Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

2"What kind of demonic art is this?" Ning Xiaolei was so shocked that his scalp went numb and his expression turned ugly.    

    

He felt an extremely dangerous aura from Du Mann.    

    

Although Du Mann only had one arm left, he didn't dare to be careless. Instead, he felt that it was more difficult to deal with him.    

    

"Tsk tsk, you've forced me to such a state. You're even willing to risk your life to kill me?!"    

    

Du Mann roared in anger, his eyes full of hatred.    

    

After saying that, he roared and forcefully struggled free from the Coil Cord. A dense amount of blood colored light balls appeared in front of him, smashing towards Ning Xiaolei and Qin Yu.    

    

"Not good, Xiao Yu, quickly dodge."    

    

Sensing the difficult aura on the blood light ball, Ning Xiaolei activated Roc Footwork and Gale Technique at the same time and his figure quickly retreated.    

    

Qin Yu was also dissatisfied, so she cast the same spell as Ning Xiaolei and dodged to the side.    

    

"You must die."    

    

Du Mann roared. His feet stomped on the ground and turned into a ray of bloody light as he pounced towards Ning Xiaolei.    

    

Compared to Qin Yu, he hated Ning Xiaolei even more. It was this damned brat that kept chasing him, forcing him to such a state.    

    

"You want to hurt me? In your dreams."    

    

A cold light flashed in Ning Xiaolei's eyes. He retreated to a large rock, and a Talisman appeared in his hand, slapping on it.    

    

"Moo!"    

    

With an earth-shattering roar, a huge white bull appeared out of nowhere and started running towards Du Mann.    

    

The Talisman that Ning Xiaolei had shot out was none other than the Mad Bull Talisman.    

    

"It's you, you despicable brat. It was indeed you who destroyed my Du Family."    

    

Seeing this, Du Mann roared in anger. At this moment, he understood everything.    

    

But now, there was no time for him to think any further. Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the White Bull, his face grew incomparably grim.    

    

He quickly formed a spell sign with his hand, and a thick wall of blood-red light quickly appeared, blocking the way between him and the great White Bull.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Amidst the loud sound, the great white bull smashed into the wall of blood.    

    

Under Du Mann's incredulous gaze, the wall of blood that he thought he could defend against for a while was smashed to pieces by the White Bull before he could stop it for even a moment.    

    

Du Mann, who was behind the wall of blood, spat out a mouthful of blood and flew away.    

    

At this time, the time when the Mad Bull Talisman had turned into a mad cow slowly dissipated and turned into a big rock.    

    

Seeing this, Ning Xiaolei heaved a sigh of relief. This time, at least half of his life was left!    

    

Just as he was prepared to go over and take a look, the sound of wind breaking sounded from afar. Then, under Ning Xiaolei's gaze, three figures arrived at this place one after another.    

    

The three of them wore the same clothes, and a cloud was embroidered on their chest. They looked to be around twenty years old.    

    

"Demonic Cultivator?" The three of them didn't look at Ning Xiaolei. Instead, their eyes fell on Du Mann, who was lying on the ground, with his life on the line.    

    

Ning Xiaolei frowned as he circulated his Fiery Eyes of Truth to observe the cultivation levels of the three people.    

    

He was shocked by what he saw. The three of them looked to be around his age, but their cultivation levels were extremely high.    

    

Two of them were late stage cultivator, while the one leading them, the white-faced man, was a King Realm cultivator.    

    

The Yuan Qi in his body was twice as thick as Ning Xiaolei's.    

    

Such a young King's Realm master had surprised Ning Xiaolei quite a bit. There was indeed someone stronger than him, a heaven above the heavens!    

    

Seemingly sensing Ning Xiaolei's gaze, the King's Realm man turned his gaze towards Ning Xiaolei.    

    

His gaze was just like a sharp thunder sword, giving off an incomparably sharp feeling.    

    

"Was he hurt by you?" The man looked at Ning Xiaolei and asked.    

    

Ning Xiaolei hesitated for a moment. He didn't know what the man meant, but he still nodded, "That's right!"    

    

"Nonsense, Demonic Cultivator's methods are strange and unpredictable. You think you can injure him with your cultivation?"    

    

"Where did this little swindler come from? You dare to lie in front of my Thundercloud Sect people, who gave you the courage to do so?"    

    

Without waiting for the man to reply, the two people behind him started to clamor.