Super Dragon slaughtering System

Ning Qi sighed lightly. He waved his hand and opened the ice coffin. After that, he placed the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill between Ning Haotian's eyebrows.    

The Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill, which was condensed from gas, merged into Ning Haotian's forehead in an instant.    

What followed next was a long wait.    

After an hour, Ning Qi finally felt a trace of different life force from Ning Haotian's body.    

This trace of life force was very fragile, like the candle in Kuangfeng's hand, it could be extinguished at any time.    

Although Ning Haotian didn't wake up immediately, it also meant that the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill had taken effect. Whether he could revive the dead depended on the heaven's will.    

Time passed minute by minute.    

Ning Haotian's life force was getting more and more vigorous. From the candle flame at the beginning, it had turned into a ball of flame.    

Ning Qi heaved a sigh of relief.    

At this rate, Ning Haotian would be able to wake up in about nine days.    

He waved his hand and laid down the Restriction to prevent any disturbance from the outside world.    

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.    

Ning Haotian's complexion was much better than before. His eyes would occasionally move under his eyelids.    

"Six more days."    

A smile appeared in Ning Qi's eyes.    

At that time.    

Warships appeared one after another around the Towering Abyss Pavilion. Countless cultivators were standing on these warships.    

The ones with the lowest aura were the seventh step.    

The strongest among them had reached the Ancient God Realm.    

According to a warship, one Ancient God would be able to reach a hundred Ancient Gods with a hundred warships!    

The first thing that Ling Yuan Pavilion noticed was a special disturbance. Cultivators flew into the sky one after another, looking at the warships with fear in their eyes.    

Finally, someone recognized them from the badges on the warships.    

"Leng Clan's warship?"    

"Why did the Leng Clan come to our Towering Abyss Pavilion? This is one of the top aristocratic families in the Primordial God Realm..."    

"Don't act rashly. Wait for the Pavilion Lord to appear."    

The cultivators of Ling Yuan Pavilion didn't dare to move recklessly. They just stood there quietly.    

The hundred warships remained silent. The cultivators on the warships only looked at the side of the Towering Abyss Pavilion coldly, none of them said anything.    

Finally, the Pavilion Lord of the Towering Abyss Pavilion broke through the void. They looked at the warships with a slightly fearful gaze and said in a clear voice:    

"I am Ling Yuan Pavilion's thirty-seventh generation Pavilion Lord, Chen Wuzi. I wonder which expert from the Leng Family has come. Can you come out and have a chat?"    

No one made a sound from those warships.    

Chen Wuxing's heart sank, this atmosphere was not quite right, these Leng Clan cultivators seemed to have come with ill intentions.    

But he never remembered offending the Leng Clan cultivators? This place was extremely far away from the Leng Clan, so it was not easy to see the Leng Clan cultivators.    

"Could it be that some of my disciples are blind and offended the Leng Clan?"    

Chen Wuxing thought to himself.    

There was a strange silence between the two of them.    

After a while, a voice sounded.    

"Elder Yu, how's your calculations going?"    

"It was calculated. Among this group of people, there are indeed people who will harm our Leng Family in the future. They should be removed in advance."    

"Do you have a precise target?"    

"Third Young Master, right now, the vital energy has already been thrown into disorder, and the primal god realm is in chaos. My cultivation is too shallow, so I can't accurately determine the target."    

"In other words, I have to kill all of them and leave no survivors behind?"    

"Exactly."    

The more Chen Wuxing and the cultivators of the Towering Abyss Pavilion heard, the more they felt that something was wrong, and their faces gradually revealed astonishment.    

He knew that the Leng Clan was skilled in the Dao of Divination, and their status as one of the top aristocratic families in the Primordial God Realm depended on this Dao to fight for it.    

However, the other party actually predicted that someone from the Towering Abyss Pavilion would harm the Leng Clan?    

How was this possible?    

If the Abyss Pavilion was likened to an ant, then the Leng Family would be a giant. Even in the most powerful era of the Abyss Pavilion, it could not be compared to the Leng Family!    

"Is there a misunderstanding here? My Ling Yuan Pavilion has never intended to be enemies with the Leng Family, nor do we have the strength to be enemies with the Leng Family. "    

Chen Wuxing said with a solemn expression.    

The other party didn't come with good intentions, and several of their auras were much stronger than his. If he really wanted to make a move, Ling Yuan Pavilion would be able to put up a fight in a row. They did not even have the strength to do so.    

"Elder Yu, your art of divination is already at the top of the Leng Clan. Since you can't even calculate it, the others naturally can't accurately calculate the target either.    

Kill them all. "    

The third young master's voice rang out once again.    

"Yes."    

In an instant, numerous ancient gods flew out from the warship, leading thousands of cultivators as they charged towards the Towering Abyss Pavilion.    

Chen Wuwu was dumbfounded. He did not have time to say anything else, and he immediately let out a roar:    

"Fight!"    

"Yes!!"    

The Ling Yuan Pavilion cultivator shouted with a livid expression.    

Both sides instantly charged at each other.    

In just a few breaths of time, more than half of the cultivators from the Towering Abyss Pavilion had died. Their corpses fell to the ground one after another, dyeing the steps red.    

Chen Wuxing was also surrounded by a few Primordial Divines that were stronger than him. He was seriously injured after ten moves and lost the ability to fight.    

Puchi.    

Chen Wuxing's head was chopped off by a cold-faced muscular man.    

The primordial god died just like that.    

A dozen breaths later, the entire Towering Abyss Pavilion was devoid of life, and the stench of blood drifted into the air.    

"Don't let the fish that slipped through the net escape. Make it more detailed."    

The Third Young Master's voice rang out once again.    

"Yes!"    

Countless cultivators rushed to the Towering Abyss Pavilion and searched everywhere. Once they found a fish that had escaped the net, they immediately killed it without hesitation.    

Ning Qi had witnessed this scene. He didn't understand why Ling Yuan Pavilion was annihilated in an instant. He only cared about Ning Haotian's life and death!