Chapter 1289

This time, after Zhang Ziling said that he was speaking, the whole scene fell into a dead silence.

This time, Zhang Ziling said that the Lord of the palace of the devil, in the eyes of all, is totally different from the previous significance!

The breath of the people suddenly became hasty.

Lord of the magic palace!

In a real sense, the Lord of the magic palace There has always been only one.

Except for the man who made the magic Palace by hand thousands of years ago, other palace Lords have never been admitted by the outside world. Even the Immortal Emperor on the moon, Anbei, seems to the outsiders Still just the palace Lord!

The magic palace is the supreme force over the emperor and the Taoism.

As long as that person is in, the magic palace will stand still, even the great emperor is willing to kneel in front of the gate of the magic palace.

That man, that legend Devil, Zhang Ziling!

Hissing!

Everyone breathes a breath of air, and every cell in the body trembles violently and blushes.

Heart beat, break through to limit.

"No, no way! It's absolutely impossible! "

Qingwuwei looks at Zhang Ziling's smiling face in fear. His eyes are full of endless fear at this moment.

"You can't come back! They all say you're dead! You are absolutely a fake! " Green Wuwei roared, the neck of the blue ribs burst up, a pair of eyes protruding, blood is thick.

He knows it's true, but he doesn't want to make it true!

Even if Even the great!

How could the devil come back?

Not only is it green inaction, but also the Qingdu sword sect is no matter whether it is a disciple, a deacon or an elder All trembled violently, and their legs were soft.

Escape.

The word burst out of everyone's heart.

"Escape --!" A sad roar broke out of the disciples of Qingdu sword sect. All the disciples of Qingdu sword sect threw away their weapons in a flash and rushed to the gate of the magic palace mountain.

What are you kidding?

The devil and the devil are back The devil came back!

The disciples of Qingdu sword sect ran away, roaring and desperate.

Only when they think of Zhang Ziling's name, they are completely destroyed and have no intention of war.

The devil emperor, but even the heaven dare not provoke the existence of the supreme, is the only supreme on xuanxiao mainland!

When the emperor was still there, he destroyed the 300 holy places of the palace, and he would pay more attention to the devil than one.

When the devil left, these monsters may be able to revel But when the devil returns, no matter how brilliant genius, how noble saint, how sacred the great emperor It's all ER!

The disciples of Qingdu sword sect seem to have foreseen the future of xuanxiao mainland, the future filled with blood and fire and Carnival!

Blood debt created by the 300 Holy Land coalition forces at the beginning It was Even from their little Qingdu sword sent to begin to repay!

They are just small doors to mine It's not supposed to be so scared!

"Ah ah --!" The disciples of Qingdu sword sect roared and fled to the outside recklessly, and they couldn't see their rear.

They regret that they are a member of Qingdu sword school.

"Once the small door of mining, who gave you courage Let you kill your own host? " Zhang Ziling mouth corner with a light smile, looking at the green Wuwei light words.

The tone is peaceful, but it is all about killing.

Zhang Ziling seems to care nothing about the disciples of Qingdu sword sect who are running away.

I can't escape.

None of them will.

Hearing Zhang Ziling, the fear in qingwuwei's eyes is becoming more and more intense. Even because of the emotional excitement, the palace of qingwuwei has begun to disintegrate and the spirit will be lost permanently.

Although in the active age of the emperor, qingwuwei was not born, but the master Qingyang saint, who was once the sweeper of the magic palace!

Qingwuwei is from the holy population of Qingyang, but he knows clearly the terrible of the devil.

That kind of person But than the ancient books described, it is more powerful than 100 times, thousands, ten thousand times!

"Big, adult, me, we......" At this time, qingwuwei has completely lost the authority of being an old ancestor, and even the momentum of Xuanwu state of the whole body is completely disappeared.

In the face of the devil emperor, qingwuwei felt like a humble insect.

In the back of the green inaction, the blue ink shawl is distributed, and the eyes are not gods.

The higher the realm, the more you know the horror of the strong.

As a palace of heaven, he knew that he could not escape. Today, the disciple of Qingdu sword sect can not escape.

Now everything they do is meaningless.

Wait for death, even Suicide is fine.

The finger of the green ink moved slightly.

"I can give you an opportunity to explain." Zhang Ziling yawned slightly and gave a ring finger.

The disciples of Qingdu sword sect who are about to escape from the gate of the magic palace mountain find the earth shaking in horror. Then there are dark chains running out of the ground, running through their limbs and pulling them back to the magic palace Taoist court!The disciples of the Qingdu sword sect drew a blood arc in the sky.

The shrill wail and the gorgeous blood, fills everywhere in the magic palace.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, the disciples of Qingdu sword sect fell into the middle of the magic palace Taoist temple from the air. Their bodies were penetrated by black chains, and blood flowed around.

Like a dead fish, struggling in the cold dojo.

Thousands of dark chains were wandering in the sky, and the evil spirit of terror pervaded all around.

At the moment, the devil's palace is like the hell of Shura.

Kneeling on the ground, the water was cold and looked at the miserable appearance of the disciples of the Qingdu sword sect around him. He swallowed hard and congratulated himself that he recognized the ancestor of the Bai family and had not done anything yet.

This time, we have escaped a disaster However, how should the calamities of the world and those holy places be spent?

The water is clear and cold, looking at Zhang Ziling, my thoughts are flying.

This is the first time that water QingHan was so lucky that he did not participate in the war to destroy the devil's palace because of his timid ancestors. He just kept a neutral attitude.

This time, the liquidation after the return of the evil emperor is also a rare opportunity for Tianshui holy land!

As long as we grasp the opportunity, we can become a mysterious holy land, even a prefecture level holy land!

While QingHan is still building a blueprint for the future with excitement and fear, Qing Wuwei starts kowtowing to Zhang Ziling.

Without any words, and without any spiritual power to protect his body, Qing Wuwei smashed his forehead on the ground again and again, breaking his head and bleeding.

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

Qing Wuwei knows that he can't find any reason to explain his practice.

Betrayal is betrayal.

If you destroy other people, you have to do a good job of being destroyed by others.

Obviously, Qing Wuwei is not ready to be exterminated at all, so he can only like to use this method of self mutilation in order to win Zhang Ziling's forgiveness.

In front of the devil, any cards are meaningless.

All the disciples in the magic Palace are still dizzy. They feel that they are still living in their dreams. Some even slap themselves hard and want to wake up from their dreams.

The day before, the magic palace was still a second-class force that was bullied by others Their palace master came back?

Zhang Ziling, the demon emperor.

The disciples of the demon palace were very excited when they looked at the young man sitting on the chair!

The age of the devil's palace They want to welcome back from their generation!

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