Chapter 1357 Zhao Yin's Summons

The angels were defeated and their formation was in chaos as they fled rapidly into the distance.

boom!

The Netherworld Array erupted endless poisonous fog, instantly covering tens of thousands of angels, including a quasi-god.

The angels in that area instantly became festering and fell downwards.

"kill!"

The spear in Xiao Sheng's hand burst out with tremendous murderous energy, and pierced a quasi-god with one shot.

The endless army of evil spirits, like a tide, chased the angels in the direction of their escape!

"Don't chase the bandits!" Mo Yinling's words echoed in the sky.

The surging army of evil spirits paused instantly.

No ghost asked why he didn't chase, as if Mo Yinling's words were the ultimate truth in the world.

Only a few ghosts know that angels are extremely good at escaping, and their natural wings are their most precious treasure for escaping.

The flying speed of the Yin spirits is much slower than that of the angels. Chasing them will not be successful and will be extremely dangerous.

Tens of millions of angels died in this battle.

Two hundred and fourteen quasi-gods died, thousands of demigods, and even gods... four eight-winged angels fell!

It would take tens of millions of years for a god-level being to be born, even in a large domain of angels.

Moreover, the clan resources of a large domain can barely sustain the continued evolution of a dozen gods.

In this battle, five more gods died.

And the Yin Ling clan, from then on, had four more eight-winged Yin Lings!

"retreat!"

Mo Yinling waved his hand, and the ghosts showing off their wealth in the sky slowly dispersed, and countless ghost warriors wearing enchanted armor landed on the ground.

Then, under the leadership of Anna and Xiao Sheng, they slowly retreated into the fog.

Endless fog rolled like an endless ocean, engulfing the army of the Yin spirit clan.

Mo Yinling was still floating in the air, looking in the direction where the angels left with a vicissitudes of life look.

"My clan is still not strong enough!" sighed the old man.

The old man always behaved in an extremely arrogant manner in front of the enemy, but he was clear-headed in his heart.

The frequency of the angels' attacks is increasing.

Each time, more and more gods come.

If a twelve-winged angel or a fourth-level god from some tribe really came, the Yinling tribe would not be able to withstand it with their current strength.

But that day is not far away.

Those words he said to the ten-winged angel before were just bluffing, hoping to arouse the fear of the angels and make the twelve-winged angel dare not to act easily!

"The strength of the fourth-level gods has undergone another qualitative change, and the difference between them and those below the fourth level is like heaven and earth!"

Now, Mo Yinling’s strength is only enough to fight against third-level gods.

Just as he was frowning, there was a sudden vibration in the space bracelet on his wrist.

A sweep of the spirit.

"Zhao Yin? Why is this kid looking for me at this time?"

Mo Yinling immediately took out the sound transmission talisman, and after the connection was made, his eyes instantly brightened.

"Level five...really level five? How is this possible?"

"After the ancient times, level 5 beasts were rarely seen. How could such an old beast be hidden in that low-level human civilization?"

At this moment, Mo Yinling was in mixed emotions. If he could have met this old god millions of years ago, would he have been able to make a contract with him?

Would this change my fate in my previous life?

Unfortunately, he had just encountered this fifth-level god, and the other party was on the verge of death.

"The life span is exhausted, the soul is dead... This is a level 5 god who has completely run out of energy!"

The spider is different from the creatures that died abnormally, its life source has been exhausted.

Even if it is transformed into a Yin spirit, its strength will be greatly reduced.

Mo Yinling's expression changed again: "I hope I can transform him into a fourth-level god!"

After he put away the sound transmission talisman, he immediately shouted anxiously into the mist behind him: "Anna, Xiao Sheng!"

"Lord Ancestor God!"

The two evil spirits, Anna and Xiao Sheng, immediately walked out of the fog.

"Come here to enchant, I need to rush to the ninth domain with all my strength!" Mo Yinling said.

The two second-level god-level Yin spirits immediately took off their equipment, stored them into the space bracelets, and then handed the space bracelets to Mo Yin Ling.

Immediately afterwards, the two Yin spirits turned into black mist and quickly sank into the enchanted armor on Mo Yin Ling's body.

At the same time, among the countless corpses on the ground, more than thirty intact quasi-god-level corpses floated up out of thin air and came towards Mo Yinling.

As soon as it approached, it turned into a surging blood energy and instantly penetrated into Mo Yinling's enchanted armor.

At this moment, Mo Yinling's already powerful aura rose rapidly.

The mental strength he had lost in the previous battle was instantly restored.

Mo Yin's ethereal figure became more and more transparent, and even the enchanted armor seemed to no longer be a physical entity. As it became more transparent, it was faintly visible that in his chest, where his heart should be, there was a bright pearl.

It was the heart of the ancestor that had lost its last drop of blood and was suspended above the core world.

It is also the source of Mo Yinling's life today.

The pearl shook, and immediately it felt something connected to the distant Ninth Realm, the universe, and the core world inside Zhao Yin's body...

……

At this moment, in the universe, Zhao Yin was still holding Zhu Da, and suddenly he felt a sense of sensation in his mind.

"It turns out that I have never lost contact with him!"

At this moment, Zhao Yin clearly felt that due to the special relationship between the ancestor spirit's heart and the ancestor spirit's clone, a kind of resonance was formed between the two of them.

Zhao Yin felt that the distant ancestor's heart seemed to belong to his own ancestor's clone.

At this moment, a desire came from the heart of the ancestor, as if it was sending a message.

It seemed as if it wanted to return to the side of its ancestor's incarnation immediately.

And a certain pulling force was coming from the heart of the ancestor.

It seems to ignore the distance in space, and ignore time and space...

Zhao Yin immediately understood that this was King Mo's trick.

He immediately followed the pulling force and released the teleportation power of the core world.

The next moment, the entire core world trembled in the dark, and the endless rules of space turned into a tremendous force of transmission.

Following that force, it spread into the void and quickly went away into the distance.

Zhao Yin never knew that the teleportation power in his core world could spread so widely.

Of course, all of this was dominated by that pulling force, and Zhao Yin could not do it on his own.

He only left the most basic operating rules of space for the core world, and 90% of the space rules were transformed into the power of transmission.

Within the void, the force of transmission vibrated layer by layer, and in the dead silence and darkness of the void, a purple ocean seemed to have formed, rapidly spreading into the distance.

There seemed to be a tentacle formed by the power of transmission. As it spread, the purple ocean gradually lengthened...

As time went by, the terrifying teleportation force gradually turned into an endless thread, with only a hair-sized portion left, spanning the vast domain.

At this moment, the eighth domain.

Mo Yinling did not use the teleportation talisman. Instead, he used his sword to cut through the space barrier and stepped into nothingness.