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Ignoring the old monk and others, Ning Xiaolei asked King Shui Qilin to lead everyone and continue to rush to the Blood Curse Sect.

From behind, looking at the direction Ning Xiaolei and others were going, the old monk frowned: "Could it be that they want to go to the Blood Curse Sect?"

Thinking of this possibility, the old monk's face changed slightly. He could tell that the monster's strength was only at the early stage of the sixth level, but there was an old monster at the middle stage of the eighth level in the Blood Curse Sect!

Could it be that they don’t know that, if so, wouldn’t it be dangerous?

Because Ning Xiaolei and others got rid of Ghost King Valley and Ghost Talisman Sect, the old monk still had a good impression of them and did not want to see them die.

But then the old monk had another thought. The other party dared to go to the Blood Curse Sect. There was no reason for him not to investigate the strength of the Blood Curse Sect.

Perhaps, they have no idea what means they have!

After thinking for a moment, the old monk gritted his teeth and hurried to the direction of the Blood Curse Gate with a few people behind him.

Ahead, the flying Water Qilin King suddenly spoke: "They are following."

"Leave them alone. If they dare to stop us, we will destroy them all."

Ning Xiaolei said nonchalantly, he had eliminated all the Yidaomen who were at the ninth level, and he didn't even look down on a mere mid-sixth level and a few fifth-level ones.

After flying forward for a while, he encountered someone blocking the road again. This time Ning Xiaolei didn't bother to talk nonsense and just let Qiang rush over.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the person blocking the way wanted to take action, but was stopped by the old monk who came from behind.

The two parties seemed to know each other, and they met together and followed them together.

More than ten minutes later, a mountain thousands of meters high appeared in Ning Xiaolei's eyes.

According to the owner of Ghost King Valley, that is where the Blood Curse Gate is.

The high mountain where the Blood Curse Gate is located is different from a normal mountain. It feels very desolate, and there is a faint blood mist surrounding the mountain.

Through the blood mist, you can see that there seem to be many buildings inside.

"The blood and resentment are very strong and cannot be left behind."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed with coldness and he said coldly.

If the Blood Curse Sect looked normal, he would consider it and would not implicate innocent people because of Master Qing Pot.

But looking at the situation in front of him, it is obvious that he is also an evil sect.

"Water Qilin King, level the mountains."

Ning Xiaolei opened his mouth and gave an order, and several talismans appeared in his hand.

There is an eight-level old monster in the Blood Curse Gate, which we have to guard against.

After hearing Ning Xiaolei's instructions, the Water Qilin King was not polite. The shadow of the thousands-foot-tall Qilin appeared behind him, and he acted with all his strength.

With a low roar, the Water Qilin King opened his mouth, sprayed out a huge wave, and slammed down the Blood Curse Door.

"Who came to my Blood Curse Gate to cause trouble?"

Amid the roar, figures flew up one after another inside the Blood Curse Gate.

However, after seeing the figure of the Water Qilin King and the large wave falling from the sky that seemed to be able to destroy their entire sect, many people's expressions changed.

"It's a small trick, break it to me."

Suddenly, someone flew into the sky, and a giant bloody fist shot up into the sky.

Amidst the loud rumbling sound, the bloody giant fist collided with the big wave. The big wave, which looked full of power, was directly blown away by the bloody giant fist.

"The seventh middle stage."

The Water Qilin King murmured, his expression became very solemn, and he looked at the person who made the move.

Hearing this, Ning Xiaolei also looked curiously. The person who took action should be the master of the Blood Curse Sect.

In addition to the master of the Blood Curse Sect, Ning Xiaolei also felt two other auras, which were slightly weaker than the master of the Blood Curse Sect and were at the early stage of the seventh level.

However, he didn't feel the breath of the eighth layer. Could it be said that he was sleeping, or was it just a rumor?

While Ning Xiaolei was thinking about this, the people from the Blood Curse Sect flew over in a menacing manner.

Behind them, the old monk and others who followed looked nervous and were ready to evacuate at any time.

If Ning Xiaolei and others are defeated, they must run away immediately. Their sect has always been at odds with evil sects such as the Blood Curse Sect.