810: C810 Golden Cymbals Detain the Enemy

C810 Golden Cymbals Detain the Enemy

Five or six minutes later, while Ao Xue'er was frozen by the seventh layer disciple, Ning Xiaolei and Qin Yu's attacks landed on him at the same time.

In the midst of the scream, the Seventh Layer Warrior's body split open, blood splattering everywhere, and his aura instantly declined.

The Black Demon Dragon Blade took the chance and rushed over, chopping off his head.

King Ranyi's bubble fell on the headless body and turned it into a pool of blood.

"Phew, it's really hard to kill someone at the seventh stage."

Ning Xiaolei sighed and sighed.

Even though the five of them had besieged one another at the end of their tether, they still wasted a lot of time.

"There are a total of four stages difference!"

Ao Xue'er rolled her eyes at Ning Xiaolei. This was too discontented!

With his Third Layer Late Stage, participating in the sieging of the seventh level was already very impressive.

"That's true. There's so much difference between them. Hehe."

Ning Xiaolei smiled in embarrassment. Feeling embarrassed, he touched his head and neglected this matter.

He turned around and looked into the distance. The four great demon gods had surrounded and killed Ancestor Xuehong and Tero. It had also reached a critical period.

He was not at his peak and was injured, but eight was eight levels which was not that easy to take down.

At this moment, the few great demon gods were covered in blood from the intense battle and were heavily injured.

However, Ancestor Xuehong and Tero were in even worse shape. Ancestor Xuehong had already lost an arm before, and now even a leg was missing.

It was unknown whether his spell was crippled or if he was cut down by the demon gods like Water Kylin King.

Tero was better, but only by comparison.

On his head, there was a huge, hideous scratch that almost split his entire head off.

There were countless bloody wounds on his body, and he was covered in blood.

"Kill! Roar!"

The several great demon gods roared in anger, each and every one of them killing to the point of craziness. Even now, their fighting had already ignited the anger in their hearts.

The enemies they had previously dealt with were fairly weak, and so they hadn't been able to kill to such an extent yet.

Ning Xiaolei looked at it for a while and did not ask anyone to help. He felt that since the four Demonic Gods were fighting, it would not be good for them to help.

However, Ancestor Xuehong and Tero started to worry.

Up until now, only the two of them were left, and they were also heavily injured.

If there were more people attacking them, it was very likely that they would die here.

When they were at their peak, the other side was nothing to worry about. But now, they were severely injured, and if anyone else were to participate, they might even be able to turn the tables on the other side.

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero looked at each other and saw the intention of retreat in each other's eyes. If they didn't leave now, they might not leave.

At this moment, Ning Xiaolei suddenly took action. A huge golden cymbal descended from the sky, trapping the four Demonic Gods and the two other Demonic Qi Cultivators inside.

"Like I said, you won't be able to leave if I don't let you. Leave them with their lives."1

Ning Xiaolei opened his mouth and curled the corners of his lips. The cymbals were the treasure of the yellow-browed ancestor, Soul Sealing Talisman s.

"Dammit, you damned brat."

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero shouted loudly, bombarding the cymbals.

However, their attacks only made the cymbals lighter. They couldn't break it in a short period of time.

Seeing this scene, Water Kylin King and the other three demon gods were overjoyed. They attacked even more ferociously, causing the two of them to constantly vomit blood.

"I definitely won't die here."

Ancestor Xuehong shouted, his face grim. He stopped attacking the cymbals and turned back to fight.

Tero's eyes revealed a hint of despair. He had no choice but to continue battling the four Demon Gods.

However, the more he fought, the less confidence he had. He realized that his opponent was not a simple Demonic Beast at all.

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