He condensed his spiritual power again, and the strong spiritual power covered his palm, and those who followed him couldn't help but take a few steps back, their eyes full of fear.

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

As soon as the two energies collided, there was an earth-shattering bang, and the aftermath of the spiritual power emitted by the collision between the energies vibrated violently.

The people behind him hurriedly erected spiritual power barriers to block them, but more than half of them were still bounced out and slightly injured.

"Broken!"

He snorted coldly, and with all his strength, the prohibition in front of him finally cracked.

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

The attack was lightning fast, and by the time he reacted, there was a white palm on his chest.

Is the Lingshan Sect a treasure? In a sense, His Royal Highness is indeed the treasure of the Lingshan Sect.

He was dressed in a black robe wrapped around his tall figure, his inky black hair flew in the air at will, and a trace of hair fell down on his forehead to cover the two handsome thick eyebrows, but the dark eyes were more profound.

He pursed his red lips, glanced lightly over the group in front of him, and landed not far away where the smoke was billowing out.

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

"Who set the fire?"

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

"The old man put it, how?"

The corners of Duanmu Ming's mouth slowly curled, and the smile that was not as good as the bottom of his eyes made the people around him subconsciously take a few steps back.

"How?" His half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a cold glow appeared in his eyes, "I want your soul to fly away!" ”

The words of slaughter had not yet fallen, and his people had already reached the old man's side.

He raised his hand, a black glow mixed with thunder and lightning floating in the palm of his hand.

"Bang"

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

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

"Ancestor!"

The others were dumbfounded, their ancestor had come back from Emperor Spirit City, and now he was beaten by an unknown person without the slightest power to fight back.

"My lord, the villain doesn't know that the adult is in retreat, how offended, the adult spares his life!"

And the ancestors, whom they regarded as god-like beings, knelt on their knees and begged for mercy after being beaten and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

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

Duanmu Ming spread out his palm, and a cloud of dark smoke appeared in his hand, and as his fingers danced, a small door frame appeared.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party's seal hall, and then a terrible scream sounded, and the other party's soul was stripped out of the body by this mysterious black mist, and disappeared into the heavens and the earth with the black mist.

The body kneeling in front of him collapsed to the ground, and with a wave of his sleeve, it was blasted into a mist of blood.

Seeing their ancestors disappear in an instant, the rest of the people were all slumped to the ground.

They knelt on the ground and kept wailing and begging for mercy, hoping that Duanmu Ming would let them live.