The First Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-First Chapters Fear, Despair, Mourning

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This time, after Zhang Ziling said his words, the audience fell into a dead silence.

This time, what Zhang Ziling said about the Palace Master of the Devil Palace, in the eyes of everyone, has a completely different meaning from the previous one!

Everyone's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The Lord of the Demon Palace!

In the true sense, there is always only one Lord of the Devil's Palace...

Except for the person who created the magic palace ten thousand years ago, other palace masters have never been recognized by the outside world, even the Moon Stepping Emperor An Bei, in the eyes of outsiders...

It's still just the Palace Master of the Demon Palace!

The magic palace is a supreme force that surpasses the imperial sect.

As long as that person is there, the magic palace will stand still, and even the emperor is willing to kneel before the gate of the magic palace.

That man, that legend...

Demon Emperor, Zhang Ziling!

hiss!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, every cell in the body trembled violently, and their faces turned red.

Heartbeat, breaking through to the limit.

"No, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Qing Wuwei looked at Zhang Ziling's smiling face in horror. Ben Gujing Wubo's eyes were now filled with endless fear.

"You can't come back! They all say you're dead! You're definitely a fake!" Qing Wuwei roared, the veins on his neck bulged, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.

He knew it was true, but he didn't want it to be true!

Even...even if it is the Great Emperor!

How could the Demon Emperor come back?

Not only Qing Wuwei, Qingdu Sword Sect disciples, deacons, and elders... all trembled violently, and their legs were weak.

escape.

The word suddenly popped out of everyone's heart.

"Escape!" A shrill roar erupted from among the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect. All the Qingdu Sword Sect disciples threw away the weapons in their hands in an instant, and scrambled to flee towards the Mogong Mountain Gate.

What are you kidding?

The devil, the devil emperor is back... the devil emperor has returned!

The disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect fled, roaring and desperate.

Just thinking of Zhang Ziling's name, their hearts were completely collapsed, and there was no fighting spirit.

The Demon Emperor, but the supreme existence that even the Dao of Heaven dare not provoke, is the only supreme being on the Xuanxiao Continent!

When the Devil Emperor was still there, the three hundred holy places that destroyed the Devil Palace were more attentive to the Devil Emperor.

When the Devil Emperor leaves, these ghosts and ghosts may be able to revel...

But when the Devil Emperor returns, no matter how brilliant a genius, how noble a saint, how holy an emperor...

It's all ur!

The Qingdu Sword Sect disciples seem to have foreseen the future of Xuanxiao Continent, a future filled with blood, fire and carnival!

The blood debt created by the Allied Forces of the Three Hundred Holy Lands...

Actually...they have to start repaying from their little Qingdu sword dispatch!

They're nothing more than mining wickets...they shouldn't be so scared!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn

They regretted that they were members of the Qingdu Sword Sect.

"It was just a small mining gate. Who gave you the courage... to let you kill your boss?" Zhang Ziling said with a faint smile, looking at Qing Wuwei.

His tone was calm, but full of murderous intent.

Zhang Ziling didn't seem to care about those disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect who fled.

Can't escape.

Not one.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, the fear in Qing Wuwei's eyes became more and more intense, and even because of the excitement, the shrine in Qing Wuwei's body began to disintegrate, and his spiritual power was permanently lost.

Although Qing Wuwei was not born when the Demon Emperor was active, Qing Wuwei's master, Sage Qingyang, was once the sweeper of the Demon Palace!

Qing Wuwei clearly knew the horror of the Devil Emperor from the mouth of Qingyang Saint.

That kind of character... can be a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more powerful than what is described in the ancient books!

"Big, lord, me, we..." At this moment, Qing Wuwei has completely lost the majesty of being the ancestor, and even the aura of the Xuanwu realm has completely disappeared.

When facing the Devil Emperor, Qing Wuwei felt that he was a humble bug.

Behind Qing Wuwei, Qing Mo's hair was disheveled and his eyes were dull.

The higher the realm, the more terrifying the strong one knows.

As a Tiangong realm, he knew that he could not escape. Today, none of the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect can escape.

Everything they do now is meaningless.

It's better to wait for death, or even... suicide.

Qing Mo's fingers moved slightly.

"I can give you a chance to explain." Zhang Ziling yawned slightly and snapped his fingers lightly.

The disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect who were about to escape from the gate of the Demon Palace were horrified to find that the ground began to vibrate, and then dark chains rushed out from the ground, directly running through their limbs, pulling them back to the Demon Palace Dojo!

The disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect drew a blood arc in the sky.

The mournful mourning and gorgeous blood filled the magic palace.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect smashed into the Demon Palace Dojo from the air, their bodies were penetrated by black chains, and blood was flowing around.

Struggling like a dead fish in the icy dojo.

Thousands of dark chains wandered in the sky, and terrifying demonic energy permeated all around.

At this moment, the magic palace is like Shura hell.

Shui Qinghan, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the miserable appearance of the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect around him, swallowed hard, and secretly rejoiced that he recognized the ancestors of the Bai family, and didn't have time to do anything.

This time, I have escaped the catastrophe...

However, how should the catastrophe in this world, those holy places, be spent?

Shui Qinghan looked at Zhang Ziling, his thoughts were flying.

This was the first time that Shui Qinghan was so fortunate. At the beginning, because of his timid ancestors in the Holy Land, he did not participate in the war to destroy the Demon Palace, but maintained a neutral attitude.

This reckoning after the return of the Devil Emperor is also a rare opportunity for Tianshui Holy Land!

As long as the opportunity is seized, it is not a problem to become a Xuan-level holy place or even an earth-level holy place!

Just when Shui Qinghan was building a blueprint for the future amid excitement and fear, Qing Wuwei started to kowtow to Zhang Ziling.

Without any words, and without any spiritual protection, Qing Wuwei smashed his forehead to the ground again and again, and his head was bleeding.

He was praying for Zhang Ziling's forgiveness in this way.

Qing Wuwei knew that he couldn't find any reason to explain his actions.

Betrayal is betrayal.

To exterminate other people's clan, you have to take the opportunity to be exterminated by others.

Obviously, Qing Wuwei was not ready to be exterminated at all, so now he can only like to use this method of self-mutilation in hopes of winning Zhang Ziling's forgiveness.

In front of the Demon Emperor, any trump card is meaningless.

The disciples of the magic palace are still dizzy, feeling that they are still living in a dream, and some people even slapped them hard, wanting to wake up from their beautiful dream.

The previous day, the magic palace was still a second-rate force that was bullied by others. After falling asleep...their palace master came back?

Demon Emperor Zhang Ziling.

The disciples of the Demon Palace looked at the young man sitting on the chair, and were very excited!

The era that belongs to the magic palace... It is going to be welcomed back from their generation!