"Notice, from now on, the small secret realm will be recovered, the bloodline polluter will die, and the rest will be merged into Great Xia."

As soon as the words fell, a touch of indifference and coldness flashed in the depths of Lin Ping'an's eyes, as if a high god was pronouncing a sentence.

The slender and bony fingers paused slightly in mid-air, as if looking for some invisible vein in the air.

The fingertips fluttered slightly, seemingly random but incomparably precise in the void.

At that moment, it was as if the entire space was quietly trembling with this action.

His fingers are like an invisible paintbrush, outlining a mysterious trajectory on this infinite scroll of the laws of space.

Under this touch, the surrounding space was filled with ripples that seemed to be absent.

It's like being thrown into a stone on the surface of a calm lake, rippling through layers of spatial ripples.

In an instant, a vast and majestic force erupted from that touch, sweeping through the entire small secret realm like a tide.

Under the influence of this force, the original bustling indigenous human races in the territory of Xiaomi, who performed their own duties, as well as the disciples of the sect who had not been implanted with the bloodline of alien beasts, and so on.

In the blink of an eye, they all disappeared in place.

Their figures seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, instantly crossing the distance of time and space, and were teleported outside the small secret realm.

The process is silent, but shocking.

It was as if a huge change between heaven and earth had almost erased 99% of the traces of life in the small secret realm.

At this moment, the small secret realm, except for a few places where there was still a little breath, had become empty and lonely, as if it had just experienced a great migration.

Empty sect small secret territory.

Those decaying beings with the blood of alien beasts remain, like lonely shadows forgotten by time, lingering in the dark corners.

At this moment, their cloudy eyes widened in surprise, and the earth-shaking upheaval in front of them was reflected in their pupils.

The wind and clouds between the heavens and the earth changed, and endless energy fluctuations swept in like a raging wave, shaking the already weakened minds of these guys.

This sudden upheaval, as if the world's final judgment on them, filled their hearts with unprecedented fear and uneasiness.

"Nope! No! No! ”

"Damn! No, it can't be! This is the thousand-year-old foundation of my sect! ”

"Bastard! Let go of me! ”

"Roar! Kill, kill, kill! ”

“……”

Although they have a strong desire to survive in their hearts, and the urge to fight back.

But it was useless, and he could only watch powerlessly as the qi and blood power in his body struggled under the invisible suppression, and he couldn't completely burst out at all.

The force of repression is like a towering mountain, thick and unshakable, no matter how much you roar or struggle, you can't shake it.

The trembling body, the tangled expression, and the eyes full of despair but unwillingness are all silently announcing to the world.

Even in a desperate situation, these mongrels never gave up fighting back.

It's just that in front of Lin Ping'an's means, the only trace of strength left by these rotten beasts seems to be enough to change the trajectory of fate.

The cold words just now were like a sharp blade of ice cutting through the silent space.

Every word seems to carry endless indifference and determination.

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze, turning into an invisible hammer of judgment, revealing their fate mercilessly and utterly in broad daylight.

During the whole process, Lin Ping'an's eyes were always as calm as an ancient well, without any trace of emotion and pity.

His figure is tall and arrogant, like an immovable statue.

In the face of those terrified small secret realm natives and sect forces, there was no hesitation or intention to ask for their opinions.

That indifferent expression seems to tell the essence of the world.

The life and death honor and disgrace of these defenders of the sect's forces was, in Lin Ping'an's view, nothing more than an inconsequential cutscene.

All this happens, silently expounding a cold and realistic truth.

When there is a disparity in strength, the destruction of the weak by the strong is like the wind, frost, rain and snow in nature for the weak.

Whether you accept it or not, it is an irresistible fate.

To sum it up, it's just one sentence.

What does it have to do with you to destroy you?

At this moment, Lin Ping'an sensed that the aura in the spiritual realm disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the traces of thousands of meteors leaving, he nodded with satisfaction.

After the preliminary clearance work is completed, the next step is naturally to start eating the main meal.

In the next moment, Lin Ping'an suddenly restrained the terrifying coercion that was enough to change the color of heaven and earth, and began to devour the entire small secret realm wholeheartedly.

And the half-breed mongrels who were left behind here got up from the ground in disarray.

The mouth let out a wolf-like howl, and the sound pierced the night sky, sad and sad.

At the same time, the body began to twist and deform.

Strange veins appeared under the skin, and a strange light flashed in the depths of the pupils.

The original human form was gradually replaced by a hideous monster image.

And also try to fight back with this new, and disgusting posture full of evil.

However, in front of Lin Ping'an, all this seemed so pale and powerless.

In the face of the monsters that frantically swarmed from all over the small secret realm, he was completely unmoved, and there was only indifference and fearlessness in his eyes.

"Huh! The dying throes of the weak. ”

After a breath, the air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the entire small secret realm began to slowly tremble in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

It was an unusual spatial fluctuation, throbbing like a living organism, and like a baby about to return to its mother's womb, as if it had some kind of fatalistic sense of belonging.

As the devouring thought in Lin Ping'an's heart flashed, an indescribable power quietly surged out of his body.

The power was deep and powerful, like a galaxy pouring down, wrapped in endless coercion, sweeping towards the entire space.

In the face of this force, the small secret realm instantly lost its original independence and autonomy, and the laws of space were completely subverted at this moment.

Mountains, rivers, grass, and the remnants of monsters that don't have time to do much action.

Their postures were all frozen in the twisted folds of space, like a picture scroll that had been forcibly torn, and they were gradually sucked into the small world in Lin Ping'an's body.

It's a silent but thrilling process, for the mongrels who were still planning to fight to the death.

At this moment, his eyes were full of fear and despair, and he could only be swallowed up with this heaven and earth powerlessly.

At the final moment, the entire small secret realm, along with everything in it, completely disappeared after a faint light flickered.

Nothing but an empty and silent void remains.

(End of chapter)