Half an hour later, the battle ended, five of the Yin Ling Clan's Kaitian Realm fell, and the rest all escaped from the bottom of the sea.

There are three Yang gods in Jiuzhou who were severely injured, namely Daosheng, Yun Zhongzi and a Taiqing Palace Yang God. The Yin Ling Clan's Kuitian and Zhen Palace realms only escaped less than 20%. The rest were either captured or killed. The three warships outside never showed up, and they were clearly distracted.

But no matter what, this battle is a complete victory.

Everyone returned one after another, talking happily that although this small world was not the native world, it was still searched for cleansing. The most were the spirit stones that had not yet been used. There were tens of millions of top-grade spirit stones alone.

As for the center of the world, although Li Longji was knowledgeable and the first to find it, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was full of poison skills, and even if he was injured, he still grabbed it first.

As fellow members of Jiuzhou, they cannot really hurt the harmony of an artificial small world, so they have to choose to give in.

The old Taoist in Qingyi greeted, "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I believe that the zombies and undead on the land have lost control and can be wiped out in one fell swoop. Let's go back to Jiuzhou first, rescue the human race and prisoners, and the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism will be interrogated. All the situations of the Yin Spirit Clan should be announced to the world. The rest will be able to calm the rebellion of the dead, and then reward them according to the merits."

This is obviously biased towards Li Longji. Because Li Longji made no achievements in this battle, he pushed back his merits and made more contributions in the elimination of zombie undead.

But the old Taoist is frank within reasonable rules, and no one can blame him or even raise objections, otherwise he will ignore the overall situation and do not know the general situation.

The true man Lingbao felt unhappy and looked at Xiao Ye. Seeing that Xiao Ye had no additional statements, he said, "This is OK. If the zombie and undead spirits are raging for a day, the common people will suffer more crimes. Let's go back to Jiuzhou first, and the rest can be discussed."

Everyone left the small world one after another and boarded the warship and returned.

The monsters in the Southern Wilderness work together to control the small world. Although they failed to capture the warship, the small world is the core. If they are repaired in the future, they may not be able to refine a warship of their own.

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Xihaizhou, Yinling Clan royal court!

The royal court is located at Prometheus Peak, the highest peak in Xihaizhou. It is 30,000 feet high. The entire mountain is thousands of miles in a radius. The exquisitely carved buildings are built along the mountain, and hundreds of caves are contained in the mountains.

Along the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of miles are all in a royal city, with less than tens of millions of Yinling clans inside, but there are hundreds of millions of slaves and tamed monsters in various clans.

With the royal city as the center, there are ten Duke leaders, the top ten elders of the Presbyterian Church, and rank among the top ten Dukes.

Each duke leader has five marquises, each marquises, ten Count leaders, and a total of 560 people, forming the presbyterian church of the Yinling clan and the threshold for entering the cultivation level of Kaitian realm.

Each of the great dukes is a powerful man.

Further down, the viscount and barons, as well as the jazz knights who were not hereditary nobles, were scattered and occupied every corner of the continent. At first, the Yin Ling tribe used the feudal system to fully mobilize the enthusiasm of the tribe members.

In the Yinling clan, there are spiritual emperors, and there are ten governors and twelve princes under the Spirit Emperor. The status of the Spirit King is actually only equivalent to that of the prince.

For millions of years, people of the Yinling tribe have adapted to their life in Jiuzhou. Their lives are leisurely. Due to the heavy fog, they rush out of their homes on rare sunny days and enjoy the extremely precious sunshine.

On that day, three ships appeared in the sky.

"Look, our expeditionary force is back!"

"The Thirteenth Prince must have returned with victory!"

"No, I went out nine ships, why did I only come back three ships!"

"Oh my God, something big happened, something big happened!"

The Yinling tribes clamored, and sure enough, the three ships sailed directly to Mount Prometheus. In a moment, the bells on the top of the mountain were loudly heard, which was the bells to summon the Presbyterian Church.

Usually, the Presbyterian Church is held every ten years. Dukes from all over the country come to the royal city to report on the situation of their own territory and make statements on various affairs of the kingdom.

The last Presbyterian Church was held three years ago.

The bell sounded through the void and through the magic circle to every corner of Xihaizhou. Among the castles, small flying ships took off and gathered towards the royal city.

Half a day later, the Lingshen Palace, which represents the highest authority of the Yin Ling Clan, was filled with people. Except for the elders who really couldn't arrive, nearly five hundred people sat on the semi-circular fan seat, from front to back, including the Duke's Sea, the Marquis Sea and the Earl Sea. The Ling King took the royal family members and the administrators to sit opposite the elder seat.

The fourth uncle, the thirteenth prince and the Kaitian realm master who escaped by chance were wearing plain white clothes and stayed quietly in the corner. Some of them had obvious injuries on their bodies.

Now, even the dullest person realized something was wrong and talked about it.

The brothers and uncles of the royal family looked at the Thirteenth Prince with a sense of scattered joy, which made him very uneasy.

The Fourth Uncle Wang whispered: "A failure doesn't mean anything. You have the blood of the ancestors, and no one else can compare to you. You must have confidence in yourself. I will help you with the responsibility. Try to push it as much as possible. If you are weak, others will only ride on your head."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Fourth!"

The Thirteenth Prince's heart was shocked and his aura became confident again.

"Dong!"

At this time, the great elder sitting in the middle of the elder seat knocked the wooden hammer and said, "Today, the royal court held a tense presbyterian meeting. The topic is about fighting against the Eastern Emperor Continent. Please preside over the presidency!"

A middle-aged man with a high nose and deep nose stood up, held his heart with one hand, bowed to the elder Xi, and said, "This time we go to the army is not good. Please tell the elders about the details."

The Fourth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince came over, bowed to the elders, and told them from their own perspective what they had done since the seal was broken.

"What?"

"how so?"

"I didn't agree to send troops rashly at the beginning. I should observe it for a while, let's see!"

Suddenly, the elder's mat exploded, and the ruling officials who had heard of it for the first time also looked at each other.

Yes, even the most pessimistic before the war, I didn’t think that a big defeat would be quickly. The worst was just a long-term stalemate. In this way, I was ridiculed as a coward.

Before the war, it was generally believed that this would be a clean and neat victory. In the Wang Family newspaper and Yin Ling Weekly, people kept publishing articles, comparing the strength of both sides, full of optimism.

But who could have expected that the failure came so suddenly and directly that he was completely unprepared.

"No, how can we lose to the humble humans? I demand a full-scale war!"

"We can no longer use the tactic of adding fuel to the oil. The royal court must enter an emergency wartime state, recruit millions of troops, and attack the Donghuang Continent!"

Many people cannot accept defeat and roar in anger.

"quiet!"

The eldest son knocked on the wooden hammer again!

He has the highest cultivation level among the clans. Although the sound of knocking is dull, it has a soothing effect. The noisy venue gradually calms down.
Chapter completed!