Chapter 1292 Qingdu Sword Sect, Die!

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The floor in front of Qing Wuwei was already broken, and the blood was gurgling.

At this moment, Qing Wuwei's consciousness began to blur, but he still kowtowed subconsciously.

He dared not stop.

Zhang Ziling looked at Qing Wuwei who kept kowtowing, and said lightly, "Is this your explanation?"

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Qing Wuwei's body trembled suddenly, and his kowtow froze immediately.

Qing Wuwei could clearly feel that the Devil Emperor was not satisfied with his actions.

Thinking of this, Qing Wuwei's body trembled violently, raised his blood-stained head, looked at Zhang Ziling, and said in a panic, "Sir, sir..."

He didn't know how to face this fact.

"Give you a chance to do it yourself." Zhang Ziling said lightly, without the slightest emotion in his tone.

Qing Wuwei froze in place, mechanically turning his head to look at the mourning Qingdu Sword Sect disciples around him, his heart dripping blood.

This is to let him bury his efforts lightly.

But after Zhang Ziling spoke, Qing Wuwei found that he had no way to refuse.

"Little one understands."

With trembling limbs, Qing Wuwei slowly stood up from the ground and swayed towards the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect.

"Old, Patriarch, save me... I don't want to die!" A disciple of the Qingdu Sword Sect was chained to the ground, blood kept pouring out, crying to Qing Wuwei who approached.

The massive blood loss made him weak and in great pain.

Looking at the pained appearance of the disciple, Qing Wuwei closed his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Do it yourself...you do it yourself!"

Qing Wuwei roared, and shot a sword energy through the disciple's forehead.

That disciple was killed instantly!

Zhang Ziling watched Qing Wuwei kill the disciples of Qingdu Sword Sect one by one.

Behind Zhang Ziling, the nine ancestors of the Holy Land all shivered.

However, they are not afraid of the bloody scenes in this magic palace dojo.

As the ancestors of the Holy Land, there are already countless people who died at their hands. There are also pictures that are bloodier and more brutal than this.

They just found out that... Qing Wuwei personally dealt with the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect, which was the warning given to them by the master.

No matter what, they are actually of the same nature as the Qingdu Sword Sect, betrayal.

Seeing Qing Wuwei crying while killing the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect who begged him for mercy, the nine ancestors of the Holy Land understood that the master said he wanted to loot their homes, not just for fun.

Now they can follow behind Zhang Ziling, just as slaves, which is very different from before.

After spending some time with Zhang Ziling just now, the nine ancestors of the Holy Land thought that they had returned to the way they used to follow the master.

But from now on, the past has passed, and they are now...

is a slave.

And the heavenly holy land they created is already the property of the magic palace and does not belong to them.

The nine ancestors of the Holy Land knew that if they went back to carve a slave species for the clansmen and sent all the resources of their holy land to the magic palace, they would inevitably encounter extremely strong resistance from the clan.

You don't need to think about it to know that no one will agree to raid your home.

That huge resource, no one is willing to let it go.

So, the master gave them a plan.

Just like that Qing Wuwei, he killed mercilessly. Kill as many people as they resist, no matter who they are, until they are all killed.

In the eyes of the Devil Emperor, the life of the betrayal is worthless.

They still can't escape the bloody disaster...

The nine holy land ancestors sighed deeply, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot.

After Qing Wuwei killed the last disciple of the Qingdu Sword Sect, Qing Wuwei and Qing Mo were left in the Dojo of the Demon Palace and belonged to the Qingdu Sword Sect.

Qing Wuwei was already covered in blood, red and white everywhere.

"Qing Mo, you are the only one left." Qing Wuwei's eyes were already reddened, he turned to look at Qing Mo, walked towards Qing Mo slowly, and stretched out his hand.

The sword qi lingered around Qing Wuwei's body, extremely fierce.

"Old Ancestor, don't bother you, farewell!" After Qing Mo looked at Qing Wuwei, he grinned and slapped his forehead with a palm.

boom!

Qing Wuwei was stunned for a moment, watching Qing Mo's head explode and blood splashed all over him.

Finally...the Qingdu Sword Sect was the only one left.

thump……

Qing Wuwei knelt down, eyes blank.

"My lord, all the members of the Qingdu Sword Sect, except for me, have been punished." Qing Wuwei's voice was hoarse and low, and he had already fallen into despair.

The current Qing Wuwei is like a puppet.

"Do it yourself, or do I do it?" Zhang Ziling asked indifferently, looking at Qing Wuwei who was kneeling on the ground lazily.

For Zhang Ziling, deciding the life of a true martial artist was as simple as drinking water.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Qing Wuwei's body trembled slightly, and said, "No, I don't dare to dirty the hands of adults, let the little self come..."

When the words fell, Qing Wuwei did not hesitate at all. He learned from Qing Mo and slapped his head directly with the palm of his hand!

boom!

The head exploded, blood splashed, and Qing Wuwei's headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

The disciples of the magic palace remained silent, looking at Qing Wuwei's corpse, speechless.

The corpses of the Qingdu Sword Sect on the ground in this dojo, the disciples of the magic palace never dared to even think about it.

For them, the Qingdu Sword Sect was too strong, so strong that they could only look up. In Qingdu City on weekdays, when the disciples of the Devil Palace saw the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect, they could only take a detour, which was extremely humble.

But now, they saw with their own eyes the Qingdu Sword Sect perished in front of them.

Once, Qingdu Sword Sect disciples who were domineering in front of them one after another were ruthlessly killed by their own ancestors.

It all looks so unreal, it feels so unreal.

"Big, big eldest sister, how did you bring the patriarch back?" a disciple from the magic palace asked Gu Zhuxuan in a low voice.

They still clearly remembered that their senior sister brought Zhang Ziling back and killed Lin Zhengwei.

"I, I..." Gu Zhuxuan couldn't even utter a word now, staring at Zhang Ziling blankly, her pretty face flushed.

Gu Zhuxuan never dreamed that she would become the object of her grandfather's hero saving beauty!

Looking at Zhang Ziling's handsome face, Gu Zhuxuan couldn't help but start to think about it.

Why is the grandfather so handsome?

"Senior sister, are you alright?" The disciples of the Demon Palace couldn't help but ask when they saw Gu Zhuxuan's blushing face.

"Don't, leave me alone! Quickly clean up this messy dojo, and concentrate on the corpses!" Gu Zhuxuan quickly hid her emotions and shouted to the disciples of the Demon Palace, fearing that others would see through her own thoughts.

Gu Zhuxuan's majesty was immediately apparent, and all the disciples of the magic palace suddenly became excited and picked up tools to clean up the dojo.

After putting all the disciples away, Gu Zhuxuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh... Senior shouldn't have seen it."

Gu Zhuxuan muttered to herself and looked at Zhang Ziling subconsciously, only to find that she was being stared at by Zhang Ziling!

Gu Zhuxuan's face immediately turned red.

"Senior... Master Abu... Palace, Palace Master..." Gu Zhuxuan panicked instantly, thinking that Zhang Ziling had seen through all her actions and thoughts just now.

Seeing Gu Zhuxuan's panicked appearance, Zhang Ziling shook his head and smiled, then waved to Gu Zhuxuan.

"come over."