Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Ning Xiaolei looked at the little person curiously and said in surprise.    

Before he started cultivating, when he was reading novels, he had heard of this technique.    

Isn't this just like an AI robot, where you can move freely?    

There were many things that were not suitable for the cultivator to do, or dangerous places, he could control the puppets to do.    

"Just a small thing, it's hard to make a name for yourself!"    

Murong Zhengzhen smiled and shook his head, appearing to be very modest.    

After seeing the demons that filled the sky behind Ning Xiaolei, he didn't have the face to show off in front of Ning Xiaolei.    

No matter how powerful his methods were, how could they compare to Ning Xiaolei?    

With the identities of those demons, the mere pluck of a single strand of hair was an existence as precious as a treasure.    

For example, the Yin-yang Bottle in Ning Xiaolei's hands, Murong Zhengzhen had never seen such a treasure in his many years of cultivation.    

Only demons, demons, immortals and gods who went beyond common sense were able to create such an inconceivable magic treasure.    

The little puppet moved forward and quickly searched the body of the man in black. It then placed everything on the ground.    

Everyone frowned as they looked over. Other than a Storage Ring, there was nothing else. They assumed that it was placed in the middle of the Storage Ring.    

The mask on the face of the man in black was also removed. He had a long face that could not be found even if he was thrown into the crowd.    

The Storage Ring was sucked in through the air. Murong really broke it and poured everything down onto the ground.    

There weren't many things. Hundreds of pieces of Primeval Stone, a narrow sword, a set of black clothes, and also some bottles and jars. It was unknown what were stored inside.    

"Nothing to prove your identity with? You sure are cautious! "    

Ning Xiaolei frowned, his gaze was fixated on the narrow sword. He did not understand much about Cultivation World, and did not know which sect would use such a treasure.    

Dugu Feng and Murong Zhengzhen knew what he meant, so they shook their heads to show that they didn't know.    

When the black clothed man first appeared, they had already investigated the people that used this narrow sword. Unfortunately, they didn't have any leads.    

"The more it is like this, the more I feel like this is a conspiracy."    

Dugu Feng's eyes flashed and his expression turned serious.    

In this period of time, many people had already died at Dragon Capital, causing many sects to be suspicious and be on guard against each other.    

If this continued, there would be no one left to concentrate on their training. They would only be on tenterhooks every day.    

"Why does it feel like this narrow sword is the same type of thing as Japan's Tachi?"    

Ning Xiaolei thought for a long time and mumbled in confusion.    

Murong Zhengzhen and Dugu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had caught something.    

The scope of their consideration had always been within China's borders, so they never thought about the powers outside.    

After all, the cultivator s of the Japan had not set foot on this piece of land since the great battle a few decades ago, which made them subconsciously ignore it.    

From the looks of it, this situation seemed to have something to do with that country.    

Otherwise, such a force wouldn't have appeared out of nowhere, their Yanhuang Sect still being unknown.    

Moreover, these black clothed men did not have any target, directly attacking and killing cultivator as if they treated all of the cultivator s as enemies.    

If these people were cultivator s, then it would make sense.    

"These damn people, didn't they teach them a lesson back then? They're making trouble in China again!"    

Dugu Feng let out an angry humph. Killing intent rose in his eyes.    

He had already determined that even if these black-clothed people didn't come from the Japan, they were still related to it.    

"After so many years, they might have forgotten the pain and are ready to make a move again!"    

Murong Zhengzhen's eyes narrowed as a chilling aura exuded from his body.    

Ning Xiaolei was puzzled. He and Ao Xue'er looked at the two in surprise. "What are you guys talking about?"