Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The gray-haired old man frowned: "Boy, I can't tell, but your strength is not weak. The ax in your hand must be a high-grade yellow-level magic weapon!"

"Oh, I know a lot. If you keep talking nonsense, everyone in your Tiancan Sect will die."

Ning Xiaolei looked at the old man in surprise, with a sneer on his lips.

In the battle with the old man just now, he was not at a disadvantage, and the facts proved that his guess was correct.

With his strength, he can definitely fight at a higher level.

With the dual effects of martial arts and yang ginseng fruit, as well as a series of methods and magic weapons, he felt that as long as he was given more time, it would not be too difficult to get rid of this late-stage old man.

After hearing Ning Xiaolei's words, the old man looked around quickly. His nose almost became angry when he looked at it.

He suddenly discovered that the disciples of his Tiancan Sect had no resistance at all.

"Trash, they are all trash. If you can't beat him, won't you take the hidden demon pill refined by Elder Du?"

The gray-haired old man yelled, "This is too embarrassing."

Hearing his shout, many Tiancan Sect disciples reacted and quickly took out a red pill and swallowed it.

In an instant, the cultivation level of all the disciples who took the pill increased by half a percent based on the original level.

"No, this old man must be dealt with quickly, otherwise things will change if he is too late."

When Ning Xiaolei saw this, his expression changed slightly, he quietly took out the coiled rope, mixed it with a wisp of demon consciousness, and threw it out.

Suddenly, the coiled silk rope seemed to be alive and headed straight towards the old man.

At the same time, Ning Xiaolei didn't look at it and quickly used the Yin Thunder Technique.

"not good."

Feeling the terrifying throbbing above his head, the gray-haired old man's face changed drastically. He was about to dodge, but was tightly entangled by the coiled silk rope that rushed over.

"Damn it, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

The gray-haired old man roared, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

At this moment, there was an explosion in the sky, and a dark thunder struck down.

The old man's expression changed in horror, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth and raised his head to spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the flash of light, a bloody shield formed above his head.

As soon as he finished doing this, thunder struck down on it.

To Ning Xiaolei's surprise, the gray-haired old man relied on this inconspicuous shield to block the Yin Thunder Technique's strike.

However, he also saw that the old man seemed to have been severely injured and his face turned extremely gray.

"If you can block one, you can block two."

Amid sneers, Ning Xiaolei cast another spell.

Seeing this, the old man's face became even more livid, and he roared angrily: "Boy, don't bully others too much."

"I'm just bullying you, what's wrong?" Ning Xiaolei curled his lips and kept moving his hands.

"Damn it, you forced me to do the blood violence technique."

The old man roared, and the skin on his body suddenly exploded inch by inch, and wisps of blood turned into blood mist, covering his body.

Under Chen Nan's stunned gaze, he saw that the old man seemed to have infinite strength and was actually trying to break free of the coiled silk rope.

How could this be possible? To ask him to break free would not be an insult to the magic weapon of the coiled silk rope.

With a thought in his mind, the coiled silk rope gradually tightened under the control of Ning Xiaolei's demonic consciousness, tightening the gray-haired old man tightly.

At this moment, the thunderbolt sounded again above his head, and a bolt of lightning struck down.

"Damn, damn, ah, you brat, I want you to die."

The gray-haired old man roared angrily, as if he knew he couldn't escape this time, so he decided to fight to the death.

The blood mist around him surged and gathered, turning into several bloody spears and shooting straight at Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei was startled, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart. He quickly used the strong wind technique, turned into a black wind, and hid on the other side.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

As soon as he dodged, the bloody spear was thrust into the back of where he was standing, blasting holes in the ground as thick as the mouth of a bowl.