Under the impact of the Ganges Holy Sect's landmine-like death, more than 100,000 monks smashed into a bloody path in the holy ruins, driving straight into it like wolves, countless times faster than Yang Ling's retreat, and after paying nearly 30,000 lives of scattered cultivators, the Ganges Holy Sect finally caught up with Yang Ling in a third of the position from the center of the holy ruins.

"Hahahaha, the chance of sanctification has finally fallen into the hands of my Ganges Holy Sect!" Sharul Khan, the leader of the Ganges Holy Sect, laughed loudly.

At this time, he had 60,000 Xuanjing masters in his sect, hundreds of Xuanjing Deputy Elders and 20 True Xuanjing Elders, as well as nearly 50,000 scattered cultivators who followed under duress, and more than 100,000 people occupied dozens of abandoned dojos in all directions, and surrounded Yang Ling's group of people in the middle.

"As long as you hand over the Starlight Gate, I'll let you go!"

Sharul Khan was tall and mighty, with red hair and golden beard, wearing a golden-red cloak standing in the void, the cloak flew with the void storm hunting, and in the golden-red light, countless beasts, insects and birds roared and flew around as if they were real, and the aura was simply arrogant.

"Is this eating too much?" Dou Yuntao still carried his huge golden war knife and couldn't stop rolling his eyes.

Now that a few months have passed, more than 40,000 team members have improved their realm again under the starlight tempering of the Gate of Creation, and most of them have reached the Cave Xuan Realm, while Dou Yuntao and Yu Qiang and many of the original Xuan Realm indigenous war servants have already reached the Tong Xuan Realm, and the three of Wu Yan, Qing Xuan, and Shen Tu Juetian have faintly broken through the True Xuan Realm, and the breath of the whole body can no longer be suppressed, and the war spirit appears and disappears behind him.

Despite this, in the eyes of the Ganges Holy Sect, Yang Ling and the others were still like chickens and dogs, without the powerhouses of the True Xuan Realm, they were destined to be a group of scum.

If you don't enter the true mystery and don't understand the ultimate meaning, you can be regarded as a local chicken and tile dog who has lived for a long time at most.

And in the face of Yang Ling, the most heartwarming at this time was the sect leader of the Ganges Holy Sect and a group of True Xuan Realm elders, to be honest, even if they got the opportunity to become holy, only they still had a chance to take that step, as for the rest of the disciples and disciples, in the end, they could only resign themselves to fate.

"Second brother, do you just use the eighth-level scroll?" Ding Cong turned his hand and took out a translucent tube as he spoke.

"I'm afraid I can't do it!" Yu Qiang reminded.

"I also think that if you burn your life and release the eighth-level super forbidden spell space-time meteorite, you will die with them!" Ding Cong hesitated for a moment and said.

"That's a good idea!" Dou Yuntao agreed.

Yu Qiang shuddered for a moment, and suddenly looked at Yang Ling with a pale face and took a few steps back, "You...... That's why you let me follow you...... The reason?"

Yang Ling sighed: "Qiangzi, people are inherently dead, or some are lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai......"

"Tai you are big...... Uncle, I can see through your 303 livestock, Lao Tzu wants to go back!" Yu Qiang was so frightened that he was about to pee his pants.

"Then what do you say?" Ding Cong pointed to the battle spirit that was hundreds of kilometers high and crushed around him, "See, you are surrounded, you can't go back, you can either be killed, or be a heroic superhero who dies with the enemy." ”

"Qiangzi, don't worry!" Dou Yuntao patted Yu Qiang's shoulder, "When we go back, we will make you a small wooden plaque for offering, and we will burn paper and incense for you during the New Year's Festival, as for Yuyao's sister......"

"If you dare to say one more word, Lao Tzu will blow you up now!" Yu Qiang gritted his teeth and stared at Dou Yuntao, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

A few unreliable brothers were fart and chatting surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, and none of the team members and subordinates came out to steal the limelight, so after the Ganges Sect Master shouted, no one came out to talk, which made him feel greatly insulted, so he couldn't care about the demeanor anymore and released the battle spirit, a giant eagle nearly a thousand kilometers in size, with a golden crown and red feathers, wings spread for four thousand kilometers, burning red flames all over his body, and the void was burned through.

"唳~~~"

With a terrifying scream, an incomparably terrifying aura enveloped the heavens and the earth, and suddenly the void shattered, the dojo cracked, and hundreds of millions of kilometers in a radius were steaming with red light.

"Rush forward and kill them!" Sharul Khan, the leader of the Ganges Holy Cult, could not hold back any longer.

"Rush~~"

The more than twenty True Xuan Realm elders who had been waiting impatiently for a long time took the lead in rushing out, and nearly 100,000 monks behind them also attacked almost at the same time, and under the terrifying aura shock, the chaotic time and space were directly twisted to pieces.

"Magic Suppression~"

With a few shouts, tens of thousands of scrolls rose densely in the team, and they exploded in the air with a bang, and in an instant, the starlight was filled, and a terrifying aura filled the sky, and the sixth-level seventh-level magic composed of the twelve-level basic magic such as gold, water, fire, wood, earth, wind, ice and thunder rumbled down, and there were also seven or eight seventh-level forbidden spell magic mixed with it almost at the same time in the group of monks who rushed up like a tide.

The sixth-level magic scroll can severely damage ordinary Xuanjing monks, and the seventh-level scroll can directly kill the real Xuanjing powerhouse of the Cave Xuanjing, as for the seventh-level forbidden spell, it can kill the master of the Xuanxuan Realm and even the master of the True Xuanjing, as for the eighth-level scroll, it is dangerous to almost all the True Xuanjing, and it is estimated that only the top group of people in the Nine Holy Palaces will not be able to die.

At the beginning, a super forbidden spell of the light of life in the gate of hell directly killed tens of billions of underworlds, among which there were several sub-gods, and the sub-gods were at least the super masters of the peak of the true Xuan Realm, and the twelve main gods corresponded to the true Xuan Great Perfection, and the super powerhouses of the Tai Xuan Realm who were already about to be sanctified.

The starlight flew like meteors in the sky, and the terrifying spiritual power was stirring in the void, and under the impact of the magic that continued to explode, the monks who rushed up were scattered with large swaths of the bones of the bombed.

Screams, wails, swords and shadows, and thunderclouds and storms.

The terrifying power of magic was unleashed in an instant.

The sky collapsed, time and space collapsed, and the consequences of the superposition of tens of thousands of magic scrolls directly produced a qualitative change, and the power of the impact was comparable to that of an eighth-level scroll.

Countless war spirits were directly twisted into pieces in the magical light and shadow.

Countless monks didn't have time to utter any shouts before their bodies were twisted into a mist of blood.

It's just that in an instant, dozens of nearby dojos completely collapsed, and the collapsed void formed large and small space-time vortices, and many monks who had dodged the magic attack were swallowed up by the vortex before they had time to rejoice.

Whether it was an ordinary Xuan Realm, a Cave Xuan Realm, or a Tong Xuan Realm, they were almost buried by the magic flood without even reacting.