Chapter 1338: Clan Extermination

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The surrounding atmosphere became more and more heavy, Zhang Ziling didn't speak, and no one around dared to speak.

Zhao Wuwei's three patriarchs knelt on the ground trembling, not daring to look up at Zhang Ziling, their eyes were full of fear.

The process of waiting for execution is always tormented.

I don't know how long it took, but Gu Tianming finally couldn't bear the pressure, lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Master..."

"Go in and talk."

Zhang Ziling flicked his sleeves slightly, interrupted Gu Tianming's conversation, and walked straight into the cave.

The three ancestors looked at each other, and finally sighed deeply, got up and followed behind Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling's tone was devoid of emotion, and the three of them knew that if they followed the master in, they might never come out again.

Still, they had to go.

All the Zhao family watched Zhao Wuwei and the three follow Zhang Ziling into the cave, before they realized what Zhang Ziling was going to do, the entire Zhao family holy land was filled with an unimaginable murderous aura.

Zhao Wuxin's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly looked back, only to see densely packed people standing in the sky of the Zhao family's holy land, their momentum agitated.

Seeing those murderous monks, Zhao Wuxin felt ashamed and said in a trembling voice, "The Zhao family... is over."

Standing in the sky of the Zhao family's holy land are the ancestors of the other nine heaven-level holy lands, and the strong men of their clan.

The blades in the hands of those strong men are still stained with blood, and the spiritual power in their bodies is still churning... Obviously, people from the nine major families have already visited the Jin family, the Wang family and the Gu family.

Now, only their Zhao family is left.

Zhao Wuxin also thought that after Zhang Ziling brought the ancestor into the cave, he would run away with the flames of the Zhao family in order to preserve the roots of the Zhao family...

But from now on...

The Devil Emperor never gave them a chance to escape.

The reason why the Devil Emperor waited outside for so long...is to allow the clans who are dealing with the other three major families to have enough time to come over.

Facing the Nine Great Clans,

More than 20 saints... Zhao Wuxin, who had closed the imperial magic circle, didn't have any capital to resist at all.

"kill."

A cold word was spit out from the mouths of the nine ancestors, and the strong men behind them rushed towards the Zhao family one after another, raising their butcher knives mercilessly,

Puchi, puchi...

Before the Zhao family could even cry out, they were dead.

The scarlet blood of the Zhao family dyed the entire Holy Land red, making everyone terrified.

The smell of blood rushed straight to Jiutian.

"No, don't..." Zhao Wuxin looked helplessly at the Zhao family children who were ruthlessly massacred one after another, and his heart was full of despair.

He was suppressed by the six saints at this moment, and the sharp blade pierced his chest mercilessly.

Even the saints who were suppressed by Zhao Wuwei were also greeted mercilessly by the saints of the nine clans, and the holy land was stained with blood.

Compared with the bloody scene in the Zhao Family Holy Land, the cave is very quiet.

Zhao Wuwei and the others knew what was going on outside, but...at least from their faces, they couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

They all know that fate is doomed.

Zhang Ziling walked in front alone, and Zhao Wuwei followed behind. Everyone was very quiet and no one spoke.

Soon, Zhang Ziling came to the entrance of the other courtyard where Zhao Wuwei lived and stopped.

Seeing that Zhang Ziling had stopped, Zhao Wuwei and the others hurriedly stopped, not daring to overstep.

At this moment, they seemed to have become Zhang Ziling's servants again.

Zhang Ziling looked at the other courtyard in front of him calmly. The structure of the wooden house and the other courtyard was exactly the same as the place where he used to live.

Zhang Ziling paused for a long time, then sighed faintly, opened the door and walked in.

Zhao Wuwei and the three quickly followed.

In the middle of the yard lay a corpse frozen in ice, and the entire yard was covered with a layer of ice.

Zhao Wuwei and the others didn't feel it just now, but when they stepped into the yard, they felt a biting chill hit their faces.

"Old Wang?"

Seeing Wang Zhi's death, the three of them immediately exclaimed.

They can be sure that there is no one else in this cave except them, and even if Wang Zhi committed suicide by falling into a demon, with Wang Zhi's spiritual power attribute, the final result should be to burn himself, no matter what. May appear in this biting chill!

That ice cube that looks like profound ice for thousands of years can never be made by Wang Zhi!

But, if it wasn't Wang Zhi, then who did it?

The three looked at Zhang Ziling quickly, but they were aware of their situation, so they didn't ask in the end.

No matter how Wang Zhi died, he must die eventually.

So do they.

"It's a pity for this crooked peach tree." Zhang Ziling didn't seem surprised that Wang Zhi was frozen by Xuan Bing, but expressed his regret for the withered peach tree, and then sat on the stone bench of the crooked peach tree.

Zhao Wuwei and the others stood in front of Zhang Ziling at a loss, full of fear.

Because Wang Zhi's piece of profound ice was frozen, the air in the courtyard was very cold.

Even the saints Zhao Wuwei, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming felt an unbearable chill.

They couldn't tell whether the chill in the yard came from Xuanbing, or...

from lord.

Involuntarily, they remembered the time when they were taken out of the slums, the dead man's pile, and the slave market by the master.

At the beginning, they were very grateful to the master and vowed to be loyal to the master for the rest of their lives.

Can……

People change.

Zhao Wuwei regretted it, regretted it very much... He felt that he should not have betrayed the master.

But, if Zhao Wuwei is given another chance to start over...

Zhao Wuwei found that he still couldn't let go of the Zhao family.

Even if the Zhao family is destroyed in his own hands, Zhao Wuwei is not willing to hand over the Zhao family.

Selfish?

"Master... I don't ask Master to forgive me, I don't ask Master to let me go..." Zhao Wuwei looked at Zhang Ziling and said in a trembling voice, tears streaming down his face.

"Small, the little one just asks... the little one can cook another bowl of porridge for the master."

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming's bodies shook, and then trembled violently.

Muddy tears kept falling from their eyes.

Ten thousand years ago...

The three teenagers once watched a teenager carefully cook a bowl of medicinal porridge for a month. Watching the young man hand the porridge to a young man, he only asked the young man to smile.

Thinking of those past events, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming burst into tears.

everything……

I can't go back.

Zhang Ziling calmly looked at Zhao Wuwei, who was rather terrified, without showing any emotion in his eyes.

Seeing that Zhang Ziling didn't agree, Zhao Wuwei became extremely old, his inner shrine shrank, and his aura began to decline rapidly.

Soon, Zhao Wuwei couldn't even stand still, and completely turned into an ordinary old man.

Zhao Wuwei abolished his cultivation.

"Wuwei, go cook six bowls of porridge."