Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Ning Xiaolei didn't care about dealing with Yijianmen anymore because of his physical condition, and took Ao Xueer into the Demon Refining Pot.

As soon as he entered, Ling'er ducked in front of him.

"Ling'er, I may be under witchcraft. Do you have any solution?"

Ning Xiaolei was overjoyed to see Ling'er and asked hurriedly.

As the spirit of the demon refining pot, Ling'er is comparable to an antique, and is not inferior to those big demons in the group.

Ling'er didn't reply immediately. She frowned and scanned Ning Xiaolei's body inch by inch.

After a moment, Ling'er looked back and said, "It's not a very powerful witchcraft, but I don't have any good way to break it."

"Well, what should we do?" Ning Xiaolei was slightly stunned, his face a little ugly.

After solving the problem of being defeated this time, he must first behead Master Qing Pot.

With such a guy secretly causing mischief, how could he deal with Yijianmen with peace of mind.

This is when he is not fighting. If his body suddenly suffers from a condition while fighting, wouldn't it be terrible?

"Although I don't know how to solve it, I heard that as long as you kill the person who cast the spell, you will naturally get better."

Ling'er pondered for a moment, thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Ning Xiaolei suddenly showed joy. Who said there is no way? Isn't this the way?

But the problem is, how to find the Qing Pot Master who performs the technique.

For others, this may be a bit difficult, but for Ning Xiaolei, it is not a problem at all.

There are two monsters, Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Er, but I still worry about the person I can't find, unless the other person is not in this world.

The process of contacting the two demons went smoothly. Ning Xiaolei used some random things and obtained many disposable magic weapons from the two demons.

After leaving the Demon Refining Pot and far away from Yijian Gate, Ning Xiaolei used the magic weapon of clairvoyance.

Because he didn't know where Master Qing Pot was, he naturally looked at it randomly.

And the first direction he looked was right over at Yijian Gate.

Vaguely, Ning Xiaolei seemed to see the heads of the four major families who had arrived at Yijianmen. They were currently discussing something in a main hall of Yijianmen.

Anyway, this time there were a few more clairvoyance magic weapons, and Ning Xiaolei also wanted to find out about Yijian Sect, so he was in no hurry to find Master Qing Pot.

The camera zoomed in, and Ning Xiaolei clearly saw the expressions of everyone in the hall.

The people in the palace are clearly divided into five major factions, which can be easily distinguished by the clothes they wear.

At this time, the faces of the four ancient sects were all ugly, and they seemed to be asking the person from the Yijian Sect sitting in the main seat something.

Ning Xiaolei did not hesitate and hurriedly used the Shunfeng Ear magic weapon to capture the content of several people's conversations.

After a burst of noise, the voice from the main hall of Yijianmen finally reached his ears.

"We suspect that your Yijian Sect is practicing the art of demons. You must give us an explanation today."

A man in a blue robe with a sword drawn on his back spoke, his cold eyes fixed on the master of the Yijian Sect in front of him.

This person is the current patriarch of the Beichen family, Beichen Yida.

"A junior from my Musashi family has seen someone perform it under the One Sword Sect in the secret realm. The evidence for this is conclusive."

Immediately after, another person spoke. He was the patriarch of the Musashi family, Musashi Nosuke.

Although the other two heads of families did not speak, it was obvious from their aggressive eyes that they were on the side of Beichen and Musashi.

Faced with the persecution of the heads of the four families, the head of the Yijian Clan remained calm and sneered: "Not to mention the matters of my Yijian Clan, at this time, you should not go to investigate what happened to the Yidao Clan. What happened?"

"Hmph, what does it have to do with us if Yidaomen and you Yijianmen wear the same pants? Who knows if you two are just putting on a show for us, trying to confuse us!"

Beichen Yidao snorted coldly and remained unmoved.