Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The scene of Ning Xiaolei using the Eight-layer Demon-Sealing Gate in the Gambling Space could not escape the eyes of the Demon Lord of Heavenly Sword and Sun Houhou.

Not only the two of them, Nuwa, the powerful person who created the gambling space, also saw that scene.

"This move is pretty good. Where did this kid find it? It's obviously not my demon clan's magic skill?"

Nuwa was surprised, her eyes full of curiosity.

With her ability and being the leader of the group, there is nothing related to the monster group that she doesn't know.

She knew clearly that the methods Ning Xiaolei was using at this moment had nothing to do with the monsters in the group.

Being able to find such a method on his own shows that Ning Xiaolei is very lucky.

If you want to become a strong person, luck is essential.

If your luck is not good, no matter how talented you are, you will die sooner or later.

Just like a cultivator, if his luck is not good, he will not encounter various opportunities and obtain cultivation resources.

A clever woman can't make a living without rice. Without the resources to practice, no matter how talented she is, she can't do it.

"I really hope you can truly grow up when that day comes!"

After looking at it for a while, Nuwa revealed a faint charming smile and fell into memories.

I don’t know how long it took, but I practiced all the techniques I had mastered one by one. When I found that I hadn’t left the gambling space yet, Ning Xiaolei panicked completely.

If you don't want to play with people like this, do you want to be trapped here forever?

Although it is very good to practice magic and martial arts here, he wants to go out to practice and settle accounts with the four major forces!

But here's the problem, he doesn't have a mobile phone in his hand, how can he get help?

"Hey, is there anyone? Sister Nuwa, can you hear me? Let me out quickly, I'm trapped."

In desperation, Ning Xiaolei could only use the most primitive method and yell.

Nuwa, who was lost in memories, seemed to hear Ning Xiaolei's voice. She smiled and moved Ning Xiaolei out with a thought.

Outside, as soon as Ning Xiaolei's consciousness returned to his original form, he jumped up from the ground.

"Oh my god, I almost thought I wouldn't be able to come back."

He wiped the cold sweat from his head with a dark face, his heart full of resentment towards the initiator.

I originally wanted to have a good argument with the Heavenly Sword Demon Lord, but after some thought I had no choice but to give up.

Boss, I can’t afford to offend you!

No matter what, with this guidance from the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Sword, his mastery of the art of the Heavenly Sword has gone one step further.

He is now confident that within the same level, he can definitely sweep a large area with this technique.

He felt very happy when he thought that he could make his enemies piss off their enemies just by looking at him without using his hands.

If you put your hands behind your back and put on a cool look on your face, you will definitely be in a classy way and will captivate thousands of girls.

The more I thought about it, the happier I became, and my resentment towards the Demon Lord of Heavenly Sword also became much less.

To be able to create this technique, this guy must not have been a serious person when he was young.

The poor Heavenly Sword Demon Lord was shot innocently, otherwise he would definitely be accused of injustice if he found out.

After calming down, Ning Xiaolei took his cell phone and added Po Tian Yaozun as a friend.

Compared to the art of the Heavenly Sword, the Heaven-Breaking Divine Fist was what he paid most attention to.

As a man, how could he not be passionate, and he liked the feeling of fighting with fists and fists even more.

It didn't take long for the friend request to be approved.

However, Demon Lord Potian did not take the initiative to talk to Ning Xiaolei like Demon Lord Tianjian.

“I wonder what this big guy’s personality is like!”

Ning Xiaolei muttered and took the initiative to send a message to Demon Lord Potian.

To avoid being offended, he made his request straightforward.

Afterwards, Ning Xiaolei fell into a state of nervousness, anxiously waiting for the reply from Demon Lord Potian.