Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The more Ning Xiaolei thought about it, the more shocked he became. There's actually someone fighting with him over the collection of demon spirits and his underlings. Who exactly is the other party?    

    

Monster? Immortal? Or perhaps it was Demon Clan or those great buddhas?    

    

Ning Xiaolei felt that he had to tell Nuwa about this as soon as possible.    

    

Perhaps there was some major conspiracy.    

    

Ning Xiaolei's arrogant attitude directly angered everyone at Bloodfire Hall. As for what kind of reply he had said, it was completely ignored.    

    

"Good, very good. Arrogant brat, today, I'll show you exactly how powerful an eighth level expert is!"    

    

The bad-tempered Tero was the first to take action as a giant golden fist smashed towards Ning Xiaolei.    

    

Sensing the powerful aura on the fist, Ning Xiaolei's expression could not help but slightly change. He casually took out a Soul Sealing Talisman and threw it out.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, and a shadow of a rod appeared in the air as it smashed down fiercely from the sky.    

    

"Monkey Bro's Soul Sealing Talisman?"    

    

Ning Xiaolei was stunned and his eyes widened slightly.    

    

However, he quickly noticed that something wasn't right.    

    

He had used Suun Wukong's Jingu Bang Soul Sealing Talisman before, and its aura and attacking methods were different from this one.    

    

As the shadow of the pole fell down, Ning Xiaolei also found out that the shadow of the pole wasn't Jingu Bang, but a pitch black Damascus Steel Rod.    

    

"I understand. This is the Soul Sealing Talisman of Yuan Hong's Magic Treasure."    

    

Instantly, Ning Xiaolei thought of the origins of this Soul Sealing Talisman.    

    

He had an impression of all of those treasures that he had obtained, and one of them was Yuan Hong's Soul Sealing Talisman.    

    

He didn't expect that when he randomly grabbed one just now, he would take out this exact one.    

    

Yuan Hong's original identity was that of the Arm-opening Ape Clan out of the four divine monkeys. His abilities were not inferior to Suun Wukong's, so his Soul Sealing Talisman was naturally not inferior.    

    

Although it was only one in a thousand, the aura it gave off right now was already limitless in the ninth layer.    

    

Tero's golden fist only made contact with the shadow of the rod before it exploded, unable to stop it in the slightest.    

    

"How is this possible?"    

    

Below, Tero, Ancestor Xuehong, and the rest's faces all changed and panic appeared in their eyes.    

    

From that staff, they could sense danger.    

    

They never would have thought that Ning Xiaolei, this Third Layer Late Stage, would actually carry such a terrifying thing with him.    

    

"Not good, run!"    

    

Upon realizing that he couldn't be a match, Ancestor Xuehong gave the order for his men to escape.    

    

However, many people soon discovered that they were locked down by a powerful aura, making it difficult for them to even move a single step.    

    

Only eighth level experts such as Tero and Ancestor Xuehong were not affected much.    

    

"No, hall masters, save me!"    

    

Upon realizing that they couldn't escape, many people shouted in panic while looking at Ancestor Xuehong and Tero.    

    

Of the two of them, Ancestor Xuehong was the Hall Master of the Punishment Hall, and Tero was the Vice Hall Master.    

    

"Dammit, let's attack together."    

    

Upon realizing this, Ancestor Xuehong shouted in anger. If he and Tero ran away and let the rest die, he would not be able to bear the price.    

    

At that time, even if he survived, he would still face endless pursuit from the headquarters.    

    

As a member of the Bloodfire Hall, he was well aware of just how terrifying the Bloodfire Hall were.    

    

Until the end, he would never give up on this branch of the shrine and escape on his own.    

    

Tero obviously had the same thoughts as Ancestor Xuehong and did not choose to run.    

    

With a bellow, Tero's body changed and instantly turned into a golden man.    

    

A figure appeared around him. It was seven or eight meters tall. It raised its fist and swung it at the rod shaped shadow that was descending from the sky.    

    

At the same time, Ancestor Xuehong summoned a gigantic Ghost, its aura was no weaker than his own.    

    

The rest of the people also used their trump cards. This was a matter of life and death, so they didn't dare to hold back any longer.