Chapter 1317 My Sister Must Be a Good Person

Those familiar figures were Meng Qingling, Dongfang Haojie, Li Mingye, Niu Dazhuang, Da Gouzi, Duan Yingjun, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. When everyone's eyes fell on these eight people, their faces showed With a look of shock, these seven guys all showed a trace of the aura of the Dharma Realm.

What shocked people was not their cultivation, but that they obviously knew the three daughters of Li Mochou, so they must have a lot to do with Ning Beixuan.

When did so many Dharma Aspect Realm monks appear in Xuanzhen Wonderland?

Some of the Wang family's peak-holding elders gradually became serious, and they suddenly had a guess in their hearts that maybe Ning Beixuan was not the only one behind him.

"This son must have experiences that I don't know about..."

Wang Tong thought secretly.

"Master Dongfang, have you also broken through to the realm of Faxiang? This..."

Xiao Yue'er was a little surprised.

When they received the news that Li Mochou and Li Mochou set off for the Qingming Wonderland, Dongfang Haohao and others had just broken through to the early stage of the Immortal Realm. How many steps have you reached the initial stage of the Faxiang Realm? Even faster than the two of them?

"It's a long story."

Dongfang Haohao smiled slightly.

Meng Qingling glanced around lightly, and her eyes fell on Ning Qi who was thousands of miles away. After a few breaths of silence, she said via voice transmission: "We are not the only ones here this time."

Xiaoyue'er heard the words, her eyes moved slightly, and she looked up, and saw many familiar faces on the viewing platforms of the other six giant cities. Among these people were monks in the alchemy realm and monks in the immortal realm. They are all disciples of the God of War Temple, and even the patriarchs, elders and others of the nine major families in the land of Dongxuan were all present.

"We have already thought about it. If the boss loses, we can buy him some time with our lives."

Duan Shuai grinned.

I haven't seen him for decades, and his figure is still very fat, but his whole person looks much more stable, and he is completely different from before.

Obviously, Duan Yingjun and the others must have experienced something in the past few decades, otherwise their cultivation base would not have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Don't worry, as long as the young master condenses the Dharma, all these guys will die."

Xiaoyue'er smiled slightly, but the killing intent in her eyes was still concentrated, she looked coldly in the direction of Wang Lan, and met her eyes, Xiaoyue'er provocatively raised the corner of her mouth, and made a gesture of wiping her neck When Wang Lan and Sikong saw this, they were furious in their hearts, but they glanced at Jian Xilai apprehensively, and did not move.

Another round of attack began, all kinds of dharma, like gods and Buddhas in the sky, surrounded Ning Qi, and the power of colorful laws kept bombarding Ning Qi's dharma prototype, making a deafening roar. Thousands of miles away, one can feel the power of that terrifying law.

Seeing this scene, the monks in the God of War Temple couldn't help clenching their fists, and recorded the monks in the Faxiang Realm who attacked Ning Qi one by one.

Time passed day by day.

Spring and autumn come and go for a few years.

The siege of Ning Qi not only did not weaken, but became more violent, because many monks were already extremely frightened, and the embryonic form of Ning Qi's dharma outside his body began to gradually become apparent.

Besieged by them for so many years, not only did Ning Qi's Dharma form not collapse, but it became more and more solid. This made them not afraid. If Ning Qi was really able to condense successfully, he would be able to defeat Venerable Tiangou with his cultivation base in the late stage of immortality. Judging from the means, I am afraid that the monks present will face extremely terrifying revenge!

"Sister, are you the young master's friend?"

One day, Zuo Ling'er finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, and asked Jian Xilai who was standing in front.

As soon as these words were uttered, the nearby monks gasped, and fear appeared in their eyes.

"He's a man."

Eastern Catastrophe sound transmission reminded.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zuo Ling'er's eyes, she was obviously a girl, how could it be a boy?

Xiaoyue'er's eyes moved slightly, she knew that Zuo Ling'er had a sixth sense that was almost supernatural, since she said that this person is a woman, it must be a woman!

When everyone thought that Jian Xilai would be furious, Jian Xilai turned around indifferently, glanced at Zuo Linger, and said, "I'm not your young master's friend."

"hiss……"

Many monks gasped, Jian Xilai was so easy to talk to?

"Oh, that sister must be a good person."

Zuo Linger nodded.

"Um?"

Jian Xilai frowned slightly.

"Everyone who took action against my young master was a big villain, sister, you are not."

Zuo Linger said with a grin.

Jian Xilai smiled lightly, nodded to Zuo Ling'er, then continued to turn around, his eyes fell on Ning Qi's body, thoughtfully.

………

"Bastard! Don't run away!"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy ran wildly in Xuanzhen's giant city, and behind him were more than a dozen boys of the same age who were chasing and cursing at the same time.

Seeing this, passers-by nearby shook their heads and moved out of the way. The dozen or so teenagers were either Dongtian disciples or Wang family disciples. Although their cultivation was not high, ordinary monks still didn't want to cause trouble.

The young man being chased showed a trace of panic on his face, and rushed into the viewing platform of Xuanzhen Giant City like a headless chicken.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, like thunder on dry land. After hearing the sound, the young man stopped unconsciously and looked over there.

The dozen or so teenagers who were chasing after him were also attracted by the voice, and even the teenagers they had been 'chasing' all the time ignored him.

"Wang Zhen, I heard that that person is the ancestor of your Wang family."

One of the teenagers suddenly whispered.

Hearing this, the tallest young man had a look of admiration in his eyes. He nodded and said, "That's right, he is the Patriarch Beixuan of our Wang family!"

"I heard from my father that Patriarch Beixuan has been here for nearly a hundred years."

A teenager said suspiciously.

"At least he was here when we were born, but I don't think so for a hundred years. You see, those seniors are all masters of the Qinglong list. It is impossible for anyone to support them under such an offensive. century!"

A young man pointed into the distance.

In the direction he pointed, thousands of Dharma monks were launching a fierce but futile offensive against Ning Qi's already condensed Dharma image with extremely three-dimensional facial features.

Wang Lan, who has matured a bit, was also among them, following the abandoned disciple of Jiuyou, she kept using her strongest moves on Ning Qi, trying to destroy Ning Qi's dharma.

"Who says it's impossible?"

A loud voice sounded from behind the crowd, and they all looked at him, and when they saw a young man in his thirties, they curled their lips in disdain.