Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Five or six minutes later, while the seventh-level man was frozen by Aoxueer's cold air, Ning Xiaolei and Qin Yu's attacks fell on him at the same time.

Amid the screams, the seventh-level man's body split open, large pieces of blood spilled out, and his aura instantly deteriorated.

The black devil's dragon knife took the opportunity to flash over and chop off his head.

King Ran Yi's bubble also landed on the headless body at this time, directly compressing it into a pool of blood and mud.

"Phew, the seventh level is really hard to kill."

Ning Xiaolei took a long breath and sighed.

The five of them besieged them, and even though the other party was at the end of its strength, it still took a lot of time.

"It's a full four levels behind!"

Aoxue'er was speechless and rolled her eyes at Ning Xiaolei. This was so unsatisfactory!

With a late cultivation level of the third level, participating in the siege and killing of the seventh level is already quite remarkable.

"That's right, there's such a big difference, hehe."

Ning Xiaolei smiled, rubbed his head in embarrassment, and ignored this incident.

Turning his head and looking into the distance, the four demon gods surrounded and killed the Blood-Red Ancestor and Taro. It was also a critical period.

It's not at all the best, and it's injured, but the eighth level is the eighth level, and it's not that easy to win.

At this moment, several demon gods were killed one by one and were covered in blood, and they themselves were seriously injured.

However, the Blood-Red Ancestor and Tyro were even worse. The Blood-Red Ancestor had already lost an arm before, and now even one of his legs was missing.

I don’t know if he cast a spell and was destroyed, or if he was killed by the Water Qilin King and other demon gods.

Taylor is better, but only relatively.

On his head, there was a huge scratch that was so terrifying that it almost cut off his entire head.

His body was covered in countless bloodstains, and he was covered in blood.

"Kill, roar!"

The demon gods roared angrily, killing each other like crazy. By now, they had been aroused with anger in their hearts.

The enemies we had dealt with before were relatively weak, and we had not killed them to this extent.

Ning Xiaolei watched for a while, but did not ask anyone to come over to help. He felt that the four demon gods were also fighting for their breath at the moment, so it would not be good to help.

However, the Blood Red Ancestor and Tyro were worried.

After the battle, only the two of them were left, and they were seriously injured.

If someone comes to besiege them again, they will most likely die here.

Although in their heyday, the opponent was not a concern at all, but now, they are seriously injured, and if someone else participates, they may overturn.

The Blood-Red Ancestor and Tyro looked at each other and saw the retreat in each other's eyes. If they didn't leave at this time, they might not leave.

At this moment, Ning Xiaolei suddenly took action, and a huge golden cymbal fell from the sky, trapping the four demon gods and the two of them inside.

"I said, you can't leave if I don't let you go. Leave them alive."

Ning Xiaolei spoke, curling the corner of his mouth slightly. This golden cymbal was the magic weapon of Huangmei Ancestor to seal the spirit. It was impossible to break it with the half-broken Blood Red Ancestor and Taylor.

"Damn it, you damn boy."

The Blood-Red Ancestor and Taylor shouted and kept bombarding the golden cymbals.

However, their attacks only weakened the golden cymbals and could not be broken open in a short period of time.

Seeing this scene, the Water Qilin King and the other four demon gods were overjoyed and launched an even more violent attack, causing the two of them to vomit blood.

"If you try hard, I will never die here."

The blood-red ancestor shouted with a ferocious face. He stopped attacking the golden cymbal and turned back to fight.

Tyro's eyes showed despair, and he had no choice but to continue fighting the four demon gods.

But the more he fought, the less confident he became. He discovered that his opponent was not a simple monster at all. He had terrifyingly strong fighting consciousness and experience.