He condensed his spiritual power again, and the strong spiritual power covered his palms. The people following him couldn't help but take a few steps back, with fear in his eyes.

He stared at the ban in front of him, and his palm fell to the center of the ban.

As soon as the two energy collides, a shocking sound occurred, and the aftermath of the spiritual power emitted by the collision between the energy vibrates.

The people behind him quickly raised a spiritual barrier to block it, but more than half of the people were bounced out and were slightly injured.

"break!"

He shouted coldly, and when he used all his strength, the restriction in front of him finally had a crack.

Just as he was about to add a palm, the broken restriction suddenly completely shattered, followed by a powerful attack.

The attack was as fast as lightning. When he realized it, a white palm appeared on his chest.

Is it the most treasure of Lingshan Sect? In a sense, Your Highness Ming is indeed the most treasure of Lingshan Sect.

He wore a black long robe wrapped around his tall figure, and his ink-like black hair flew casually in the air. A thin line of hair fell down on his forehead to cover the two handsome thick eyebrows, but it was against the black ones.

His eyes became deeper.

He pursed his red lips tightly, his eyes glancing from the group of people in front of him in an understatement, and landed in a place where thick smoke was rolling.

Looking at the jumping flame, the momentum on his body suddenly released.

"Who set the fire?"

His voice was very low, and it was cold without a trace of temperature, which made the people present shudder.

"I put it on my behalf, how about it?"

Duanmu Ming's mouth slowly raised, and the smile that was not as deep as his eyes made the people around him subconsciously take a few steps back.

"How?" His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, "You want to be distracted!"

Before the words full of solemnity were left, his man had already arrived at the old man.

He raised his hand, and the dark light mixed with lightning floated in the palm of his hand.

"Bang"

The so-called old man, who was only one step away from the Emperor Realm, was knocked away by him with a palm.

As soon as blood was spurting out from the other party's mouth, Duanmu Ming approached him again, and then he slapped him with a palm.

"Old ancestor!"

The others were dumbfounded. Their ancestors came back from Emperor Ling City. Now they were beaten by an unknown person without any power to fight back.

"Sir, I don't know if it's the adult who is in seclusion. I offended you so much. Please spare your life!"

But their ancestors, who were regarded as gods, were beaten and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, but they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But is it useful to beg for mercy? If he dares to burn Lingshan, then he should bear the pain of being imprisoned for eternity.

Duanmu Ming spread his palms, and a ball of black smoke appeared in his hands. As his fingers danced, a small door frame appeared.

He stretched out his fingers at the other party's seal hall, and then a shrill scream rang out. The other party's soul was peeled off from his body by the mysterious black fog and disappeared into the world with the black fog.

The body that was kneeling in front of him collapsed to the ground. He waved his sleeves and blasted his body into blood mist.

Seeing their ancestors instantly disappeared, all the rest of them collapsed on the ground.
Chapter completed!