Chapter 1653: Souls of the Dead!

In the Golden Flood Sacred Land, Emperor Jiyan and Emperor Xujian were in despair, completely gave up hope of escaping, and returned to their orthodox stronghold.

Emperor Zixu is now on the verge of collapse, and most of the monks he brought died under his imperial prestige.

The leaders of the Three Hundred Holy Lands suffered heavy casualties and blood.

In the Golden Flood Sacred Land, mutilated corpses were everywhere, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Although Izanami's Emperor Cheng ceremony in the sky was very dazzling, but the Golden Flood Sacred Land was like a hell on earth, with countless people crying.

At the same time, the saints who were sent to the major holy places by the heavenly sages also carried out a bloody massacre on the three hundred holy places.

Almost instantly, the defenses of the Three Hundred Holy Lands completely collapsed.

No force can resist the joint attack of more than a dozen saints!

Bu Ye Lou, Luochen Valley and Cangjian Village even found dozens of saints to sneak attack on them!

Heavenly Saints have already turned into purgatory all over China.

The power of the Great Dao around him gradually poured into Izanami's body, and Izanami's divine body was also washed over and over again, the meridians around her body continued to strengthen, and the breath of the whole person almost doubled!

Looking at the current situation of Izanami, Zhang Ziling nodded in satisfaction, and then turned his attention to the Golden Flood Sacred Land.

Now Izanami's Great Emperor Ceremony is coming to an end, and the rest of Izanami can handle it by herself, without Zhang Ziling's help to watch over it.

And the three great emperors in the Golden Flood Sacred Land, after helping Izanami break through the shackles, are no longer of any use value to Zhang Ziling.

The rest... is Zhang Ziling's revenge for the thousands of dead souls in the Demon Palace.

After leaving Izanami to finish alone, Zhang Ziling waved his hand, and the ladder in the sky and the gate of the heavenly way turned into light spots and dissipated, and the river of the great way disappeared.

Zhang Ziling slowly fell to the ground, there was a surge of devilish energy behind him, Jin Ying soon appeared in front of Zhang Ziling.

"Lord Devil Emperor." Jin Ying saluted Zhang Ziling respectfully with a serious face.

Zhang Ziling waved his hands slightly, without saying a word, and calmly walked towards the three hundred monks in the Holy Land.

At this moment, Emperor Zixu, Emperor Jiyan and Emperor Xujian had gathered together, staring at Zhang Ziling's approaching figure, sweating all over his body.

The monks of the three hundred holy lands who were still alive all hid behind the three great emperors, their bodies trembling slightly.

Although there are countless saints and three great emperors sitting in their three hundred holy lands, they still couldn't muster the courage to resist Zhang Ziling alone.

In fact, many leaders have thought about the situation after the return of the Devil Emperor, and have imagined countless countermeasures.

But, no matter how they planned and prepared...

When they really saw the Devil Emperor appear alive in front of them, the courage in their hearts was broken, and what was left...

Only endless fear.

The tower behind everyone cracked open, revealing the body of Emperor Yinwu, and flew to Zhang Ziling.

Everyone stared at the emperor's corpse next to Zhang Ziling, full of regret in their hearts.

It was such a corpse that led them into the endless abyss.

"Just such an emperor's corpse, with a bit of pure devilish energy, has attracted all of you here..."

A black flame ignited in Zhang Ziling's palm, and then fell on the body of Emperor Yinwu, devouring it.

"You guys, have you ever thought about the day I return?"

Zhang Ziling looked at the monks of the Three Hundred Holy Lands and asked with a smile. The body of Emperor Yinwu was burned to ashes and dissipated.

Emperor Zixu's body trembled slightly, wanting to resist, but found that he couldn't stimulate the spiritual power in his body no matter what.

Under Zhang Ziling's powerful coercion, the spiritual power in Emperor Zixu's body was like a pool of stagnant water, completely out of Emperor Zixu's control!

Although Emperor Yinwu is dead, his body is still the body of an emperor, and its strength is comparable to that of divine gold...

But in the hands of Zhang Ziling, the body of Emperor Yinwu was easily incinerated like the corpse of an ordinary person.

All the monks were silent when they heard what Zhang Ziling said, and their souls trembled.

No one dared to speak, and even breathed cautiously, and the surroundings were extremely silent.

Looking at the silent three hundred monks of the Holy Land, Zhang Ziling's pupils gradually turned scarlet, and the devilish energy surged all over his body.

"Kneel down."

Zhang Ziling spoke softly, but his voice seemed to pour into the souls of everyone and explode deep in their hearts.

The leaders of the three hundred holy lands only felt that they appeared in the boundless wilderness. There was a huge black shadow covering the sky, and a pair of cold eyes stared at them, making them shudder.

thump……

Suddenly, a sage from a heavenly holy place knelt down to Zhang Ziling, his face was ashen.

He had completely given up hope of life.

With the first, there is the second...

Soon, those big figures standing on the top of Xuanxiao Continent, whose hands could cover the sky, all knelt down before Zhang Ziling.

Even Emperor Zixu, Emperor Jiyan and Emperor Xujian standing in the front couldn't bear Zhang Ziling's coercion, their legs bent and they knelt down.

The sky gradually became dark, and even Jin Ying, who was behind Zhang Ziling, took a few steps back and knelt down towards Zhang Ziling.

In the world, it seemed that Zhang Ziling was the only one standing there.

I don't know when it started, there was a faint howling wind, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Zhang Ziling looked at these kneeling monks indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, the events that happened in the Heavenly Sacred Divine State were displayed in the sky.

Every picture in the sky represents one of the three hundred holy places.

However, those holy places have been turned into ruins, and there are corpses everywhere.

A group of leaders kneeling in the Golden Flood Holy Land quickly found their own family Holy Land from the pictures in the air, their eyes tearing open.

The once prosperous holy land has turned into ruins, and the clansmen who were alive yesterday have all turned into cold corpses at this moment.

Even Buyelou, Luochengu and Cangjianzhuang were not spared!

In the sky of the three hundred holy places, it was extremely dark, and blood and fire were everywhere.

The group of monks kneeling in the Golden Flood Sacred Land saw that countless saints were still slaughtering their clansmen, and their hearts became more and more desperate.

The Devil Emperor... This is to drive them all to extinction!

The eyes of the three great emperors became blood red, staring at the ruins of their own lineage in the air, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the desperate expressions of the crowd, Zhang Ziling's mouth curled up into a satisfied smile, and his eyes became more and more indifferent.

Zhang Ziling, who wants three hundred people in the Holy Land, is completely plunged into the abyss of despair!

In this Golden Flood Holy Land, there is an atmosphere of despair everywhere.

"Evil Emperor——!" Emperor Zixu yelled at Zhang Ziling, with blood and tears in his eyes, "I killed the people in the Demon Palace, and it has nothing to do with those people! Why did you kill them?"

Hearing Emperor Zixu's roaring question, Zhang Ziling looked at Emperor Zixu calmly, his eyes became colder and colder, and asked, "What did the Demon Palace do to you back then?"

boom!

Behind Zhang Ziling, hundreds of millions of souls suddenly appeared, and the roar of ghosts filled the world.

"Back then... the innocent people who were involved in this war by you, what did they do?"

Zhang Ziling asked coldly, one after another the souls of the dead who died three thousand years ago appeared in the Holy Land of the Golden Flood Dragon, and the cold wind was already howling in the Holy Land.

The souls of the dead are all over the sky, and those who have died are all under the influence of Zhang Ziling's law of death...

All come back!

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