In the Golden Dragon Holy Land, Emperor Jiyan and Emperor Xujian were already desperate, completely gave up their hope of escaping and returned to their Daotong stronghold.

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

The leaders of the three hundred holy lands were even more injured and were covered in blood.

In the Golden Dragon Holy Land, there are broken bones everywhere, and the blood stains the earth red.

Although the beautiful emperor-making ceremony of Izana in the sky is very dazzling, the Golden Dragon Holy Land is like a hell on earth, and countless people are wailing.

At the same time, the saints who were teleported to various holy places in the Heavenly Saints and Heavenly Saints also launched bloody slaughtering the three hundred holy places.

Almost in an instant, the defense line of the Three Hundred Holy Land collapsed completely.

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

The building of Wanxiao, Luochen Valley and Zangjian Village also found dozens of saints' sneak attacks!

The Heavenly Saint Shangshu has also become purgatory.

The power of the great way around him gradually poured into Izhanamei's body. Izhanamei's divine body was also washed over and over again, the meridians of the whole body continued to strengthen, and the breath of the whole person almost doubled!

Looking at Izanami's current situation, Zhang Ziling nodded with satisfaction, and then focused his attention on the Golden Dragon Holy Land.

Now that Izhanami's great emperor ritual is coming to an end, the remaining Izhanami can be handled by everyone, and there is no need for Zhang Ziling to help watch.

The three emperors in the Golden Dragon Holy Land have no use value to Zhang Ziling after helping Yizhanamei break through the shackles.

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

After letting Izanami finish it alone, Zhang Ziling waved his hand, and the ladder in the sky and the gate of the way of heaven turned into light spots and dissipated, and the river of the way disappeared.

Zhang Ziling slowly landed on the ground, and there was a demonic energy behind him, and Jin Ying soon appeared in front of Zhang Ziling.

"Master Demon Emperor." Jin Ying saluted Zhang Ziling with a serious face.

Zhang Ziling waved his hand slightly, but did not speak, and walked calmly towards the monks of the three hundred holy lands.

At this moment, Emperor Zixu, Emperor Jiyan and Emperor Xujian had gathered together, staring at Zhang Ziling's figure that was getting closer, and sweating all over.

All the monks from the three hundred holy lands who were still alive hid behind the three emperors, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Although there are countless saints and three great emperors in their 300 holy lands, they still cannot afford the courage to resist when facing Zhang Ziling alone.

In fact, many leaders have thought about the situation after the return of the Demon Emperor and have also imagined countless solutions.

But no matter how they plan, how much preparations they make...

When they really saw the Demon Emperor appearing in front of them alive, the courage in their hearts was disintegrating, leaving behind...

Only endless fear.

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

Everyone stared at the imperial corpse next to Zhang Ziling, and their hearts were full of regret.

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

"Just like this imperial corpse, plus a little pure demonic energy, will lure you all over..."

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

"Have you guys ever thought about the day I will return?"

Zhang Ziling looked at the monks in the 300 holy land and asked with a smile, and Emperor Yinwu's body was burned to ashes and dissipated.

Emperor Zixu's body was trembling slightly. He wanted to resist, but he realized that he could not activate the spiritual power in his body no matter what.

Under Zhang Ziling's powerful pressure, the spiritual power in the body of Emperor Zixu was like a pool of stagnant water, completely uncontrolled by Emperor Zixu!

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

But in Zhang Ziling's hands, Emperor Yinwu's body was easily burned like an ordinary person's corpse.

The monks were silent when they listened to what Zhang Ziling said, and their souls were trembling.

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

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

"Kneel down."

Zhang Ziling whispered, but his voice seemed to be filled with everyone's souls, and exploded deep in their hearts.

The leaders of the Three Hundred Holy Land only felt that they appeared in the boundless wilderness, with an extremely huge shadow covering the sky, and a pair of cold eyes staring at them, making them shudder.

thump……

Suddenly, a saint from a heavenly holy land knelt down at Zhang Ziling, his face full of death.

He had completely given up his hope of life.

With the first one, there is the second one...

Soon, the big men who stood at the peak of Xuanxiao Great Six and could cover the sky with only one hand, knelt down towards Zhang Ziling.

Even the Zixu Emperor, the Emperor Jiyan and the Emperor Xujian who were standing in the front could not withstand Zhang Ziling's pressure, bent their legs and 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 this world, it seemed that only Zhang Ziling was standing alone.

I don’t know when it started, but there was a faint cold wind whistling and the temperature around it dropped sharply.

Zhang Ziling looked at the kneeling monks indifferently, stretched out his hand and let the things that were born in the Heavenly Saint on the Heavenly Saint appear in the sky.

Every picture in the sky represents a holy place among the three hundred holy places.

However, those holy places have turned into ruins, with corpses everywhere.

The leaders kneeling in the Golden Dragon Holy Land soon found their family holy land from the pictures in the air, and their eyes were about to break.

The once prosperous holy land has become ruins, and the tribe members who were alive yesterday have now turned into cold corpses.

Even the Never-Sleep Tower, Luochen Valley and Zangjian Village were not spared!

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

The monks kneeling in the Golden Dragon Holy Land became more and more desperate when they saw countless saints still slaughtering their tribe members.

The Demon Emperor... This is to kill them all!

The three emperors' eyes turned blood red, staring at the ruins of their own Taoist dynasties in the air, and their bodies could not stop trembling.

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

Zhang Ziling, who wants the people from the three hundred holy lands, completely fall into the abyss of despair!

In this Golden Dragon Holy Land, there is a breath of despair everywhere.

"Demon Emperor!" Emperor Zixu roared at Zhang Ziling, bleeding and tears flowing out of his eyes, "I killed all the people in the Demon Palace, and it's nothing to do with those people! Why do you want to kill them?"

Hearing the roar of Emperor Zixu, Zhang Ziling looked at Emperor Zixu calmly, his eyes getting colder and colder, and he asked, "What did the Demon Palace do to you in the past?"

boom!

Behind Zhang Ziling, billions of souls suddenly appeared, and the roar of ghosts filled this world.

"What did the innocent people who were involved in this war do?

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

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

All are back!

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Chapter completed!