Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Damn it, how does he have such strength?"

Among the people in the Zhou family who were dragged away by Ning Xiaolei's Eight-layer Demonic Sealing Gate, Zhou Poshan's face was ashen, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes flickered as he looked in Ning Xiaolei's direction.

Although he is only at the late stage of the first level, there is no problem at all against the ordinary early stage of the second level.

However, after seeing Ning Xiaolei killing everyone, he did not help the Zhou family break through the two doors that were pressing on their heads.

He found that if he wanted to deal with Ning Xiaolei, he had to be at least equivalent to an ordinary mid-level second-level practitioner.

But now, all the cultivators in the middle stage of the second level are entangled by that strange fish-like monster.

Now they blasted through the two portals above their heads and rushed over, simply seeking death.

After using the Tianbing Sect, Ning Xiaolei flew out towards the two Zhou family members who were entangled with the ancient thunder sword.

While still on the way, he blasted out two white elephant galloping palms, attacking the two of them.

Those two people, one in the late stage and one in the mid-level, were not taken seriously by Ning Xiaolei.

Taking the ancient thunder knife into his hand, Ning Xiaolei held the knife and slashed out with the crocodile slashing technique.

Huge crocodiles transformed, baring their teeth and claws, and drowned the two of them with a ferocious aura.

Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, the two fought back desperately, making rumbling sounds.

However, as time passed, the aura they emitted became smaller and smaller, and their attacks gradually became weaker.

If this continues, the two of them will undoubtedly die.

At this moment, a loud Buddha's call suddenly came from the sky and the earth, and a group of monks swooped in from a distance.

A large golden handprint flew over and slapped Ning Xiaolei on the head.

Not caring about dealing with the two Zhou family members, Ning Xiaolei hurriedly raised his sword to strike.

But he seriously underestimated the power of this palm, and he failed to cut it open with one strike.

The palm print fell and hit Ning Xiaolei, instantly causing him to vomit blood and fall from the air.

Even with the protection of the Ox King's armor, he still suffered serious injuries.

"Damn it, damn Tenryuji Temple!"

Stabilizing his figure in the air, Ning Xiaolei raised his head and looked fiercely at the approaching monks.

These came from Tianlong Temple, which had not appeared for a long time among the four forces he had offended.

After injuring Ning Xiaolei, the people from Tianlong Temple took action and smashed the two doors above the heads of the Zhou family and Xuanqing Sect.

There were two other mid-level two monks, and a monk at the late second level saved them and joined the battle group against King Ran Yi.

King Ran Yi was at the third level of mid-level cultivation, so he became a little confused for a while.

The rest of the people all looked at Ning Xiaolei with evil intentions. There were so many of them, and they didn't believe what tricks Ning Xiaolei could pull off.

Zhou Poshan, who was extremely depressed before, even laughed out loud with pride.

"Haha, Ning Xiaolei, have you decided how to die?"

Ning Xiaolei turned his gaze away with a sullen expression, and said angrily: "If you want to die, you must die first."

The situation at this moment was extremely unfavorable to him and King Ran Yi.

First the Ji family, and then the Zhou family and the Xuanqing Sect fought for so long that the demonic energy in his body was almost exhausted.

At this time, Tianlong Temple appears, waiting for work, the situation is not good.

With a helpless sigh, Ning Xiaolei shook his head depressedly. In this situation, he could only hide for a while.

After the demon refining pot is restored to full condition, and then bring Qin Yu out, he must look good to these three forces.

Thinking of this, he prepared to cover King Ran Yi with demon consciousness and take him away.

But at this moment, four early second-level monks from Tianlong Temple suddenly took action.

I don't know when they were separated in four directions, and now they all struck Ning Xiaolei.

Although the palm prints were still far away, Ning Xiaolei felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed by a huge force, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out.

"Everyone, hurry up, he has been injured by our four-elephant demon-subduing formation!"

One of the four monks spoke up and reminded everyone loudly.