With Zhou Ji's screams, the fight in the basement suddenly stopped.

Yan Ning's Nether Break Sword penetrated Zhou Ji's heart fiercely. Zhou Ji half-kneeled on the ground, looking at his chest with horror.

Less than a month ago, Yan Ning was still a little Taoist priest who was slaughtered by him. He easily asked Yan Ning to kill his brother's woman with his own hands.

But a month later, Yan Ning, who had never been taken seriously by Zhou Ji, held a long knife and pierced his heart.

He is not Zeng Fan, he has not yet been recognized by the leader, and has not yet become a true body of immortality. He has no chance of living in this knife!

"I'm going to give you this knife to Luna."

Yan Ning snorted coldly, pulled Ming Po out of Zhou Ji's chest, and then waved his knife to wipe Zhou Ji's neck again in everyone's shocked eyes!

"You owe me this knife!"

This is the second person Yan Ning killed.

Zhou Ji's throat was cut and no sound could be made. His body twitched and fell down, and blood flowed quickly.

"The Heavenly Master entered the Wu Gate, and thousands of evil spirits showed thousands of ghosts. One cut off the evil path of heaven, two cut off the evil spirits of the earth, three cut off the urgent needs of the Human Sect! Imperial!"

The moment Zhou Ji fell, Yan Ning also recited a soul-resurrecting spell. Zhou Ji saw a strange black light appearing around him, and a black air flowed out. Yan Ning took action suddenly and grabbed the black air in his hand.

The black air slowly and clearly formed a human form. The blurred human face was filled with a terrifying expression. It was Zhou Ji's soul!

"Yan Ning, don't kill everyone!" Zhou Ji begged for mercy.

"You killed Luna in the past, but now you let me show mercy?" Yan Ning sneered and raised Ming Po high.

This time, both Xiekong and Zeng Fan were panicked. Xiekong suddenly threw out a Buddhist bead, trying to attack Yan Ning with this, but Zhang Quan summoned the Yin soldiers in time and stopped the Buddhist bead.

"ah--"

Without any hesitation, Yan Ning's darkness pierced through Zhou Ji's eyebrows. Zhou Ji's soul screamed in pain. Yan Ning used force to his palm, and Zhou Ji's soul was instantly pinched into ashes!

Zhou Ji, his body and body are destroyed!

Zhou Ji's death directly turned the original three-to-three situation into one side. When Xie Kong saw Zhou Ji's death, his eyes showed an unknown meaning, and he didn't even have the intention to fight Zhang Quan, and he pulled away many times to leave!

Zeng Fan was cut off one of his arms by Yan Ning, and his strength was damaged for a while. Zhou Ji's death made him crazy. He also knew in his heart that if he did not use some special skills, he might really have to explain it here.

Yan Ning kicked Zhou Ji's body away, took a look at the current situation on the field, and immediately came to Zhang Quan, wanting to clean up Monk Xiekong first.

Sure enough, the two of them worked together, and even the monk Xiekong was a little difficult to resist. In just a few rounds, Yan Ning's Mingpo was already on the neck of Monk Xiekong.

"Stop it all!"

Before Yan Ning could shout, Zeng Fan had already shouted out. Yan Ning and Zhang Quan's faces changed. Zeng Fan's smile was cruel, and Yang Lei had been locked by him!

After all, Yang Lei was a monk who became a monk halfway through the journey and could not fight against a half-human and half-zombie monster like Zeng Fan. He was caught by Zeng Fan just now and was forced to become a hostage in one fell swoop.

Yang Lei's face was blue and he could no longer breathe. Yan Ning naturally didn't want Yang Lei to die like this, so he said coldly: "Zeng Fan, let Yang Lei go, I will give Xie Kong to you."

Zeng Fan sneered: "Do you think I really care about Xie Kong's life?"

As soon as these words were said, both Xie Kong and Yan Ning's faces darkened.

Zeng Fan was right. With his vicious personality, Xie Kong might just be his weapon and is not worth mentioning at all.

Human life? Zeng Fan didn't care at all.

"Zeng Fan, if I die, the leader will not let you have a good life!" Xie Kong shouted hurriedly.

"waste!"

Zeng Fan cursed and held Yang Lei's hand harder.

When Yan Ning saw Zeng Fan being furious, he realized that Xie Kong was not so easy to die for Zeng Fan, so he adjusted his mood and said again:

"Kill Zhou Ji, my goal today is halfway. Now I let Xie Kong go, you let Yang Lei go, leave Wumen Golden Needle, and you can leave."

After hearing this, Zeng Fan restrained his sneer. The current situation is very unfavorable to him. Even if he kills Yang Lei, he may not be able to survive.

After some struggle, Zeng Fan still chose to compromise, and he nodded slightly: "Let me go."

Yan Ning looked at him, and both of them let go of their hands simply. Yang Lei fell from mid-air, knelt on the ground and coughed a few times in pain, and then hurriedly ran towards Yan Ning and the others.

Monk Xiekong looked at Yan Ning expressionlessly and walked towards Zeng Fan.

Just as Xie Kong and Yang Lei alternated, Xie Kong suddenly attacked and slapped Yang Lei in the back. Although Yang Lei was prepared for a long time, he still vomited blood and fell to the ground and was unconscious!

"Dog thing!"

Yan Ning cursed angrily and thought to himself that it was not good. Seeing that Xie Kong had reached out to pick up the brocade box on the ground, he quickly recited the formula:

"The cave reaches the three realms and shines on the eight wildernesses. The demons are repelled, and all ghosts are destroyed. One blow to themselves, and the sect of the world will be transformed. I am eager to attract the power of the Northern Emperor and one palm to destroy the evil! "

The Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse is the strongest Taoist technique that Yan Ning can use at present. Yan Ning's eyes were closed, and a golden light suddenly appeared in his hand. A palm print made of golden light suddenly shot out from Yan Ning's hand, hitting Xie Kong, who wanted to pick up the brocade box, head-on!

"puff……"

Xie Kong never thought that Yan Ning had a backhand, but was hit by the golden palm print, and he immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground and twitched!

The brocade box that had just fallen into Xie Kong's hand was thrown high by him and smashed it to the ground. Seventy-two golden needles were scattered all over the ground!

"Yan Ning, take the golden needle!" Zhang Quan shouted quickly when he saw this.

"Don't think about it!"

Zeng Fan's movements were hundreds of times faster than Zhang Quan. Yan Ning used the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse. Before he could hold his palm, Zeng Fan had already appeared in front of him and kicked Yan Ning's lower abdomen. Yan Ning groaned, his body flew backwards, and he rolled down dozens of meters with Zhang Quan!

"The golden needle is mine! No one can imagine it!" Zeng Fan had a sick smile on his face, his eyes were wide open, and he was lying on the ground in a hurry. He put the golden needles into the brocade box.

Zhang Quan was treated as a meat pad by Yan Ning. When he landed on the ground, he was already vomiting blood. He looked at Zeng Fan weakly and said to Yan Ning: "I can't help you."

Yan Ning climbed up from the ruins, took a deep breath, looked at Zeng Fan from the corner of his eyes, and said coldly: "No need to help, Zeng Fan will definitely die today!"
Chapter completed!