Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Master Qing Pot, who was sitting on the ghost and running forward, suddenly felt a fatal crisis.

The horrified man couldn't think too much and instinctively used his life-saving means.

"The substitute's blood drops!"

Master Qing Pot tore off one of his arms and quickly recited a spell.

As soon as he finished casting the spell, a mysterious light came over and dragged his severed arm backwards.

Feeling that the crisis was over, Master Qing Pot breathed a sigh of relief and let out a shrill roar: "Boy, I remember you. I will use the head-lowering technique on you every day and wait for death to come!"

The sound gradually faded away, and Master Qing Pot and the sitting ghost disappeared into the distance.

At this time, Qin Yu finally broke free from the invisible shackles, and his expression became very ugly.

She didn't expect that her strength at the early stage of the fourth level would actually be affected by the moves of Qing Pot Master, who was in the late stage of the first level.

Angry, she vented her anger on the slower runners.

At this moment, except for Lotbai who had run away long ago, the rest of the people who ran the fastest arrived near them.

"Don't let anyone go!"

Ning Xiaolei shouted, asking the Sky-Devouring Demon Lion and Qin Yu to attack.

His face didn't look very good, and the Yin-Yang bottle failed for the first time.

This Qing Pot Master turned out to be a legendary head-lowering mage, and his methods were very strange.

"If you dare to try anything against me, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed slightly and he murmured fiercely.

When leaving, Master Qing Pot dared to threaten him.

Having seen the methods of Master Qing Pot before, Ning Xiaolei discovered that the legendary head-lowering technique indeed had some tricks.

But he wasn't very afraid. After all, the head-lowering technique was a type of witchcraft.

There are many great demons in the demon clan who have survived from ancient times. They have been in contact with the witch clan, so they must know how to defend themselves against them.

After making up his mind, Ning Xiaolei prepared to help Qin Yu and Shi Yi deal with the others.

Master Qing Pot and Lott Bai ran away, and they deserved to be the unlucky ones.

However, before Ning Xiaolei had time to use his methods, an angry roar sounded from the air.

Immediately, the entire sky turned completely dark, and the wind roared fiercely.

But it was the Fat Bird King that had already flown above their heads.

With a wave of his wings, dense wind blades fell from the sky, covering all three of them including Ning Xiaolei, Qin Yu and Shi Yi.

"This stupid bird!"

Ning Xiaolei cursed angrily and hurriedly used defensive methods.

The aura of the Fat Bird King is probably at the early stage of the fourth level, and each of the wind blades under the angry attack has a full blow at the early stage of the second level.

Although he is now in the middle stage of the second level, he does not dare to underestimate him.

Not far away, two screams soon sounded out one after another.

The first-level cultivator of Yidaomen and a second-level Western foreigner were cut into pieces by the dense wind blades.

Facing countless wind blades, they couldn't hold on without Ning Xiaolei's superior combat power.

Qin Yu has the fourth level of cultivation, so there is no need to worry.

As for Shi Yi, as a sky-devouring demon lion, he has extremely high bloodline and strong combat power.

At this moment, Ning Xiaolei discovered that this guy actually opened his big mouth and swallowed all the wind blades that struck him into his mouth.

After one blow, the demon spirit of the Fat Relic Bird King attacked again.

Two huge illusory claw shadows descended from the sky like mountains, trying to wipe out everyone.

Seeing that something was wrong, Ning Xiaolei and Shi Yi hurriedly flew out of range to avoid the attack.

As for Qin Yu's strength, he can definitely resist.

However, the other three people had a hard time. A second-level early stage cultivator of the One-Sword Clan was beaten to death without any resistance.

In addition, the Yidaomen man and the last remaining Western foreigner were both in the late second level and escaped by chance.

Of course, they didn't feel comfortable either. They were thrown away by the powerful air wave, and their chests heaved. They obviously suffered a lot of damage in order to resist this air wave.