Allure Summoner

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

He stared closely at the restriction in front of him, and his palm fell on the very center of the restriction.

As soon as the two energies collided, there was a loud bang, and the aftermath of spiritual power emitted by the collision between the energies vibrated.

The people behind him quickly erected a spiritual barrier to block it, but more than half of them were ejected and suffered minor injuries.

"break!"

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

Just when he was about to add another palm, the cracked restriction was suddenly completely shattered, followed by a powerful attack.

This attack was as fast as lightning, and when he reacted, there was a white palm on his chest.

Is it the treasure of the Lingshan school?In a sense, His Majesty the Underworld is indeed the treasure of the Lingshan School.

He wore a long black gown to wrap his tall and straight figure, and his ink-like black hair fluttered freely in the air. A strand of broken hair fell down on his forehead to cover the two handsome thick eyebrows, but against the backdrop of those dark eyes. His eyes became deeper.

He pursed his red lips tightly, glanced casually over the group of people in front of him, and landed on a place not far away where thick smoke was billowing.

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

"Fire, who set it off?"

His voice was very low, cold and without a trace of warmth, making the people present shiver uncontrollably.

"The old man let it go, how about it?"

The corners of Duanmu Ming's mouth turned up slowly, and the smile that didn't match his eyes made the people around him subconsciously take a few steps back.

"How?" His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "I want you to be out of your wits!"

Before the words filled with sternness fell, his men had already arrived at the old man's side.

He raised his hand, and black light mixed with lightning floated in his palm.

"boom"

The so-called old man who was only one step away from the emperor's realm was sent flying by his palm.

As soon as blood spewed from the opponent's mouth, Duanmuming bullied him again, and then slapped him again.

"Ancestor!"

The others were dumbfounded, their ancestors came back from Emperor Ling City, and now they were beaten by an unknown person without the slightest ability to fight back.

"My lord, I don't know if my lord is retreating, I offend you so much, my lord, please forgive me!"

However, their ancestors, whom they regarded as gods, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy after being beaten and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

But is begging for mercy useful?He dared to burn Lingshan, then he should bear the pain of being imprisoned in Jiuyou forever and ever.

Duanmu Ming spread out his palm, a cloud of pitch black smoke appeared in his hand, and with the dancing of his fingers, a small door frame appeared.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the opponent's seal, and then there was a shrill scream. The soul of the opponent was stripped from his body by the mysterious black mist, and disappeared into the world with the black mist.

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

Watching their ancestors disappear in an instant, the rest of them all collapsed on the ground.

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