Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

0Half a day later, the Thundercloud Sect that was initially like that of a sacred ground of immortals was turned into a barren mountain by Ning Xiaolei.    0

    

Other than the scenery being considered not bad, the mountain was barren. It was impossible to tell that a sect had once existed here.    

    

"There doesn't seem to be anything left out."    

    

Ning Xiaolei clapped excitedly with a face full of satisfaction.    

    

Everything here was taken in by the Demon Refining Pot, and the houses that could not be taken away due to the formation enveloping them were also forcefully destroyed by him, and taken in.    

    

As for those houses that did not catch his eye, he simply smashed them into pieces, determined to not leave a single piece of complete brick behind.    

    

"It's about time. We can go now."    

    

Shi Yun was speechless, he really didn't know what to say to Ning Xiaolei.    

    

It was fine if she stole something, but she didn't want to live at all. She silently mourned for the forces that offended Ning Xiaolei.    

    

After exiting the Thundercloud Sect, Ning Xiaolei originally wanted to go to the other sects to take a look, but he gave up on that idea.    

    

The other few sects and his hatred wasn't that deep, and adding that he had already spent a lot of time at Thundercloud Sect, it was about time that he accompanied Shiyun to the scene.    

    

When Ning Xiaolei and Shi Yun rushed over, there were already quite a few people at the place where the White Mountain Sect was originally at.    

    

Not only were there people from the Yanhuang Sect, there were also many cultivator s in the Qin Province.    

    

However, upon seeing the scene, many people could no longer remain calm. Their faces were filled with shock.    

    

They all knew that this should have been the location of the White Mountain Sect, but the location of the White Mountain Sect was no longer in front of their eyes. Even the Tai Bai Mountain where they were at had disappeared as well.    

    

What replaced it was an enormous palm print that had sunk in. Everything seemed so inconceivable.    

    

However, what kind of power could cause such huge damage?    

    

"Shiyun, you're here?"    

    

The moment they saw Shiyun, the people from Yanhuang Sect immediately came over with faces full of enthusiasm, or perhaps more accurately, they were attentive to her.    

    

To be more precise, they were not the people from the Yanhuang Sect, but two youths.    

    

Ning Xiaolei saw that both of them had Early Lord Stage cultivation.    

    

If you don't have anything to offer, then it's definitely not a good thing.    

    

With Ning Xiaolei's experience, he quickly determined that these two people might be interested in poetry.    

    

Of course Ning Xiaolei would not tolerate it. He coughed lightly and stepped forward to stop the two people from looking at Shi Yun.    

    

"What? Who are you?" One of them frowned and spoke with a slightly unhappy tone.    

    

Actually, they had already noticed Ning Xiaolei long ago. When they saw him walk over with Shiyun, they were already unhappy in their hearts.    

    

However, they did not expect Ning Xiaolei to dare to stop their gazes at Shiyun, so he was even more rude when he spoke.    

    

Ning Xiaolei pouted, and sloppily said, "Your elder didn't tell you, do you want to introduce yourself before asking others?"    

    

"I …"    

    

The two people from Yanhuang Sect were so angry by Ning Xiaolei's words that their faces turned red and their necks turned thick.    

    

At this time, an old man came up from behind and stopped the two of them, his face was extremely ugly: "You should also consider your own strength, my little friend here has Mid Lord Stage, can you guys win, and what I said was not unreasonable."    

    

After reprimanding the two, the elder looked at Ning Xiaolei and Shi Yun with a smile: "You are Ning Xiaolei, right? You really are a perfect match for Shi Yun."    

    

As the old man spoke, the two Yanhuang Sect cultivators behind him looked as if they had eaten a stinky flower, and their expressions were extremely ugly.    

    

The goddess that they dreamed of having was actually called a perfect match by the elders of their Yanhuang Sect in front of them, so it would be strange if they felt good about it.    

    

However, what made them nearly cough up blood was that Shiyun actually didn't oppose it and had a look of tacit approval.    

    

Ning Xiaolei was slightly stunned and looked at the old man doubtfully, "Senior, we've met before?"