Chapter 1815: Ma Xinglong (2/2)
Pudu Xianwang was stepped on by Ningqi, as if it had been suppressed by 10,000 mountain peaks, and the bones were snoring. After stepping on it for a while, he felt that his bones, the internal organs, would be rotten into flesh and blood, and the heart was shocked and shocked. Fear, there is still a mystery. In just a few years, how can Ningqi’s strength increase to such a degree? This must be the power of the Eight Robbers!
”As long as the time is delayed, the great elder of the Mozong will come here...”
Read this, Pudu Xianwang raised his head in a difficult way. ”Ning Beixuan, have something to say, you let me go first, what do you want to know, I tell you.”
”That's right, I am talking to you so well, why do you want me to do it?”
Ning Qi smiled and took back the foot on the back of Pudu Xianwang. Pudu Xianwang suddenly made a strong breath, and the body made a popping sound.
He stood up from the ground in amazement, after a few silences, whispered: ”The fall of Xuanzhen Dasheng and Jianxi, I do know, but this matter is very important, I said it, you also Can't save them.”
”Say it.”
Ning Qi faint road.
”They are in the prison.”
Purdue King Road.
After all, he found that Ning Qi did not have any shocking color, and his heart suddenly became suspicious. Is it true that Ning Qi said earlier?
He already knows the whereabouts of the two. This time, just to confirm it by the way?
”They know that they are in the prison. I want to know why they are being held in the prison. I don't know if Pudu Xianwang can solve my problems?”
Ning Qi faint road.
”This matter...”
Pudu Xianwang’s face was hesitant.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at the gate, and Pudu Xianwang saw it. His eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy. He looked at Ningqi and sneered: ”I am in a good mood, maybe I will tell you, but now I am in a bad mood.”
”Ma elder, you are finally here, this is the Ning Beixuan who you are rejoicing in the demon.”
In the direction of the Pudu Xian Dynasty, the door was handed.
When Bihai Dansheng saw it, his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of gloating in his eyes. He was only a great elder who surnamed Ma, Ma Xinglong, and he did not know how many years of practice, when he had not broken through to the realm of creation. Ma Xinglong is already an eight-robbery creator!
”How is this going?”
The butler who entered the hall with Ma Xinglong saw some wanderings in Pudu Xianwang, and Ning Qi had no trace of wounds in his body, and his eyes suddenly showed a hint of doubt.
Ma Xinglong nodded to Pudu Xianwang, his eyes swept over the blue sea Dansheng, and finally fell on Ning Qi, ”You, is Ning Beixuan?”
Ning Qi looked at him and looked at Pudu Xianwang. He immediately smiled. ”Yes, I am Ning Beixuan.”
”Hand over the joyful konjac and come back to me to rejoice in the demon sin.”
Ma Xinglong's faint road.
”It seems that you have not received the news of the dead.”
Ning Qi sighed.
”Oh? What news? Let's just come here.”
Ma Xinglong's faint road.
”You are glad that the monks who died in the dead of the Mozong are all dead. This news, you don't know?”
Ning Qi smiled.
Everyone suddenly glimpsed, and the horse line flashed a killing in the longan. The figure was in front of Ningqi. ”Is this true? If you lie to me, I will ruin you now!”