Super Dragon slaughtering System

Ning Qi's face darkened. He glanced at Ning Haotian and waved his hand, wanting to put her into his spatial bag.    

But what followed was a wave of shock.    

He had forgotten that Ning Haotian had a trace of life force. He was no longer an inanimate object and could no longer put her into the spatial bag.    

Sensing the terrifying aura of the group of ancient gods outside, Ning Qi's mind spun rapidly. In the next moment, he made a decision.    

He took out a Jade Slip and engraved a line of words on it. After that, he slammed it on the ground. A large hole silently appeared on the ground. Ning Qi placed Ning Haotian's ice coffin in it and said to Long Yunluo.    

"Stay here with her. I will lay down the Restriction. Your Qi is very weak, and her Qi is even weaker. It won't be easy for her to detect you. I will go out and lure them away. Remember, don't make a sound."    

Long Yunluo nodded, but she also felt that the aura outside was very dangerous. Out of instinct, she was quietly placed on the ice coffin by Ning Qi.    

After that, Ning Qi filled up the hole.    

Just as he finished doing all of this, the door was kicked open by a few figures.    

"There's another fish that slipped through the net."    

The leading cultivator of the Leng Family smiled faintly and casually attacked Ning Qi.    

The other few didn't attack. In their point of view, all the experts of Ling Yuan Pavilion were dead, and the remaining ones were just little fishes and kittens. Wouldn't it be a piece of cake for them, the Great Saints, to attack?    

Ning Qi sneered and struck out with his palm.    

A terrifying force swept across the few cultivators of Leng Family. After this palm strike, Ning Qi walked out from their side without even looking at them.    

When Ning Qi walked out of the courtyard, the bodies of these cultivators turned into stars and disappeared into the air.    

Until their death, they were still unable to react.    

Ling Yuan Pavilion had already turned into an Asura Arena.    

Corpses were everywhere.    

"North Profound Heaven Master, save me - -"    

A disciple of Ling Yuan Pavilion ran towards Ning Qi. Behind him were a few Leng Family cultivators who looked like cats playing with mice.    

Ning Qi took a step forward and protected this disciple behind him. Then, he said to the few Leng Family cultivators in a flat tone.    

"How could Ling Yuan Pavilion offend you? Are you going to kill us all?"    

While he was speaking, he had been paying attention to the movements of the group of ancient gods. It seemed like they didn't put Ning Qi in their eyes. A few of them noticed Ning Qi and only took a glance at him before focusing their attention elsewhere.    

"Offend? Ling Yuan Pavilion didn't offend my Leng Family. I didn't expect that one of you would threaten the Leng Family's position in the Primordial God World in the future, so I came here to eliminate you.    

If you want to blame, blame your own bad luck. You have to be a disciple of Ling Yuan Pavilion. "    

The other party looked at each other, then said to Ning Qi with a faint smile.    

"Just because you predicted that someone from Ling Yuan Pavilion would threaten the Leng Family in the future, you decided to destroy the entire Ling Yuan Pavilion without discriminating between right and wrong?"    

Ning Qi was slightly startled, then a cold sneer appeared on his face, "What a good method."    

In the next moment, he raised his hand and killed the few cultivators of the Leng Family.    

"Whether you can live or not will depend on your luck."    

Ning Qi glanced at the disciple of Ling Yuan Pavilion and shook his head slightly. After that, he broke through the sky and rushed out of Ling Yuan Pavilion.    

At the same time, he waved his hand and took the lives of a large group of Leng Family cultivators.    

This technique, which was comparable to an ancient god, finally attracted the attention of the Leng Family cultivators. Even the Third Young Master on the warship threw his glance at Ning Qi.    

"It's the Sacred Lord."    

Elder Yu said with a faint smile.    

"His methods aren't ordinary. A few Holy Lords were killed by him in a single move, right?"    

Third Young Master Leng faintly said.    

"Eh...?"    

Elder Yu suddenly counted with his fingers, then pointed at Ning Qi with a solemn expression. "It's this kid! The future calamity of the Leng Family should be on this kid!"    

"It's him?    

Didn't you say that it's impossible to be precise?"    

The Third Young Master Leng was slightly startled.    

"Originally, I couldn't be precise, but after seeing him, the fog dissipated a bit, and my meridians became much clearer!"    

Elder Yu looked at Ning Qi with a solemn expression, and his expression was somewhat strange. How could such a Sacred Lord threaten the status of the Leng Family in the Primordial God World in the future?    

The Leng Family had to kill countless ants like this every day!    

"Ask Leng Fan to capture him alive."    

The Third Young Master of the Leng Clan said.    

"Third Young Master, let's just kill him. We don't want any more trouble."    

Elder Yu suggested.    

"There's no need to kill him. I want to see what's so special about him."    

Third Young Master Leng smiled and shook his head.    

Elder Yu could only smile bitterly when he saw this. Then, he said in a clear voice, "Leng Fan, capture him alive."    

"Yes!"    

An Ancient God who was watching the show immediately responded and chased after Ning Qi at an extremely fast speed.    

During this process, the attention of the cultivators of the Leng Family was focused on Ning Qi, causing many disciples of the Towering Abyss Pavilion to quietly escape from the encirclement.    

However, Third Young Master Leng and Elder Yu didn't care about this. What they wanted was Ning Qi alone.    

Ling Yuan Pavilion was merely a burial item that was buried along with the other party. It could be considered bad luck.