There was silence around, and no one made any noise. The group of people walked slowly, silent.

"Clang—"

A sword flashed, and a guard's body fell down, with an incredible look on his face, blood splattered everywhere, his head fell to the ground, rolled a few times before stopping.

"Kill!" At this time, the Yourong tribe was awakened, and the soldiers hurriedly brought weapons to fight with the enemy.

A warrior sneaked from the darkness to the back of Ming, grinning, a bloodthirsty light popped out of his eyes. He held a knife and slashed hard at his throat. He could already imagine the tragic phenomenon of the enemy's head being cut off.

With a "bang", the knife fell on Ming's body and did not pierce his neck. Instead, there was a sound of gold and iron, and even sparks were splashing everywhere.

Ming turned his head and showed a hideous smile, not aiming at the vital points. Just waved it, the man was divided into two halves, blood sprayed, and even his internal organs and large intestines flowed out. He was not dead for a while, howling and rolling on the ground.

Blood spurted on Ming's face, but he did not dodge. He sniffed the bloody smell and sneered and killed him again. With the blessing of the talisman, they were extremely powerful and invulnerable to swords and guns during this period.

"Die for me!" At this time, the chief of this tribe's face was distorted, and he was sad for the death of his tribe's people. Death, he must die for me.

"So it's you, your dog bastard from the neighboring water tribe, go to die, go to die!" When he saw Ming's face, his eyes were covered with blood. "I should have killed you seven years ago!"

He used a set of sword techniques that had evolved over a long period of time to fight with Ming, and he gained the upper hand for a while. After all, having and not having inheritance is just an extremely simple one, but there is a gap.

Suddenly, the two of them fought and the battle was in a stalemate.

However, the other soldiers of the Yourong Ministry were not as powerful as their chief. They were almost one-sidedly massacred on the scene, and even torture.

Their weapons cannot break the defense, and the enemy can kill them with one knife, and their morale is greatly depressed. If it weren't for their home, someone would have run away.

In the temple, it should not be said to be a simple ancestral hall. Two wizards knelt on the ground and kowtowed, using their own blood to carve a strange pattern to worship the ancestors.

Above the ancestral hall is a stone statue, which is very ugly, but it exudes a rough and wild atmosphere, and has a faint majesty.

The two wizards smiled on their miserable faces. After seeing the enemy's invasion, they wanted to summon the ancestral spirit and imagine the tragic image of the group of invaders after the ancestral spirit came out.

"Yourong, our God, why haven't you come to save your people? The demons from outside are killing your people, and your people are praying for your salvation!"

Suddenly, their expressions were all erect, with a look of shock on their faces, "How is this possible? I can't contact the ancestor spirit." Their sudden appearance of the past communication channels with the gods disappeared.

At this time, Pei Ziqing's figure appeared, surrounded by a foot of magical territory, and the clear light was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

"Does your ancestor spirit have Rong? He is dead." Pei Ziqing said to the two of them lightly.

"No, this is impossible. How can you defeat our God?" A wizard couldn't believe it and rushed forward.

"Clang—" A sword light flashed, his head flew out, and blood spurted out from his neck.

At this time, the stone statues enshrined in the ancestral hall cracked a crack in the middle, and the crack continued to expand. In a moment, the stone statue completely shattered, and the remaining stones fell everywhere in the ancestral hall. The solemn atmosphere completely disappeared, and a field in the hall was also broken at the same time.

Another wizard knelt on the spot, his eyes wide open, his eyes empty, without a trace of his spirit.

In fact, when the two guards at the door died, Rong felt something was wrong and rushed to go out to check the situation. However, at this time, he felt a stream of clear light blocking his Dharma Realm.

Although this clear light was very light and thin, it was only a little bit higher than his divine power in nature. However, this clear light blocked his Dharma domain, preventing him from entering and leaving.

He began to feel anxious and wandered in the divine realm. Even Meiji next to him rubbed her chest against him, she couldn't let him relax at all, and pushed her away irritably.

"My Lord, what makes you so anxious?" At this time, a soldier walked out and comforted him. The soldier had a faint white light on his body. This was his favorite soldier. He was also a brave warrior who was good at fighting during his lifetime. He had once asked for three wild bears and wild boars.

"My intuition tells me that there may be a disaster tonight." He told his feelings to the warrior he trusted the most.

"Call the warriors immediately and let them gather." Yourong's face was filled with fear. He suddenly felt a devastating threat and immediately issued an order.

Pei Ziqing looked at this weak divine realm with interest. It was a small bubble with white light, with souls surviving. At the basis of reality, this area is just a ancestral hall, but it projected a tiny divine realm here, with more than a dozen houses and a square.

There are also things in this world, but they have become more refined and gorgeous. A candle in this world evolves into a bonfire.

However, it was still too weak. It was so weak that as long as Pei Ziqing released all his strength, he could burst here.

Pei Ziqing walked in this space with the Yin God. His Yin God appeared in the Yin World, which was a Taoist in a feathered and star-crowned body. He had the light of glass on his body and was clear all over. This was the manifestation of internal cultivation and success. A Dharma domain spreads around him, and wherever he passed was a Pure Land.

Yourong felt great fear and looked at Pei Ziqing.

In his eyes, this was not a figure, but a bottomless abyss. He felt that as long as the abyss suction was stronger, he would be sucked in and there would be no residue left.

A group of soldiers rushed towards Pei Ziqing. Pei Ziqing just sighed and exhaled gently.

"Hu——" This airflow turned from the breeze at the beginning to a hurricane. The storm rotated their souls and then grind them into pieces of soul fragments.

The energy level gap in the Yin world is more obvious than that in the Yang world. An ordinary person's soul only has a little black air after his death, and only if he has the chance can there be white light. These soldiers are just cannon fodder.

Without the support of the dragon energy, killing the Yama by 100,000 flags is just a joke. In the dark world, a red commander can destroy 100,000 ordinary ghosts.

These warriors are indeed brave, but they can only be destroyed by the energy level gap.

Pei Ziqing didn't want to delay any more, so he stretched out his hand.

"boom--"

A lightning light descended.

"No--" The god wailed, but without the slightest resistance, the divine realm was in ashes.
Chapter completed!