Chapter 1289 He Is... The Devil Emperor?

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A saint, or the ancestor of the heavenly holy land, actually followed behind a young man who seemed to be in his twenties?

Shui Qinghan didn't dare to think about it, and even didn't want to believe it.

But, when Shui Qinghan saw the eyes of the ancestor of the Bai family, he had to believe that this person who looked exactly like the ancestor of the Bai family even had the same eyes as the ancestor of the Bai family!

Back then, Shui Qinghan was fortunate enough to have looked at the ancestors of the Bai family, and that deep look was something Shui Qinghan would never forget.

The memory of the Bai family birthday banquet will always be engraved in Shui Qinghan's soul.

There is only one person who can make the Patriarch of the Bai family willingly follow behind, in the ancient books read by Shui Qinghan.

Palm the sky, be free, and cultivate to the limitless.

The man who left Xuanxiao Continent more than 5,000 years ago.

Shui Qinghan didn't dare to think about it at all, and didn't even dare to look at Zhang Ziling again.

that person……

how is this possible?

Shui Qinghan's body was trembling, his mouth was dry, and the more he felt the green ink beside him making noise.

So, Shui Qinghan involuntarily slapped Qing Mo.

However, after Shui Qinghan slapped Qing Mo, the excitement in his heart was not relieved at all, instead it became more intense.

Seeing Qing Mo questioning himself, Shui Qinghan could not restrain his excitement again, and slapped Qing Mo with his backhand again.

Snapped!

The loud slap rang in the ears of everyone, and all the disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect trembled slightly, looking at Shui Qinghan in shock, not understanding why Shui Qinghan did this.

Even the disciples of the Demon Palace were stunned, and the development of the matter exceeded their expectations.

Sudden civil unrest?

Qing Mo's face was swollen on both sides, looking at Shui Qinghan angrily and growling: "Shui Qinghan?"

Although Shui Qinghan is a strong man from the Holy Land,

But this is Qingdu City after all, it is the territory of Qingdu Sword Sect, and Shui Qinghan is only the elder of Tianshui Holy Land... Qing Mo could not face Shui Qinghan with a smile after Shui Qinghan slapped him twice.

Shui Qinghan has not reached that level yet.

The big deal is that the fish is dead and the net is broken.

There was more than one elder in Tianshui Holy Land. After that, Qing Mo went to Tianshui Holy Land to dredge with the magic of the magic palace. Even if Shui Qinghan was killed, it would be no big deal.

"Kneel down for me!" Shui Qinghan's face became gloomy and he yelled at Qing Mo.

"Shui Qinghan, do you really think that I don't dare to do anything to you?" Qing Mo was already in grief and anger because of the loss of his son, but now Shui Qinghan added another fire, and the two stimuli added together, causing Qing Mo to directly fry the pot.

Zhang Ziling sat leisurely on the chair, watching the actions of Shui Qinghan and Qing Mo, his eyes were full of smiles.

Zhang Ziling could also see that Shui Qinghan seemed to have guessed his identity.

"I didn't expect that a kid in the Heavenly Palace Realm would know so much!" Zhang Ziling shook his head and smiled, then looked at Shui Qinghan and said, "Hey, that kid, what's your name?"

Hearing Zhang Ziling calling him, Shui Qinghan suddenly felt dead, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and quickly replied to Zhang Ziling: "Hui Mo... Sir, the small and the small are called Shui Qinghan, an elder of the Tianshui Holy Land, I'm here...for sightseeing."

Shui Qinghan casually found a reason for himself and said to Zhang Ziling.

He didn't dare to tell Zhang Ziling that he was here to trouble the magic palace.

The monks in the Demon Palace Dojo were stunned when they watched a few hundred-year-old old man say such words to a young man in his twenties.

This……

The picture is really shocking.

"Shui Qinghan, are you a traitor?" Seeing that Shui Qinghan was so flattering to Zhang Ziling, Qing Mo was furious and roared at Shui Qinghan.

Qing Mo stared at Shui Qinghan, with a terrifying aura surging all over his body, "The Holy Land of Tianshui asked you to come here, but the one who asked you to help us destroy the magic palace, I didn't expect you to be a traitor!"

Shui Qinghan is only at the ninth level of the Heavenly Palace Realm, and their Qingdu Sword Sect has not yet reached the point where they are afraid of Shui Qinghan!

"You bastard!" Hearing Qing Mo's words, Shui Qinghan ran away in an instant, the sleeve of his robe was pulled directly on Qing Mo's body, and Qing Mo was pumped out and crashed into the crowd of Qingdu Sword Sect disciples.

Destroy the magic palace?

Can this kind of thing be nonsense?

After blasting Qing Mo, Shui Qinghan hurriedly knelt down to Zhang Ziling, kept kowtowing to Zhang Ziling, begging for mercy: "Please don't misunderstand, my lord is really here for sightseeing, and there is no other malicious intent!"

Shui Qinghan himself was ashamed of his excuses.

go sightseeing?

Ghost letter!

However, under the extreme panic and shock, Shui Qinghan was able to change his tune and think of an excuse, which was quite remarkable.

If it were replaced by other people who were not calm enough, I am afraid that Zhang Ziling's identity would be exposed directly.

Return of the Devil...

If this kind of thing spreads out, Shui Qinghan can't imagine how much turmoil it will cause in this world!

The war when the Three Hundred Holy Lands Allied Forces attacked the Demon Palace involved... but more than half of the forces in Xuanxiao Continent!

The number of people involved is astronomical!

Blood, I am afraid that it can dye the endless ocean between Shangzhou!

In the dark war three thousand years ago, Shui Qinghanguang felt chills all over his body when he read the descriptions in the ancient books.

After three thousand years, those who have experienced that war and are still alive to the present are all experts in the realm of true martial arts!

But those powerhouses kept silent about the details of the war. Obviously, the mighty war left a psychological shadow on everyone.

Although the Three Hundred Holy Lands won and won the dominance of the Xuanxiao Continent, the magic palace was weakened because of this, but... that was the only time in the history of the Xuanxiao Continent that the victor did not cheer.

Everyone knows that they won because the man didn't come back.

No matter how long it takes, once that person returns...

The fruits of their victory will also wither in an instant.

The people in the Three Hundred Holy Lands understood that they were making a big gamble, betting that the Devil Emperor would not come back, and that the Devil Emperor had already died in the depths of the universe.

Otherwise, once the Devil Emperor returns, more than half of the forces of Xuanxiao Continent who attacked the Devil Palace...

will forever be in the shadow of blood and fire.

Just because, one person.

Shui Qinghan seemed to have anticipated the arrival of blood and fire.

Although almost all of the people who participated in the war had died, the forces left behind by those people were all active in this world.

Those who built on the foundation of the demise of the magic palace, prospered and prospered.

"Shui Qinghan, you have disappointed me too much."

Just when Shui Qinghan was kowtowing to Zhang Ziling and begging for mercy, an old, extremely simple voice sounded in the magic palace dojo.

"It's the same in the face of a mere yellow-mouthed child. It's no wonder that he can't break through to the real martial arts."

Hearing the old voice, Zhang Ziling laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more prosperous.

Hiding behind, the ancestor of Qingdu Sword Sect...

Finally came out.