Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Ning Xiaolei waved the Yin-yang Bottle in his hand and revealed a happy expression.    

The feeling of being stared at with astonishment was simply amazing.    

What ordinary people could not do did not mean that everyone could not do it.    

"It's that bottle that directly took Ji Hualoong."    

The day Thousand Demons Sect was established, they saw with their own eyes that Ning Xiaolei used the Yin-yang Bottle s in his hands to keep Ji Hualoong inside.    

At that time, Ji Hualoong was a Ji Emperor Lance with a Celestial Level.    

If it was this treasure, it would be alright.    

Although the way the men in black fled was strange, it wasn't fast enough to disappear.    

"Haha, Brother Lei is still the best. These black-clothed people dared to come and deal with you. They are asking for trouble."    

After understanding everything, Yuwen Cheng and Yuwen Du happily surrounded them. Recently, these people had made them extremely worried.    

Yuwen Cheng didn't forget to remind Ning Xiaolei, "Brother Lei, don't let him die yet. Let's talk after the interrogation."    

"Hmm, Xue Er has already reminded me." Ning Xiaolei laughed.    

"Haha, we understand, we understand!" The two Yuwen brothers revealed a mischievous smile.    

Ning Xiaolei was speechless, he could not be bothered with the two of them and said: "I will bring this black clothed man to Yanhuang Sect, you guys go and track the rest of the black clothed men first, so that they won't harm anyone else."    

"Very well, go and find Senior Dugu. He will help you." Yuwen Cheng said decisively.    

Ning Xiaolei nodded, then bid farewell to the Yuwen brothers, and rushed to Yanhuang Sect with Ao Xue'er.    

After hearing that Ning Xiaolei had captured a man in black, Dugu Feng was overjoyed and hurriedly brought Ning Xiaolei to find Murong Zhengzhen.    

Ning Xiaolei got everyone to place restrictions on the surroundings, then he opened the bottle stopper of the Yin-yang Bottle and poured out the man in black from inside.    

The black gas fell to the ground and transformed into a human figure. His eyes showed that he was slightly astonished, as he had yet to figure out what had happened.    

However, the man in black soon realized that something was not right and ran outside.    

"Hmph, you're already in my Yanhuang Sect, and you still want to run?"    

Murong Zhengzhen snorted and raised his hand to hit him.    

But before he even got the chance to slap, the black-clothed person became a strand of black gas and collided with the doors and windows behind him.    

With a flash of light, a layer of blue light shot out, causing the man in black to change back to his original form, falling to the ground.    

"Do you think we will be stupid enough to be caught off guard? If you escape today, just honestly tell us where you came from!"    

Murong Zhengzhen walked over step by step and stared closely at the man in black, intending to capture him.    

"You won't get anything."    

At this moment, the man in black suddenly raised his head and revealed a strange smile to the crowd.    

Ning Xiaolei was surprised when he saw this. His facial expression changed immediately, "Not good!"    

Before he could finish his words, he saw the man in black's body slanted to the side, black blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth. He had already died.    

Seeing this scene, Murong Zhengzhen's and Dugu Feng's faces also turned ugly.    

They didn't expect that after discovering that he couldn't escape, they would actually rather commit suicide than reveal his background.    

Ning Xiaolei frowned, then decided to see if he could find anything useful on the man in black.    

"Don't touch him, there might be poison!"    

Ao Xue'er's cold voice suddenly sounded, making Ning Xiaolei's body involuntarily tremble.    

Murong Zhengzhen and Dugu Feng were similar and almost ignored this point.    

Even if they became cultivator, they would not be immune to poisons. There were many poisons in the world that could prevent cultivator from dying.    

Since he couldn't search his body directly, he could only rely on external forces.    

With a wave of Murong Zhengzhen's hand, a ten-foot-tall figurine appeared. A ray of light flashed across Murong Zhengzhen's eyes as he suddenly sat up as if a switch had been turned on.