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The opponent had no way of resisting and was sent inside.    

Ao Xue'er watched speechlessly, realizing that she did not have any chance to make a move.    

Although her skills were not weak, the men in black had already run more than a hundred meters away, which was of no use at all.    

If they were close, if she was prepared, she was sure she could catch them.    

Even though the method that turned into black gas was very strange, Ao Xue'er was confident that it was only because she was a genius that once defeated Ji Hualoong.    

When his companion was caught, the man in black was furious, but he dared not stop and fled.    

From the black clothed man who was at the early Second Stage, came a furious roar: "It's you again! You will die a horrible death sooner or later!"    

"You dare to threaten me? You're f * cking looking to die. If you have the ability, don't run."    

Ning Xiaolei yelled. He didn't even put the men in black in his eyes.    

The black clothed person did not stop and quickly turned into black qi and disappeared into the horizon.    

White Skeleton stopped its pursuit after chasing for a distance. It turned back into streams of black smoke and entered the Bone Devil Box.    

A hundred meters was the limit of Ning Xiaolei's Demonic Consciousness, otherwise, the White Bone Skeleton would catch up to them even further.    

However, the gigantic skeleton had injured two of them, so it could use this opportunity to pursue them.    

In this kind of situation, there were naturally many dog Demonic Beast, so Ning Xiaolei directly pulled one out from the Demon Refining Pot Space.    

"Smell this smell. Chase after him. He is injured."    

Ning Xiaolei said to Hound Demon as he pulled out the narrow sword he used to catch the man in black from the Yin-yang Bottle.    

Hound Demon nodded, took a sniff, locked her gaze on a certain spot and was about to give chase.    

"Ride on my cloud. With your speed, how long will it take for you to catch up?"    

Speechless rolled his eyes, Ning Xiaolei summoned a black cloud and rolled Hound Demon up.    

Seeing this, Ao Xue'er took the initiative to rush over.    

The two of them, one human, one dog, quickly chased after the direction Hound Demon had pointed to.    

Just as they left, the Yuwen brothers chased after them with people from Yanhuang Sect.    

"With Brother Lei and Ao Xue'er, we have become the helpers."    

Yuwen Cheng twitched his lips, looked at the corpses on the ground, then kept them back into the Storage Ring, intending to bring them back to Yanhuang Sect.    

At that time, the sects or clan members of the deceased would naturally go to the Yanhuang Sect to claim them.    

"Dammit, why are they chasing us?"    

The remaining three men in black, who were running ahead, felt the energy approaching them from behind and their faces turned ugly.    

At this moment, they had already taken human forms. Two of them had pale faces. They were the ones that had been injured by the white skeleton.    

However, there didn't seem to be any injuries on them, and no one knew where they were.    

"Not good. They're very fast. Let's go."    

With that said, the face of the black clothed man at the early Second Stage changed again. He let out a scream, transforming into black qi as he fled.    

The other two gritted their teeth as they transformed into black qi to keep up.    

"Eh, he's widened the distance again. It seems like he's using the method of transforming into black qi."    

One kilometer behind him, Ning Xiaolei muttered softly while riding on a black cloud.    

With Hound Demon's help, there was nowhere for them to run.    

Dogs had sharp noses, and what's more, the person Ning Xiaolei was carrying was Hound Demon, who had trained before.    

The one he brought out was the strongest one in the Demon Refining Pot Space, so as long as there was a trace of an aura, he would be able to trace it to the end.    

Both sides ran after each other and unknowingly covered more than half of the Dragon Capital.    

The eyes of the three black-clothed men at the front were filled with rage, and their auras were much weaker.    

This was especially true for the two injured individuals. If it weren't for the assistance of the 2-dan primary stage cultivator, they would have almost fallen from the sky several times.    

"That won't do. Since it's like this, why not fight them to the death?"    

A black-clothed man who had previously been injured gritted his teeth, not intending to continue running.    

Ever since they came to the Dragon Capital on a mission, they had never been in such a sorry state.