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"kill!"

Ning Xiaolei ordered coldly, and smashed down the Dragon God Gate in the eight-level Demon Sealing Gate that he had prepared for a long time.

Although it may not kill people, it can definitely cause some trouble for the other party.

The Water Qilin King and other major demon gods followed closely and took action, each picking their opponents.

Just when they met each other, the two sixth-level warriors, whose mana was almost exhausted and were like useless people, were killed in an instant.

Although the remaining three seventh-level and Blood-Red Ancestors and Tyro were in better condition, they were also at a disadvantage.

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

The Blood-Red Ancestor roared and blasted out a blood palm to block the attack of the Water Qilin King.

He had been backlashed by the ghost he raised just now, and his current condition was not much better than those of those seventh-level people.

On the other hand, Taylor still has a lot of strength left and is a little difficult to deal with.

"I asked you to reply properly just now, but now I want to beg for mercy. It's too late."

Ning Xiaolei sneered and said, "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

He wanted to know about the Blood and Fire Temple. He could catch these people and then torture them to extract confessions.

"You will not end well if you offend my Blood and Fire Temple."

The blood-red ancestor roared in anger and threatened loudly.

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips in disdain: "Then I would like to see what will happen, but you won't be able to see it."

"Ignorant child, you have no idea how terrifying the Blood and Fire Temple is. You will be thousands of times more miserable than me."

The Blood-Red Ancestor gritted his teeth and thought rapidly in his mind whether to escape at this moment.

However, if he escapes, the remaining three seventh-level subordinates will most likely be destroyed.

As if he understood what the Blood Red Ancestor was thinking, Ning Xiaolei sneered: "Want to escape? I won't give you a chance."

The blood-red ancestor remained silent, too lazy to talk to Ning Xiaolei.

But when the other people heard this, their eyes flickered.

The next moment, a seventh-level man who was fighting against the Fire Beast King suddenly took advantage of the force of the counterattack and swept away into the distance.

"Qiaomu, you..."

The Blood-Red Ancestor roared, and some of his men escaped from the battle.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the furious Fire Beast King directly used his ultimate move, and a series of magma and fire pillars appeared out of thin air, directly stringing together those who escaped.

Amid the screams, the man turned into a pile of flames and fell from the sky.

Almost at the same time, the other two people also chose to escape. If they stayed behind, they would only die. There might be hope for escape.

"court death!"

The Fat Bird King screamed, and his figure flashed out like lightning. A quick lightning wind blade directly cut a person in half.

On the other side, Qin Yu pursued him, and the cold flames of the underworld sealed the air, preventing his opponent from escaping.

Ning Xiaolei chased after him, and the Dragon God Sect suppressed him again.

At the same time, the Haoyang Mirror and the Black Demonic Dragon Sword flew out, blasting towards the seventh-level cultivator.

"Go away, you two mere ants."

With an angry roar, the seventh-level man struggled hard and fought back desperately.

But under the suppression of Dragon God Sect, his attack was directly suppressed and disappeared.

Although he is at the seventh level, he has very little magic power and cannot make much waves. It is only a matter of time before he is killed.

The Fat Bird King and Fire Beast King who had their hands free did not come to help Ning Xiaolei and Qin Yu, but instead surrounded and killed the two eighth levels.

"You will die."

Ning Xiaolei growled and pulled Xiao Tuanzi and King Ran Yi out of the demon refining pot space.

Both of them are now at the fourth level of cultivation and can help.

Aoxue'er followed and flew over, blasting out cold ice crystals from her hands, exploding around the seventh-level man, affecting his speed.

The five people joined forces, and their power was considerable. The cultivator of the Blood and Fire Temple in the seventh level was unable to break through, and a look of despair gradually appeared in his eyes.