Chapter 1967: All Emperors Fade
Hua Wuxing watched Zhang Ziling kill one emperor monk after another in the sky, but his mood gradually calmed down.
Although Zhang Ziling's massacre of the imperial ranks this time will shake up the entire Wanlong Empire and reshuffle countless forces, but for Wanhua Palace, they are the ones with vested interests!
At present, Zhang Ziling mainly kills the monks of the imperial rank, the monks of the holy rank survived, Huayin was rescued by Hua Wutang, and all the holy ranks of Wanhua Palace are safe and sound, living well in Hongfeng City.
The strength of Wanhua Palace has basically not been damaged.
Without the support of the emperor rank, the other forces will definitely be in chaos internally, and the resources occupied by their sects will not be able to take care of them.
At that time, their Wanhua sect can take advantage of this opportunity to quickly expand their territory and strengthen their strength.
The other Taoist gods hiding in Hongfeng City also had this idea, so they didn't take any action to stop Zhang Ziling, and they were happy to watch the show.
"Old Ancestor, what do you mean by saying that the Devil Emperor is too confident in his own strength?" Hua Yin glanced at Zhang Ziling in the sky, and then asked Hua WuXing.
Hua Wuxing said with a smile: "The Devil Emperor is a Dao God. There is no doubt about it. Judging from the strength that the Devil Emperor has shown so far, he is only at the beginning level of a Dao God. Let him count some trump cards. The mid-level god is already in the sky."
"And what he is holding now is the relic of Daoji! It is a treasure that even a supreme existence like Daoji needs. The Devil Emperor is only the first level of Daoist God. Although he can be regarded as a strong man, in this Great Desolate Continent, even In this Eastern Xuanzhou, there are too many people who can kill him."
"Even today, we Dao Gods are jealous and suspicious of each other, and we are unwilling to take action against the Devil Emperor, but we will eventually set our sights on the Devil Emperor."
"At a certain time in the future, we discuss cooperation and join hands to attack the Devil Emperor. That will be the time when the Devil Emperor dies."
Hua Wuxing carried it on his back with both hands, and Zhang Ziling was no longer in his mind.
"Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the forest wind, but he is still so insolent with the relics of Daoji, the devil emperor can't go far."
Hearing her ancestor's evaluation of Zhang Ziling, Huayin couldn't help but nodded, and the only trace of worry in her heart dissipated.
When Hua Wuxing was talking with Huayin, there were no more than ten emperor ranks alive in the sky above Hongfeng City. A large amount of emperor rank blood was sprinkled in Hongfeng City, and strong blood energy permeated the surroundings.
The chains all over the sky have become the life-threatening talisman of the emperors.
Many local monks in Hongfeng City encountered those emperor-level blood, and by chance, they absorbed a large amount of blood energy, and their strength soared.
The entire land of Hongfeng City has also become extremely abundant in spiritual power, and Hongfeng City seems to have a tendency to become a treasure land!
Leaving aside Zhang Ziling's supreme height, the emperor rank is actually considered a top-level powerhouse on the Great Wilderness Continent, and even the holy rank can be sideways.
After all, Yinglong has practiced for 100,000 years, but he is still no more than the emperor rank.
This time because of Zhang Ziling, too many imperial ranks gathered in Hongfeng City, almost all of the Wanlong Empire came!
And Zhang Ziling once again beheaded these emperor-rank monks. The blood of the emperor-rank monks contained a lot of spiritual power, and the blood of more than 30 emperor-rank monks was irrigated to Hongfeng City, which made countless monks in Hongfeng City Profit.
Many monks have directly raised a big realm, and some monks whose cultivation skills are similar to those of the fallen emperor ranks, even their talents have been transformed by the blood of the emperor ranks, which has been greatly improved, and even inherited some of those emperor rank monks. ability!
Quite a few cultivators got great benefits inexplicably, and there was a lot of exclamation in Hongfeng City for a while!
