Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The White Bone Sword is obtained from the White Bone Essence. Although it is only a middle-grade Xuan-level magic weapon, it has great uses.

Looking at everyone in the Ji family jokingly, Ning Xiaolei was filled with demonic energy and slashed with a swing.

Amidst the strange laughter, terrifying skulls flew out one by one and rushed towards everyone in the Ji family.

With the current level of Ning Xiaolei's demonic energy, he could easily cut more than a hundred swords.

Suddenly, there were skulls in all directions, swamping everyone in the Ji family.

"Why didn't the attack hit them? What the hell is this?"

"It's not good, it's devouring cultivation, we can't let them get close."

"Just hit it with the magic weapon, that way you can smash them."

Soon, everyone in the Ji family fell into panic, and was forced into chaos by this large group of skulls.

Although the effects of these skulls are not so effective after reaching Fairyland, they are still not to be underestimated.

Ning Xiaolei smiled lightly. While using the Bone Sword, he released the Gust Wind Technique with his other hand.

The black wind roared and rolled up the skull. The scene was like a demon emerging from the world.

A cultivator at the early stage of the first level was caught off guard and was pounced upon by a large group of skulls whose speed increased greatly, sucking all his cultivation away in an instant.

Without the magic power in his body, he became a useless person and fell from the sky.

Ning Xiaolei didn't chase him. He lost his cultivation and fell from such a high altitude. He only had half a life left if he couldn't fall to death.

"Crush it for me!"

At this moment, a violent roar suddenly sounded.

One of the second-level cultivators sacrificed a black ruler magic weapon, which grew larger in the wind and directly scattered a large number of skulls.

He looked at Ning Xiaolei with splitting eyes and controlled the black ruler magic weapon to attack.

"If you want to hurt me, it's impossible!"

Ning Xiaolei grinned, and with a thought, the ancient thunder knife that was fighting another second-level practitioner flew out and collided with the black ruler.

Knocking the black ruler away, Ning Xiaolei grabbed the ancient thunder knife and used the crocodile slashing technique to slash at the second-level man.

The giant crocodile roared, rampaging across the sky, and its power should not be underestimated.

"Falling Rain Fist!"

With a low roar, the Ji family's second-level cultivator cast a spell, and dense fist shadows appeared around him, blasting towards him.

However, his spell did not reach the earth level and was easily swallowed by the giant crocodile that rushed over.

Suddenly, a scream came from the distance, the sound was shrill.

Ning Xiaolei looked curiously and saw that it was one of the three Ji family members fighting against King Ran Yi.

He was trapped by King Ran Yi's magical bubble power and was squeezed into a pile of meat.

The faces of the other two people changed wildly with horror, and their eyes were filled with fear.

None of the three are rivals for King Ran Yi. If only the two of them are left, wouldn't they be looking for death?

Thinking of this, the two of them did not dare to stay any longer and shouted: "Retreat first, their strength is beyond our imagination!"

After shouting, the two of them took the lead and tried to escape.

"You want to run away, have you asked me?"

King Ran Yi roared angrily, accelerated, rushed behind a person, and bit off the upper half of his body in one bite.

The remaining souls of all the people were gone, and they flew in another direction without looking back.

With a cold smile, King Ran Yi condensed a blue water arrow in his mouth and spit it out suddenly.

With a flash of light, the water arrow arrived behind the other person and hit him hard in the back.

With a scream, the man fell directly from the air.

The three strongest people were killed and injured, and those who fought against Ning Xiaolei were frightened half to death.

"It's your turn."

Ning Xiaolei grinned, and the Thunder Dragon Tribulation and Abyss Fire Phoenix techniques appeared in his hands again.

But this time he didn't use it immediately, but fused them together.

Feeling the thunder-fire Black Dragon Po with the aura of destruction in his hand, Ning Xiaolei suddenly threw it up.

Amidst the roar of the dragon, a thunder-fire black dragon appeared in the sky, and then suddenly crashed into the crowd.