Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

While everyone was attracted by the news of the battle at Yidaomen, Ning Xiaolei, who was involved, had already sneaked near Yijianmen with Ao Xueer.

Compared with Yidaomen, Yijianmen is their real goal.

The person who sneaked into Longdu and killed many cultivators in Longdu that day was also a member of the Yijian Sect.

Moreover, Yijianmen is also related to the demon clan, so it must be investigated clearly.

Thousands of meters away, Ning Xiaolei and Aoxue'er looked at the mountain peak where Yijian Gate was located in the distance, thinking about what to do.

Although they can become invisible, they dare not underestimate Yijianmen.

Even Yidaomen has the means to detect them, but Yijianmen may not be unable to do so.

If they come to start a war directly, they naturally don't need to think so much, but now they want to get some information first.

Just as the two were discussing how to act, dozens of figures with powerful auras suddenly flew past the sky.

Judging from their target, it seems to be the Yijian Gate in front of them.

"A person from Yijianmen?"

Ning Xiaolei frowned and asked curiously.

Those figures just now were very powerful, but with his strength, he didn't even see them clearly.

Just when he was thinking about this, a breath rushed up from the direction of Yijianmen in the distance.

A burst of laughter followed: "Fuuma, Ye Yin, Musashi, Beichen, the heads of the four major families of yours came to my Yijian Sect together. Why?"

"You Yijianmen should know why we are here!" Someone responded coldly, with a bad tone.

Hearing the conversation between the two sides, Ning Xiaolei was shocked. He now understood that the people who flew over just now were not people from Yijian Clan, but people from the four ancient families that were as famous as Yijian Clan.

But why did they suddenly come to Yijianmen? Is it because he destroyed Yijianmen?

When Ning Xiaolei was thinking about this, he suddenly felt top-heavy and almost fell down.

Shaking his head vigorously, Ning Xiaolei was filled with doubts: "What's wrong with me?"

Aoxue'er was equally puzzled and worried: "Xiao Lei, what happened to you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Xiaolei scratched his head and said, "It should be fine. I'm a third-level cultivator in the fairyland, so I won't get sick or anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xiaolei suddenly sneezed hard, feeling inexplicably cold all over his body.

However, the next moment, he felt as if his body was lit by fire and it instantly became hot.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

If it was just an accident just now, Ning Xiaolei understood now that something really happened to him.

But no matter how he checked, he could never find out what was wrong.

At the same time, on an island in South Asia, a figure covered in gray robes sat cross-legged on a round futon.

Around him were eight white candles and four incense burners, each of which was lit with a piece of sandalwood as thick as a little finger.

In front is an offering table with a copper stove placed on it and a puppet-like little man inside.

Suddenly, the gray-robed figure roared, and threw the scorpions, centipedes and other objects in a bowl beside him into the copper furnace. At the same time, a few silver needles stained with his blood were also pierced into the doll in the copper furnace.

"Jie Jie, if you dare to offend me, Qing Pot, I will slowly die in your pain."

The figure in gray robe murmured, raising his head to reveal a pale face. Ning Xiaolei would definitely recognize this guy as the master who had offended him in the secret realm at that time.

Thousands of meters away from Yijian Gate, Ning Xiaolei couldn't help but let out a scream, feeling as if something was stabbing him.

At the same time, he still felt like something was biting his body, but no matter how he checked, he never found anything abnormal.

"Damn, what the hell is going on."

Ning Xiaolei gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. He suddenly felt that he might have been plotted against.

It seems that the only ones that can unknowingly plot against people are poison magic and legendary witchcraft. The art of lowering one's head is also a type of witchcraft.

"Qing Hu, I will kill you!"

The moment he thought about it, Ning Xiaolei instantly understood who had done this and gritted his teeth and said angrily.