Chapter 1335 Always So Naive
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There was a dead silence around, Zhao Wuxin's words were like a depth bomb, blowing up the minds of the people around them.
This young saint who came to kill...
Is it the Devil Emperor?
What are you kidding?
No one dared to believe what Zhao Wuxin said.
Because everyone understands what the Devil Emperor's return means...
They also participated in the siege of the Demon Palace by the Three Hundred Holy Lands!
It can be said that their hands are also stained with the blood of the children of the Demon Palace.
The saints did not believe that the Devil Emperor would be indifferent to the decline of the Demon Palace and would let them go.
"Gulu!"
The owner of Youlong Valley swallowed slightly, and looked at Zhang Ziling carefully, the anger in his whole body was gone, completely replaced by fear.
The owner of Youlong Valley looked at Zhang Ziling's young appearance, and felt that there was endless power surging in Zhang Ziling's body, and his whole body began to tremble slightly, and asked Zhao Wuxin in a trembling voice: "Patriarch Zhao, tell me ...it's not true!"
However, Zhao Wuxin didn't care much about the performance of the saints. After all, in his opinion... the outsiders who are in the Zhao Family Holy Land today will all die.
Zhao Wuxin clapped her hands and said loudly: "Okay, boys, let's go!"
The whole land began to vibrate violently, this small world shone with dazzling light, and a mysterious aura filled the whole world.
In the underground cave of the Zhao Family Holy Land, Zhao Wuwei, Wang Zhi, Jin Ruofan, and Gu Tianming stood in the courtyard of the wooden building, staring at the images coming from the Zhao Family Holy Land, their eyes never leaving Zhang Ziling.
The four of them were shaking from fear and excitement.
This is the first time they have resisted the master, and it is also the first time they have put it into action.
They were unwilling to let the master take back the power they had worked so hard to build, so they set up a trick and wanted to bury the devil emperor who had not recovered his cultivation here!
"Old Wang...we,
Can it work? "Jin Ruofan asked hoarsely with trembling voice.
Obviously, after Zhang Ziling entered the Zhao Family Holy Land, they observed Zhang Ziling the whole time.
Although Zhang Ziling's displayed strength completely surpassed the category of a saint, Jin Ruofan had always been faintly worried.
He was afraid that the prophecy Wang Zhi got was false.
Master's cultivation has not been damaged at all!
Wang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot at the moment. After Zhang Ziling arrived at the Zhao Family Holy Land, he did not blink. Zhang Ziling's return made him both excited and scared.
"We have no turning back!" Wang Zhi growled, "Failure means nothing, and you all know the consequences!"
"The burial place I was looking for was the emperor's tomb, and I got that scrap of paper from the emperor's bones!" Wang Zhi's eyes were red and his body was shaking violently, "I believe that prophecy is true, You see, the master has not directly suppressed us with great strength!"
"We have already reached this level. It is undoubtedly a complete betrayal. It is impossible for the master to treat us as servants. If the master's cultivation is still there... I am afraid that we have already been slapped to death by the master. Absolutely It will not keep us until now. This also confirms the correctness of the prophecy on that page!"
"For traitors, I believe the master will not be sympathetic."
Wang Zhi's tone was impassioned, and the tension in the hearts of the other ancestors could not help but eased a little.
Wang Zhi is right!
If the master's cultivation is still there, he will never keep them until now.
They both miss the Devil Emperor and don't want the Devil Emperor to return. This kind of complicated emotion has been tormenting them, almost causing them to have demons in their hearts.
However, no matter what the result is, as long as today is over... everything will end.
Either the four of them will be destroyed, or they will bury the master here, cut off everything in the past, and enter that ruthless state.
In the Zhao Family Holy Land, the power of the emperor-level killing formation has been fully demonstrated, the sky is filled with colorful light, and the mysterious lines are displayed in the emperor, and everyone is wrapped in it.
The remaining saints had no time to think about Zhang Ziling's identity at this moment. The power of the emperor's killing formation also oppressed them, making them breathless and sweating profusely.
Obviously, since Zhao Wuxin dared to tell those saints about Zhang Ziling's identity, he had already decided not to let these saints who came to celebrate his birthday leave the Zhao Family Holy Land.
In the emperor rank killing formation, as long as it is not the emperor, Zhao Wuxin can kill whoever he wants!
Although it took most of the Zhao family's accumulated resources over the past three thousand years to open the big formation, and even the Jin family, Wang family, and Gu family have invested a lot, but in their view, all of this is worth it.
As long as the master is beheaded, no matter how much the loss is, they are willing!
The corpse of the Devil Emperor is more precious than anything else!
"Old Zhao, is there something wrong with your emperor-rank killing formation?" Jin Ruofan saw the terrifying power of the emperor-rank killing formation in the Holy Land, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he felt a little uneasy.
Zhao Wuwei frowned, looked at Jin Ruofan and asked, "Why?"
"Look at the master...he doesn't seem to be affected at all in the emperor-level killing formation." Jin Ruofan pointed at Zhang Ziling with a trembling finger, "If the master's cultivation is damaged, he should feel the pressure at this moment."
As soon as Jin Ruofan said these words, the atmosphere in the cave instantly froze.
"Could it be that... Wuxin hasn't exerted the power of the killing array on the master?" Zhao Wuwei explained in a trembling voice.
However, Zhao Wuwei's explanation did not ease the surrounding atmosphere, but made the atmosphere in the cave more and more heavy.
Zhao Wuwei's explanation was too pale.
They all know... Once the emperor-level killing formation is activated, as long as the enemies in the formation, no matter whether they are targeted or not, they will feel great pressure.
The state of the saints like the valley master of Youlong Valley is the normal performance in the emperor-level killing formation.
"Zhang Ziling, this place will soon become your burial place, what do you think?" Zhao Wuxin didn't know what the ancestors in the cave were talking about, nor did he notice Zhang Ziling's strange state.
He absolutely believed in the prophecy of the ancestor, saying that if the Devil Emperor's cultivation was completely lost, then the Devil Emperor's cultivation would be completely lost!
After all, the ancestors have lived for nearly ten thousand years. They have experienced too many things. Without absolute certainty, they will not act indiscriminately.
Thinking that the ancestors might have already celebrated in the cave, the smile on Zhao Wuxin's face became more and more intense, and she looked at Zhang Ziling and said with a smile: "I grew up listening to your stories, senior, and I also thought about it before. How powerful and terrifying senior is."
"However, judging from it now... the thought of senior being about to die under my hands makes me tremble with excitement." Zhao Wuxin smiled, her hands trembling slightly because of the excitement, the power of the imperial rank killing formation lingered around Zhao Wuxin , "It turns out that the supreme being of that era in the past, from now on...is nothing more than that!"
"Father's birthday that was disturbed by the seniors, I will organize it again for my father... As for you, you have already been eliminated by this era, so you should die obediently."
Zhao Wuxin pointed at Zhang Ziling, and the emperor-level magic circle condensed a cloud of thunder in the sky. The suffocating colored thunder surged in the sky, causing the space to fluctuate.
Zhang Ziling was unmoved by the thunder cloud condensed from the imperial killing formation, and looked at Zhao Wuxin with a smile in his eyes.
"Children...after all, they are children, and they always think things too naively." Zhang Ziling shook his head with a smile.
"Wuwei, son, Ruofan, destiny..."
Zhang Ziling's cold voice began to echo softly around.
"Don't peek from below, come out."
"I'm back."