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The atmosphere around gradually became dull, and Zhang Ziling didn't say anything, but the momentum scattered around him became more and more terrifying...org Yawen

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, felt Zhang Ziling's extremely powerful momentum, and his forehead was sweating coldly, he supported himself on the ground with one hand, and his body trembled violently.

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, felt as if there was a mountain pressing on his back, making him unable to raise his head at all.

Bang!

After a moment, the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin finally could not support Zhang Ziling's terrifying pressure, and he lay on the ground, with bones all over his body clattering, which could be completely shattered at any time.

Zhang Ziling looked at the Emperor of Fengdu, lying on the ground, and the playful look in his eyes remained unabashed.

For Zhang Ziling, there are so many ways to torture a saint.

In Zhang Ziling's eyes, the saints standing at the top of the divine world are just higher-level native chickens and tiled dogs, no different from monks in the mortal world.

Even at the same level, Zhang Ziling can be thousands of times stronger than them.

After entering the Supreme Realm, measuring Zhang Ziling's combat power can no longer be simply compared with the quality of realm and spiritual power.

The supreme Taoist aggregate that Zhang Ziling mastered is a landscape that even the strong emperors cannot touch.

"What are you doing with Ziyou's soul?" After a long time, Zhang Ziling seemed to get tired of it. He removed his pressure on the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin and asked.

Without Zhang Ziling's pressure, the Emperor of Fengdu, the Emperor of Beiyin suddenly felt relaxed and was lying on the ground, gasping heavily. He obviously did nothing, and his bones were even aching. However, the Emperor of Fengdu of Beiyin felt extremely comfortable and wanted to keep in this state.

After experiencing the ultimate pain, for the Emperor of Fengdu of Beiyin, even the pain of being cut into pieces is much more comfortable than the previous extreme depression.

After adapting to his current state for a moment, the Emperor of Fengdu of Beiyin remembered that Zhang Ziling was still in front of him, and he was shocked and quickly said to Zhang Ziling: "The Lord of the Pavilion wants to use Ziyou's soul as a spiritual puppet. I don't know exactly what to use for."

"Spiritual Puppet..." Hearing the words of the Emperor Fengdu in Beiyin, Zhang Ziling narrowed his eyes and a red light flashed.

As the name suggests, a spiritual puppet is a puppet made of souls. If a spiritual puppet takes over a body, it can create an extremely loyal combat machine.

In Xuanxiao Great 6, those puppet masters or corpse-drivers like to make spiritual puppets to give their puppets or corpse-drivers spirituality, thereby improving their combat effectiveness.

But what did Emperor Haotian do with Ziyou's soul?

Zhang Ziling didn't understand this.

After all, eight years ago, if the Evil Emperor wanted to, he could have extracted all Ziyou's souls, rather than just taking away Ziyou's souls and spirits.

But now Emperor Haotian is still coming to take Ziyou's remaining soul...

That can only explain one thing... Emperor Haotian wants to get rid of the control of the Evil Emperor!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziling curled his lips slightly, looked at the Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin and asked, "When was the last time you met the Holy Lord?"

"In the prehistoric period, when Emperor Haotian appeared..." Emperor Fengdu, Beiyin, said honestly.

"How long ago did Emperor Haotian meet the Holy Lord?" Zhang Ziling asked again.

"I don't know much about this... But the Holy Lord has not contacted us for at least a thousand years, and Emperor Haotian also has not seen members of Tiange for more than a thousand years." The Emperor of Fengdu, the Northern Yin, dared not hide anything from Zhang Ziling, and shook out everything he knew.

Although the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu still believes that the Holy Lord is invincible in the world and has the supreme heroic figure... In the eyes of the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, Zhang Ziling has already regarded Zhang Ziling as an existence at the same level as the Holy Lord. Although Zhang Ziling is not as good as the Holy Lord, he is definitely much stronger than him.

Therefore, the Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, dared not resist at all, and only wanted to cooperate as much as possible now to let Zhang Ziling let him go.

"Have you not been in contact for more than a thousand years... According to time, it should be after making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace. He replaced Emperor Haotian and sat in that position." Zhang Ziling said softly, with a red light flashing in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

In any case, a variable like Emperor Haotian is beneficial to Zhang Ziling in this big game.

After all, although this game is a game between Zhang Ziling and the Evil Emperor, this game is an endgame set by the Evil Emperor after all. Zhang Ziling is the backhand and was in an unfavorable state from the beginning. Only by constantly finding variables can the layout of the Evil Emperor be disrupted.

The blood spirit worm is, and the great Emperor Haotian is...

As long as Zhang Ziling masters more variables, the greater the chance of winning in the end.

"Let's just do this for the time being." After figuring out the general matter, Zhang Ziling also stood up, and the throne behind him turned into demonic energy and dissipated.

"Demon, Lord Demon Emperor... can you let me go?" Seeing Zhang Ziling stand up, the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin looked up carefully and looked at Zhang Ziling and asked.

He can't even restore the most basic broken arm now. The Emperor of Fengdu, the Northern Yin Dynasty, is not stupid enough to still think that he is an immortal body.

As long as Zhang Ziling thought, he could let the Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin die at any time.

For the Emperor of Fengdu, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he had no idea of ​​living enough.

There are too many things in this world that I have no time to enjoy. How could the Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, be willing to die?

What's more, the Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, wanted to use the information here to report to the Holy Lord in order to meet the true appearance of the Holy Lord.

Zhang Ziling calmly looked at the hope that emerged in the eyes of the Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin, without saying anything. He just slowly brought the Hunyuan Ring in his hand and turned around and left.

The soul-devouring landed next to Zhang Ziling with the Tianhuang Cauldron, which was shrinking to the size of a palm. He glanced indifferently at the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu who was lying on the ground, and without saying a word, he followed Zhang Ziling away.

Gradually, Zhang Ziling and the figures of Soul-Devouring disappeared into the world.

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, felt that Zhang Ziling had disappeared, and he was still alive. He couldn't help but feel ecstasy on his face. He turned over and lay on the ground, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"

"Demon Emperor... wait for me! I will definitely repay the damage you caused to me today..."

The Emperor of Fengdu, the Northern Yin was swearing poison, but suddenly realized that he was in a shadow.

Above the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin, a giant palm covering half of the sky suddenly appeared, and an extremely terrifying demonic energy scattered around it. The sky of the entire small world began to collapse under the pressure of the giant palm.

Looking at the huge black palm in the sky, the smile on the face of the Emperor Fengdu in Beiyin gradually solidified, and then was covered with a look of despair.

boom!

The black giant palm fell down with a bang, the Emperor of Fengdu and this small world...

Completely annihilated in the demonic storm.
Chapter completed!