And those disciples under the command of the emperor rank monks all looked at the sky dully, with despair on their faces.
They could no longer imagine how far their sect would fall after the fall of the pillar of their own sect?
Shangguan Xun, who was beside Ying Long at this moment, also absorbed the blood of a monk of the imperial rank, a large amount of spiritual power poured into his body, his strength level soared, and there was a faint tendency to break through to the holy rank!
Seeing the changes in Shangguan Xun, Ying Long's heart moved, he cut open his finger with spiritual power, squeezed out a drop of golden blood, and sent it into Shangguan Xun's body.
"grown ups?"
Sensing a large amount of spiritual power pouring in from outside, Shangguan Xun suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Ying Long in disbelief.
"Don't be in a daze, run the exercises quickly, and take this opportunity to break through the holy rank in one fell swoop." Ying Long said gently to Shangguan Xun.
After being enlightened by Zhang Ziling, Ying Long also understood what he should do. Now he no longer expects himself to represent the peaceful coexistence of the monster race and the human race.
All he wants now is to have a good start with Hongfeng City.
Shangguan Xun is the lord of Hongfeng City. As he becomes stronger, his status in the human race will increase accordingly, which is also beneficial to the dragon.
Shangguan Xun was full of gratitude, and he didn't dare to waste time. He let his spiritual power dissipate, and quickly closed his eyes and used his kung fu to break through with all his strength.
With the blood of a large number of powerful emperors and Ying Long's blood essence, it is not too difficult for Shangguan Xun to break through to the holy rank this time.
Soon, Zhang Ziling killed the last emperor monk in the sky, and the strong smell of blood was already irritating to the ears and noses.
However, the monks in Hongfeng City didn't care about this at all, and frantically absorbed the blood in the air to improve their strength.
"This……"
Huayin stared blankly at the corpses of the emperor-level powerhouses on the ground. Although she was protected by her ancestors, she still felt the boundless shock!
There are more than thirty emperor monks who came to Hongfeng City this time!
But now, except for her being protected by two other emperor-level Youdao gods who survived, the rest of the emperor-levels all died suddenly!
In the past 100,000 years... such a tragedy has never happened in the Wanlong Empire!
"Hehe! The guy in the imperial palace is probably going to explode with anger this time. The empire has lost so many emperor-level powerhouses. It is absolutely impossible for the Great Martial Holy Kingdom to let go of this opportunity of the Wanlong Empire's emptiness. It will definitely attack on a large scale. !"
Hua Wuxing said so, but there was no worry in his eyes.
Even if the Great Martial Holy Kingdom invaded, it would bring catastrophe to countless forces, but for Wanhua Palace, it would have no effect at all, and even Wanhua Palace could take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune!
The Wanhua Palace is one of the top sects in the Wanlong Empire, with Taoist gods in charge, even the Wanlong Empire can't control the territory of the Wanhua Palace. Stupid enough to trouble Wanhua Palace.
In a war between two empires, whichever side has one more Taoist god can determine the direction of the victory of the war.
The other dao gods in the dark were also gloating, and they didn't mean to worry about the Wanlong Empire at all.
They stepped into the realm of Taoism and were almost invincible in the world. They didn't care about other things except the sect they inherited and improving their own strength!
After almost finishing all the emperor ranks, Zhang Ziling stood alone in the void, looking at the Red Maple City below calmly, without any waves in his eyes.
It was as if some insects had been crushed to death.
At this time, Xiaohun came out from nowhere, sitting on Zhang Ziling's shoulders, shaking his snow-white feet, his watery eyes scanned the bottom, and asked Zhang Ziling: "Father, there are still a few Taoist gods down there. Aren't you going to solve it together?"
"You can kill one or two, but it's not necessary..."
Zhang Ziling chuckled, his eyes fell on Hua Wuxing, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's not good for me to show too much strength. If they don't want to kill themselves, let them go back like this."
"After all, I still need them to confirm my record, and then make me...'famous'."
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