Chapter 1190 The Boiling World

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The surroundings were silent, and the cultivators stared at Zhang Ziling, blushing but not knowing what to do next.

Although the return of the Nine Emperors surprised everyone, the same... the fear that the Nine Emperors planted in the hearts of the monks also sprouted again.

After all, Zhang Ziling once slaughtered a lot of superpowers, and was an existence who killed people without blinking an eye.

Ordinary monks are naturally very afraid of Zhang Ziling.

"They seem to be afraid of you!" Izanami felt the mixed emotions of fear and excitement in the hearts of the monks around her, and couldn't help but tease Zhang Ziling, "What did you do to them?"

"I did a lot of things in the past, which may have caused them a little psychological shadow, but it didn't have much impact." Zhang Ziling didn't care and said casually.

"Just a little?" Izanami couldn't believe it.

"Well." Zhang Ziling nodded without hesitation, "Just one point, let's go."

"There is still a shrine waiting for me to solve it."

After speaking, Zhang Ziling didn't wait for Izanami, and turned around and left.

"Hey! Why are you in such a hurry? Do you know where the entrance to my little world is?" Seeing Zhang Ziling leaving immediately, Izanami hurriedly chased after him, shouting.

As for Izanami, who was once abandoned by Gao Tianyuan, she didn't care about the life and death of the God Realm for a long time. Compared to the realm of the gods, Izanami now cares more about Zhang Ziling.

"Aren't you here to lead the way?" Zhang Ziling said nonchalantly when she saw Izanami chasing after him.

"You bastard, you're still annoying!" Yixie punched Zhang Ziling in a dignified manner, and then pulled Zhang Ziling hard, "Come this way!"

"Hahaha, good."

The cultivators looked at Zhang Ziling and Izanami who were walking away, and then glanced at the two corpses on the ground. They all looked at each other in dismay.

The monks always seemed to have an overexcited emptiness.

Zhang Ziling and Izanami had gone far away and gradually disappeared from the sight of the monks.

"You listen.

"

Just when the monks were still stunned, Zhang Ziling's voice rang in the ears of the monks again, which immediately made the monks agitated and hurriedly stood up straight.

Although Zhang Ziling had already left, when they heard Zhang Ziling's voice, they were still unconsciously nervous, always feeling that a chain would shoot from the air and shoot through their heads.

Gollum!

The monks all swallowed their saliva, their eyes full of tension, waiting for Zhang Ziling to speak, as if they were going to the execution ground.

In the impression, this is the first time the Nine Emperors have spoken to them.

"After you go back, announce to the world..."

"I am back."

coming!

As soon as Zhang Ziling said these words, the cultivators were shocked and their hearts were surging.

The Nine Emperors asked them to do this, just to tell the world that he was back, and he didn't take the shrine in his eyes at all!

When he returned, he slaughtered the two gods in a high-profile manner, and made them publicize them.

With the current technology, they can let the whole world know what happened in Nanzhou in a very short time.

This also means that the nine emperors have declared war on the shrine.

The monks seem to have foreseen that the future is about to change and usher in a new era.

The era of the demise of the shrine's rule.

Following Zhang Ziling's words, the monks did their best to spread the topic.

The topic of the return of the Nine Emperors spreads rapidly all over the world like wildfires on the grasslands.

Whether it is a monk or an ordinary person, they all know about the return of the Nine Emperors.

Those ordinary people who didn't know the character of the Nine Emperor Gods, now also understand the horror of the Nine Emperor Gods in all kinds of remarks.

In a very short period of time, the return of the Nine Emperors has become the hottest topic in the world, to the extent that even the Shrine cannot cover it up.

The monks who surrendered to the shrine were all shivering in the dark. When they thought of Zhang Ziling's terrifying image, endless fear filled their hearts.

Zhang Ziling's return with such a high profile will definitely take action against the shrine, and if the gods let them take action at that time...

For a time, people panic.

