he did not react!
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for receiving 1000 merits.”
The pleasing sound of the system sounded again.
”what happened?”
”Is this son killing Ximen Jing?”
”Who is he?”
All the ghost kings saw this scene, the look suddenly changed, Qi Qi stood up, taboo looking at Ning Qi, in addition to jealousy, but also with a trace of panic.
Yun Buji and the ghostly disciples who he brought this time are also shocked. I dare not look at this scene. Ximen Jingtangtang, a thousand-year-old ghost, who has dominated the ghost king here for many years, actually died like this?
How can this be?
”I said it, you are dead, are you now?”
Ning Qi smiled and his eyes suddenly locked a ghost king.
Although there is no flesh in the Beilu Mountain Ghost King, it is so stared by Ning Qi, and it seems that there is also a cold sweat on the back. Before he starts, the tip of the sword has penetrated his eyebrows deeply!
boom!
The Beijiao Ghost King exploded in the same place and dissipated in the air.
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for 1000 merits!”
The system beep sounds again.
Seeing Ning Qi killed two ghost kings in succession, the rest of the ghost kings dare to stand in the same place, even dare not dare to stay, turn around and run away, those hundred-year-old ghosts, and more ordinary evil spirits, also reacted, Escape four times!
“Hey! Congratulations to the host for 1000 merits!”
”Hey! Congratulations to the host...”
”Hey! Congratulations...” The system's prompts sounded one after another. For those ordinary evil spirits, even centuries-old ghosts, Ning Qi did not care, and the existence of the ghost king level was killed by Ning Qi. The soul flies, the fastest runner, just ran to the gate, and died in the West Gate.
In front of the steward, the old man.
The old man stared at a ghost king in front of himself, sucking a cold breath, shocked to look at Ning Qi, has forgotten to escape. Ning Qi’s merits continued to explode. Soon, his merits and demerits broke the 50,000 mark. At this moment, whether it’s Ximen Jing or this time, the ghost kings who came to participate in his happy events have all lost their lives in Ning. Under the strange sword, in the yard, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buji and his group are left.
Disciples, as well as those boys and girls, and the woman who almost had to stay in the same place as the woman in the West Gate room.
The rest of the ghosts have already run out!
Yun Yun also wants to run, but his thought, when Ning Qi leisurely strolling to kill the group of ghost kings, suddenly dissipated, did not dare to have the slightest change, and it is precisely, he lived to the end!
Yan Zhibei was deeply relieved, looking at the fear in Ningqi's eyes, and a little more.
”Who are you, why are you killing us?” Yun did not try to make himself look calmer, but the trembling voice still made people feel his mood at the moment.