"It's not good, that demon clan ran away with the Xuanjing Ore Marrow!" one of the gods couldn't help but yell.

One of the most powerful creatures in the group of gods groaned slightly and said, "Catch up and take a look!"

So with a burst of spatial fluctuations, a group of gods disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the light curtain in front of Yang Ling's eyes flashed and the figure of Qian Jia appeared again, and the surrounding spiritual mist was boundless, and he didn't know where he was.

"Master, this is a deserted spiritual realm, what should I do next?"

"Let's go, go out with me!" Yang Ling chose to follow after speaking, a burst of light and shadow floated in front of him, and a group of people appeared beside Qianjia in the blink of an eye.

And at the same time that Yang Ling and the others appeared, the surrounding space continued to ripple, and a group of gods appeared one after another, and the two sides confronted each other more than a hundred kilometers apart.

"Yalman, what do you mean by that?" Seeing that more than thirty Xuan Realms suddenly appeared around Qian Jia, the other party was obviously stunned, and one of them yelled at the Protoss standing beside Yang Ling.

"Look at it!" Yang Ling turned his hand and threw out a scroll of light and shadow, only to see a cloud of colored starlight explode, the sky suddenly darkened, a terrifying aura permeated the sky, and the spiritual mist in a radius of millions of square kilometers suddenly stopped, and the starlight in the sky instantly condensed into ten thousand spears, and the golden light of the spear head was like a small sun.

"Boom~"

With the sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracking, 10,000 spears fell from the sky like giant rafters, roaring through the space, as if falling directly from the void, and a cloud of dazzling golden light instantly submerged a group of gods.

"Ah~ what is this?"

"Puff puff puff~

The screams of fear came and went one after another, but they stopped abruptly, and with the sound of spears piercing through hard objects, in the golden light, the battle spirits of the hundred-kilometer-high iron warriors that flashed in a hurry instantly collapsed and disintegrated under the spears.

The golden light dissipated, and a group of Protoss war servants and a group of Longxi clans stood beside Yang Ling like fools, their mouths opened one by one, their eyes bulged out, and most of them were pale, and their bodies were still trembling.

The situation in front of us can no longer be described as tragic.

More than a dozen masters of the same realm of the Protoss were poked into pieces almost instantly, and the stumps and flesh were mixed with all kinds of inflated insertion equipment that lost their rules and suppressed and floated within a radius of thousands of kilometers, and the hastily released battle spirit was directly crushed by the spiritual impact and the consciousness was crushed, and the huge body also exploded like a strange-shaped meteorite scattered among them.

Among them, the one with the most powerful aura died the most miserable, without leaving even a trace, and was directly locked by Yang Ling with his consciousness, and was completely blown into nothingness by thousands of spears.

"Let's go, this little spirit realm is about to collapse!"

A black hole in the center of the attack just now has been formed, and a large number of fragments have been swallowed up in the violent rotation, under the magic attack of this forbidden spell level, this abandoned small spirit world began to violently shake, and one after another pitch-black cracks continued to explode, Yang Ling felt the clicking sound coming from all directions, and the ripples under his feet spread out and disappeared in an instant.

And a group of sluggish Protoss and Longxi Clan also came back to their senses and left one by one.

It's horrible!

Whether it was a group of war servants of the Longxi Clan or the Protoss, their heads were full of buzzing sounds, and the minds of the hundreds of millions of years of ancient wells completely changed into a blank, and there were only the spears that roared down from the sky and the fragments floating in the air after the golden light dissipated.

This is not a battle, this is a massacre, and a one-sided massacre!

And the Qingxuan Dao Chief, who began to instigate Yang Ling to use the scroll, turned even more pale, feeling that his Dao heart had completely collapsed, and his divine soul seemed to have been completely pierced by a spear, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Yang Ling.

His original intention Yang Ling was naturally able to guess six or seven points, that is, the Longxi clan didn't want Yang Ling to get too many Protoss masters, once this situation was formed, the role of the Longxi clan would be reduced in Yang Ling's mind, which was not a good thing for the Longxi clan.

And the reason why Yang Ling agreed was not that he was afraid that there were too many gods to deal with, nor was he worried that the spirit world would collapse, after all, the spirit world was so big, and there was no obstacle for him to smash one hundred and eighty spirit mountains, and the spirit world would not reach the point of complete destruction.

Yang Ling's purpose was to deter these guys.

The Longxi clan was not satisfied with his previous approach, especially the Qingxuan Dao Chief, who still had resentment in his heart, and a group of Protoss war servants did not know Yang Ling's details, so Yang Ling also needed such a naked crushing to deter them, so that they would obey their words in the future.

As for the more than ten masters of the Xuan Realm who died, Yang Ling could only silently pray for them in his heart, hoping that they would have a chance to be reincarnated in the next life.

"Patriarch Qingxuan, everyone has already seen the power of the forbidden spell magic scroll, what do you think?" Yang Ling turned around, without the slightest expression on his face.

"Clan...... Patriarch!" Qing Xuan's body trembled, his eyes slowly returned to focus, and he didn't dare to look up at Yang Ling's face, "This thing is too rebellious, too murderous, you should use it with caution in the future!"

"Well, I think too, but if you have to look, I can't help it!" Yang Ling blamed all the sins on the old man.

Qingxuan: ......

Everyone else didn't dare to speak, for fear that one more sentence would be contaminated with an extra layer of cause and effect out of thin air.

"Next, the task of conquering the Protoss will be handed over to you, we are very short of time, if we can capture it alive, if we resist fiercely, we will simply kill it, I will arrange for the magician to cooperate!" Yang Ling said coldly.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

"Yes, master!"

Without any hesitation, a group of people all agreed.

After being smashed to death by Yang Ling with a scroll of seventeen Xuan Realm masters, the Protoss now has less than thirty Xuan Realms left, and it can be said that they have completely fallen behind in terms of quantity, plus there is also a magic scroll This kind of weapon that no one has ever seen, now there is almost no obstacle in strength to bulldoze the Protoss, so Yang Ling simply gave a few words and returned to the Spirit Clan's Spirit Mountain.

More than ten days have passed, under the auspices of Han Qing, the construction of the Holy Spirit Palace has been carried out in an orderly manner, and all the collapsed buildings and wastes have been thrown outside the Spirit Mountain and fallen into the depths of the Spirit Mist.

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