"Grass! Isn't that the Nine Emperors? I don't believe that he can create a storm in front of the shrine." Some monks were stubborn.

"Let's abandon the darkness and turn to the light. Lord Nine Emperors has returned, and the rule of the shrine should also end." Some cultivators also pretended to be calm and analyzed.

"You forgot the live broadcast of Lord Nine Emperor God's slaughter five years ago? What about the gods, haven't they been beaten like dogs?" More monks were completely panicked, and even began to plan to betray the shrine.

No one wants to be the enemy of the Nine Emperors.

The monks who surrendered to the gods were all arguing, and the world that had been dead for a long time seemed to come alive all of a sudden.

Compared with the complicated mood of the monks who surrendered, the monks who were willing to change their self-abandoned cultivation bases into ordinary people and hid and practice secretly were overjoyed, and they were very much looking forward to the Nine Emperors being able to overthrow the rule of the shrine.

They very much hope to be able to practice openly and honestly under the blue sky again.

New York, USA, Shrine sub-shrine.

The two gods stood respectfully under the hall, looking at the man sitting on the dragon chair with some fear.

The man was wearing a black dragon robe, with a twinkle in his eyes, and a terrifying breath was exhaled from his body.

The two gods standing below the hall felt the man's temperament and shivered.

"The return of the nine emperors... that guy is really high-profile." The man put the phone aside with a faint smile on his mouth, then glanced at the two gods below and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Hearing the man's words, the gods at the bottom of the hall hurriedly knelt down and said in a trembling voice to the man sitting on the dragon chair: "Please also ask Lord Ji Di to intercede for me! Since I was stationed in New York, I have been in Lord Ji Di's house. I commanded to subdue more than half of the gods stationed in the United States! Our loyalty to the Nine Emperors can be learned from heaven and earth, and I hope Lord Jidi understands!"

The man sitting on the dragon chair is one of the Nine Emperors...

The First Emperor!

The first emperor listened to the words of the two, with a faint smile on his face.

"That guy disappeared for five years as soon as he disappeared, and he has only returned in a high-profile manner. I thought you would only come back after I cleaned up all the North American shrines..."

The First Emperor said softly, with a smile in his eyes.

"I gave my order, from today...the branch hall of the shrine that was surrendered to me will be renamed the branch hall of the extreme emperor, and the North American shrine will be raided overnight, and the people or gods who resist... will be killed!"

The voice of the extreme emperor echoed in the hall, causing the two gods below to shake violently.

"Yes!"

Asia, Russia, Moscow Shrine branch.

The corpse of one god was lying on the cold floor, while the other god was kneeling on the ground and shivering.

A handsome man was leaning against the stone pillar at the entrance of the branch hall, breathing the icy air, and flipping through the information on his mobile phone.

At the corner of the man's mouth, there was a sly smile.

In the branch of the Divine Palace behind him, many monks were busy carrying the supplies in the palace.

"It took five years for you to come back... I've had a hard time waiting!" The handsome man put the phone back in his pocket, then turned and walked into the palace.

The god who was kneeling on the ground saw the handsome man walk in, and his eyes were full of fear.

"You, don't come here, the shrine will not let you go!"

The handsome man walked up to the god, looked down at the god, and his eyes were full of jokes, "It's just a god..."

That god pupil shrank suddenly!

Click!

The handsome man twisted the head of the god, and the headless corpse of the god was soft to the ground, and the blood stained the cold hall.

"Master Xuandi, all the resources of the Moscow Branch Shrine have been transferred, enough for us to practice for three months!" A monk with a strong breath came to the handsome man and reported respectfully, without even looking at the fallen corpse. .

"The order goes on, Xuange doesn't need to hide, and directly occupies the entire northern border." The handsome man turned and left, and said lightly.

"Master Xuandi?" The cultivator was taken aback for a moment.

"He is back."

Xuan Xiao's voice was faint, echoing over Moscow.