Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

After spending more than half a year, which is to say, half a day outside, Ning Xiaolei finally managed to refine all ten threads of the Grand Sun Primordial Flame.    

    

Looking at his body that had lost a lot of weight, Ning Xiaolei bitterly smiled. In order to refine it, he had suffered a lot.    

    

The Grand Sun Primordial Flame was truly worthy of being called the Grand Sun Primordial Flame. Its difficulty in refining it was beyond imagination.    

    

If not for the fact that he had refined a Golden Flame Stone before, it would have been impossible for him to succeed in such a short period of time.    

    

However, that was all hypothetical. He had succeeded in refining the Grand Sun Primordial Flame.    

    

Moreover, because he had refined the Grand Sun Primordial Flame, the strength of his body had greatly increased.    

    

"Not bad!"    

    

Enveloped by the dazzling Grand Sun Primordial Flame, Ning Xiaolei walked a few steps forward with a satisfied expression on his face.    

    

Even though he was currently at the middle of the fifth stage, he was confident that he could battle against ordinary profound practitioners.    

    

Even if it's a Sixth Layer expert, don't even think of easily blocking his Grand Sun Primordial Flame.    

    

"Congratulations, Xiaolei, you've become stronger."    

    

A gentle voice came out. Ning Xiaolei looked over when he heard the voice and saw that it was Lin Yumeng. The current Lin Yumeng, was already at Third Layer Late Stage.    

    

With the help of a Rank one golden pill and medicinal herb, she broke through to the two great realms.    

    

"That's right, Yumeng, you've improved quite a bit as well."    

    

Ning Xiaolei planned to give two thousand year old medicinal plants to Lin Yumeng while no one was looking.    

    

He hadn't finished dividing the medicinal materials he obtained last time, and he had still left one or two stalks.    

    

"Hurry up and increase your strength. No matter what, no one can take over your position in my heart."    

    

Ning Xiaolei whispered in Lin Yumeng's ear.    

    

He wasn't stupid. Lin Yumeng had been going all out ever since Ao Xue'er had appeared, so he could guess what she was thinking.    

    

Lin Yumeng gritted her teeth as she looked at Ning Xiaolei in silence. She nodded vigorously, seemingly touched by his words.    

    

Ning Xiaolei smiled and caressed Lin Yumeng's head lovingly. Then, he suddenly disappeared along with her.    

    

After more than an hour, the two walked out of the room, holding hands. Lin Yumeng had become very happy while a certain someone had become very satisfied.    

    

After sending Lin Yumeng to the cultivation space, Ning Xiaolei found Ancestor Xuehong and Liu Tie.    

    

"How is it, is he willing to explain?"    

    

Ning Xiaolei asked as he looked at Yun Ming, who had his eyes closed.    

    

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero looked at each other and said bitterly, "We are useless. Please punish us, Young Master."    

    

"I don't blame you guys. Forget it, I'll do it."    

    

Ning Xiaolei waved his hand and didn't worry too much. It was hard to tell that Yun Ming was very loyal.    

    

Looking at Yun Ming who pretended not to know about his arrival, Ning Xiaolei snorted and said, "Get down!"    

    

With that, he used the power of the Demon Refining Pot. An unstoppable force acted on Yun Ming's body and pressed him down onto the ground.    

    

Yun Ming had recovered some of his strength in the past half day, but he was still unable to put up any resistance.    

    

"My territory, I have the final say. What medicine did Bloodfire Hall give you to be so loyal?"    

    

Ning Xiaolei looked down at Yun Ming from above and said coldly.    

    

"God dammit, let go of me. Deities Templar won't let you go."    

    

Yun Ming struggled with all his might, but he couldn't get up. His face was green and red as he shouted while clenching his teeth.    

    

Ning Xiaolei twitched his mouth. This guy doesn't know how to appreciate favors, so he still hasn't figured out his situation.    

    

"If I was afraid of your temple, I wouldn't have brought you here."    

    

Ning Xiaolei snorted. He suddenly stepped forward and stepped on Yun Ming's back.    

    

Looking at Yun Ming who was trembling with anger, Ning Xiaolei continued, "Tell me honestly, you can suffer less. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you have a taste of refining your bones."    

    

When those words were said, Ancestor Xuehong and Tero, who were standing on the side, shivered subconsciously with fear in their eyes.    

    

The two hurriedly tried to persuade him and told Yun Ming about the pain of refining the bone. It was so vivid and vivid that Ning Xiaolei really wanted to laugh.