Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is very cruel.

The people in the Blood and Fire Temple thought that if they all acted together, they would be able to block the shadow of the stick that fell from the air.

However, the facts tell them what despair is.

The shadow of the stick, with a devastating force, destroyed everyone's attacks one by one, and in the blink of an eye it reached a place less than twenty meters above the head.

The powerful force oppressed many weaker people, their bodies trembled, and blood began to spurt out from their mouths.

"Get out of my way."

The blood-red ancestor roared angrily, and while controlling his ghost, he controlled his head to fly up, and sprayed blood-red talismans from his mouth.

Seeing this familiar attack, Ning Xiaolei couldn't help but be stunned.

He remembered that when he dealt with Master Qing Pot before, the opponent also used such an attack.

Could it be that the master of the Blood Fire Temple in front of him, shrouded in red robes, is the ancestor of the Blood Curse Sect?

It's just that although the blood-red ancestor's method is not bad, it doesn't seem to be of much use against the spirit-sealing talisman.

Not far away from him, the ghost roared furiously, with a look of impatience on its face, as if it was trying to escape.

Because of its height, it became the first being to face Stick Shadow directly, and the crisis it felt was even more obvious.

Although it has the strength of the eighth level, it still feels the danger of death from the stick shadow.

After attacking for more than ten claws in a row, but still unable to break the attack, at a certain moment, the ghost suddenly roared, turned around and ran away.

With its strength, the pressure it received was not limited, and it quickly flew out of the stick shadow's attack range.

The Blood-Red Ancestor did not expect that the ghost he raised would betray him at this time. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and turned pale in an instant.

On the one hand, he was naturally angry, but on the other hand, when the ghost escaped, it broke away from the blood-red ancestor's mental connection, causing him to suffer backlash.

"Damn, how can you be so strong?"

The blood-red ancestor's tone was full of unwillingness and he wanted to leave.

But in the end, he didn't dare to leave. He didn't have the courage to face the anger of the Bloodfire Temple headquarters.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the Blood-Red Ancestor suddenly tore off his own arm and performed the blood-dropping technique.

The method of blood drop can not only be used to escape, but also greatly increases the combat power.

As the whole body was enveloped in blood energy, the blood-red ancestor's aura improved a lot, and he was only one step away from reaching the middle stage of the eighth level.

Amidst the roar, a bloody figure rose up outside the blood-red ancestor, and his giant palm dragged the falling stick shadow.

"I can't hold on for long, so I'll blow it to pieces with all my strength."

The Blood-Red Ancestor shouted that it would be up to the rest of the people whether they could escape this disaster.

"Hoo, give me pieces!"

Deputy Palace Master Taylor shouted, punching like rain, and countless golden fist shadows rose into the sky, shaking the sky.

The others gritted their teeth and roared, attacking one by one regardless of their injuries.

Now it's time for life and death. If they can't stop it, all of them will die.

The palace master bought them time to take action, and they didn't want to miss it.

The sword light, sword energy, fist shadow magic weapon, and various attacks merged into a torrent, colliding with the stick shadow.

"I look down upon you."

Ning Xiaolei watched from above and murmured in a low voice.

With more than a hundred people working hard together, even Yuan Hong's magic weapon, the Soul-Sealing Talisman, was a little weak and the energy was consumed quickly.

But Ning Xiaolei obviously wouldn't look at it like that, and waved his hand to summon several other demon gods, asking them to attack together with the Water Qilin King.

At the same time, a spirit-sealing talisman appeared silently in Ning Xiaolei's hand again.

To deal with the enemy, it is necessary to defeat it in one go so that the opponent has no strength to fight back.