If the eyes of those evil ghosts just now had a hint of concealment, now they were looking directly at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei. The group of evil ghosts sitting at the same table with the two stood up impatiently, as if they only wanted Ximen

With a respectful command, they will take action to swallow Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei into their bellies!

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead, falling down his cheeks and falling on the table. He didn't dare to move, with a forced smile on his face and looking at Ning Qi from the corner of his eyes.

"Haha, living people? I remember I didn't invite you this time. Who are you? You dare to talk nonsense about my happy event, and you are seeking death!?"

Ximen Jing looked at the two of them coldly, with a sinister smile on his lips.

After the other ghost kings saw clearly that the person speaking was Ning Qi, their faces suddenly showed a half-smiling look, as if they were watching the fun.

As for Yun Buer of Ghost Spirit Sect, his eyes looked at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei with a hint of solemnity, and he glanced around at the same time.

"Did you notice anything wrong when we came here?"

Yun Buer whispered.

The spiritual masters at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said to Yun Buer: "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two people are sent by other sects? Are you planning to steal business from us?"

Yun Buer nodded solemnly. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't figure out which spirit-level being would dare to mock these thousand-year-old ghosts in today's situation!

"Big talk?"

Ning Qi shook his head with a smile, got up and walked in the direction of Ximen Jing and others. Seeing this, the evil spirits present followed Ning Qi's figure closely, and there was also a trace of curiosity in their hearts, secretly thinking that this living boy was so brave

How dare you be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings and not retreat but advance!?

Yan Zhibei stood up when Ning Qi stood up. He followed Ning Qi closely. He had no choice but to let him sit at the same table with so many spirit-level evil spirits. It was really difficult for him.

The current situation may seem like a dead end to others, but Yan Zhibei knows that only by following Ning Qi closely can he possibly survive in death!

Not long after, Ning Qi's figure walked among the group of ghost kings and looked at Ximen Jing calmly. The other ghost kings also looked at the two of them up and down with curious eyes.

"I told you that your death is imminent, do you really not believe me?"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

Ximen Jing was taller than Ning Qi. He lowered his head and looked at Ning Qi condescendingly. He already looked ferocious, but now he looked even more scary because of the killing intent in his heart.

The living concubine in the 98th room who he was about to marry was already trembling with fear because of the aura on Ximen Jing's body. However, she seemed to be aware that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were living people, so

Despite being frightened, there was also a hint of hope in the depths of his eyes as he looked at the two of them!

"Boy, tell me which sect you are from."

Ximen Jing took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

When he was in the human world, he was just a beggar. After his death, he came to the underworld and achieved his current achievements step by step. It was definitely not through brute force, but through the wisdom he accumulated during those years of being a beggar! That's all.

Wisdom happens to be in the underworld and shines brightly!

How could a living person without a backer provoke these ghost kings on an occasion like today!?

"I'm just a first-level casual cultivator."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Rogue cultivator!?"

"When did casual cultivators become so bold?"

The curiosity in the eyes of the ghost kings from all walks of life is even worse.

Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi, and suddenly said: "If you were really a casual cultivator, you wouldn't be able to leave today."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Ning Qi smiled.

Ximen Jing was about to speak again. At this moment, a long sword appeared in Ning Qi's hand and gently pierced Ximen Jing's eyebrows.

The next moment, there was a bang, and Ximen Jing's body suddenly collapsed. He didn't even react until the moment his soul was shattered!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points."

The system's melodious voice sounded again.

"What's going on!?"

"This man killed Ximen Jing with one sword!?"

"Who the hell is he!"

When the ghost kings from all walks of life saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed. They all stood up and looked at Ning Qi with great fear. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of panic in their eyes.

Yun Buer and the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples he brought this time were also shocked, looking at this scene in disbelief. The thousand-year-old ghost Ximen Jing, the ghost king who had dominated this place for many years, actually died like this!?

How is this possible!?

"I told you that your death is imminent, do you believe it now?"

Ning Qi smiled, and his eyes suddenly locked on a ghost king.

Although the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain has no body, when Ning Qi stares at him like this, cold sweat seems to break out on his back. Before he can start, the tip of the sword has already penetrated deeply into his eyebrows!

Bang!

The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain exploded on the spot and dissipated into the air.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points!"

The system beep sounded again.

Seeing Ning Qi killing two ghost kings one after another, the remaining ghost kings still dared to stand there, not even daring to say harsh words, and turned around to run away. Those century-old ghosts, as well as more ordinary evil ghosts, also reacted.

Run around!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host..."

"Ding! Congratulations..."

The system's beeps sounded one after another. Ning Qi didn't care about the ordinary evil ghosts or even the century-old ghosts. However, the ghost king-level existences were killed by Ning Qi one by one, and their souls were scattered. The fastest ones were the ones who ran away.

That person just ran to the gate and died in front of the old housekeeper under Ximen Jing.

The old man stared blankly at a ghost king dying in front of him, took a breath, looked at Ning Qi in shock, and had forgotten to run away.

Ning Qi's merit points continued to explode. Soon, his merit points exceeded the 50,000 mark. At this moment, both Ximen Jing and the various ghost kings who came to attend his happy event had all died in Ning Qi.

Under Qi's sword, only Yan Zhibei, Yun Buer and his group of disciples were left in the courtyard, as well as the boys and girls and the woman who almost wanted to marry Ximen.

The rest of the ghosts have long since escaped!

Yun Buer also wanted to run away, but his thoughts were immediately dissipated when Ning Qi leisurely killed the group of ghost kings, and he did not dare to make the slightest move. It was precisely because of this that he survived to the end!

Yan Zhibei breathed a deep sigh of relief, and looked at Ning Qi with a little more fear in his eyes.

"Who are you and why do you want to kill us?"
Chapter completed!