Chapter 1289: He is... the Devil Emperor?

A saint, or the ancestor of a heavenly holy land, actually followed a young man who seemed to be in his twenties?
Shui Qinghan didn't dare to think about it or even believed it.
However, when Shui Qinghan saw the eyes of the ancestors of the Bai family, he had to believe that this person who was exactly the same as the ancestors of the Bai family, even the eyes of the ancestors of the Bai family were exactly the same!
At the beginning, Shui Qinghan had the honor to look at each other with the ancestors of the Bai family. The deep eyes were Shui Qinghan would never forget.
The memories of the day of the Bai family's birthday banquet are forever engraved in Shui Qinghan's soul.
There was only one person who could make the Bai family ancestors willingly follow behind in the ancient books that Shui Qinghan read.
Hold the sky, carefree, and cultivate to the limitless.
The man who left Xuanxiao Continent more than 5,000 years ago.
Shui Qinghan didn't dare to think about it at all, even to look at Zhang Ziling again.
that person……
how is this possible?
Shui Qinghan's body was trembling, her mouth was dry, and the more she felt the green ink around her noisy.
Thus, Shui Qinghan involuntarily slapped Qingmo.
However, after Shui Qinghan slapped Qing Mo, the excitement in his heart did not get any relief at all, instead it became more intense.
Seeing Qing Mo questioning himself, Shui Qinghan couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart again, and gave Qing Mo a slap again with his backhand.
Snapped!
Loud slaps blasted in everyone's ears, and all Qingdu Sword Sect disciples trembled slightly, looking at Shui Qinghan in shock, not understanding why Shui Qinghan did it.
Even the disciples of the Demon Palace were dumbfounded, the development of the matter went beyond their expectations.
Sudden civil strife?
Both sides of Qing Mo's face were swollen, and he looked at Shui Qinghan angrily and shouted, "Shui Qinghan?"
Although Shui Qinghan is a strong man from the Holy Land, this is the Qingdu City after all, the site of the Qingdu Sword Sect, and Shui Qinghan is only the elder of the Tianshui Holy Land...It is impossible for Qing Mo after Shui Qinghan slapped him twice. , Will face the cold water with a smile.
Shui Qinghan has not yet reached that status.
The big deal is that the fish die and the net breaks.
There was more than one elder in Tianshui Holy Land. After that, Qingmo took the Emperor Art of the Demon Palace to dredge the Tianshui Holy Land. Even if Shui Qinghan was killed, it would be fine.
"Kneel me down!" Shui Qinghan's face turned gloomy, and he shouted at Qing Mo.
"Shui Qinghan, do you really think I dare not do anything to you?" Qing Mo was originally in grief and anger because of the loss of his son, but now Shui Qinghan added another fire, and the two stimuli combined, causing Qing Mo to blow the pot directly.
Zhang Ziling sat in a chair leisurely, watching the actions of Shui Qinghan and Qing Mo, with smiles in his eyes.
Zhang Ziling could also tell that Shui Qinghan seemed to have guessed his identity.
"Unexpectedly, a kid in the Celestial Realm could know so much!" Zhang Ziling shook his head and smiled, then looked at Shui Qinghan and said: "Hey, that kid, what's your name?"
Hearing Zhang Ziling calling himself, Shui Qinghan suddenly lost his soul, and did not dare to hesitate, and quickly replied to Zhang Ziling: "Return to the devil...sir, the younger one is called Shui Qinghan, an elder in Tianshui Holy Land. Coming here is... for sightseeing."
Shui Qinghan casually found a reason for himself and said to Zhang Ziling.
He didn't dare to tell Zhang Ziling that he came to trouble the Demon Palace.
The monks in the magic palace dojo watched a hundreds-year-old man say such words to a young man in his twenties, and they were all dumbfounded.
This……
The picture is really shocking.
"Shui Qinghan, are you a traitor?" Qing Mo saw that Shui Qinghan was so flattering to Zhang Ziling, and suddenly became angry and roared at Shui Qinghan.
Qing Mo stared at Shui Qinghan, a horrible aura surged all over his body, "Tianshui Holy Land asked you to come over, but let you help us destroy the Devil Palace, but I didn't expect you to be a traitor!"
Shui Qinghan is only the ninth layer of the Heavenly Palace Realm, and their Qingdu Sword Sect is not yet afraid of the Qinghan Shui!
"Bastard thing!" Hearing Qing Mo's words, Shui Qinghan ran away instantly, and the sleeves of his robe were drawn directly on Qing Mo's body, and Qing Mo flew out and crashed into the crowd of Qingdu Sword Sect disciples.
Destroy the magic palace?
Can you talk nonsense about this kind of thing?
After blasting the blue ink flying, Shui Qinghan knelt down to Zhang Ziling in a panic, and kept kowtow to Zhang Ziling, begging for mercy: "Please don't get me wrong, the young ones are really here for sightseeing, and there is no other malice!"
Shui Qinghan was ashamed of his excuses.
go sightseeing?
Ghosts believe!
However, under extreme panic and shock, Shui Qinghan was able to change his mouth, and he was able to think of excuses, which was already great.
If you change to other people who are not calm enough, I'm afraid Zhang Ziling's identity will be exposed directly.
The Return of the Devil...
If this kind of thing spreads out, Shui Qinghan can't even imagine how much turbulence will be caused in this world!
The war in which the Three Hundred Sacred Lands allied forces attacked the Demon Palace was involved... but there were more than half of the forces in the Xuanxiao continent!
The number of people involved is astronomical!
Blood, I'm afraid it can dye the endless ocean between Shangzhou!
In the dim war 3,000 years ago, Shui Qinghanguang felt chills all over the body after looking at the description in the ancient books.
After three thousand years, those who have survived that war and have survived to this day are all powerful in the realm of Zhenwu!
But those strong men kept silent about the details of the original war. Obviously, that mighty war left a psychological shadow on everyone.
Although the Three Hundred Sacred Grounds had won and won the dominance of the Xuanxiao Continent, the Demon Palace was also weakened, but... it was the only war in the history of the Xuanxiao Continent where the victor did not cheer.
Everyone knows that they won because that person did not come back.
No matter how long the time has passed, once that person returns...
The fruits of their victory will wither in an instant.
The people in the Three Hundred Holy Land understand that they are a gamble. They are betting that the Devil Emperor will not return, and that the Devil Emperor has already died in the depths of the cosmos.
Otherwise, once the Devil Emperor returns, more than half of the Xuanxiao Continent's forces that acted on the Devil Palace...
Will always be in the shadow of blood and fire.
Just because of one person.
Shui Qinghan seemed to have anticipated the arrival of blood and fire.
Although almost all of the people who participated in the war have died, the forces left behind by those people are all active in this world.
Those prosperous forces based on the demise of the Devil's Palace.
"Shui Qinghan, you disappointed me too much."
Just when Shui Qinghan kowtowed to Zhang Ziling for mercy, an old, simple and simple voice sounded in the magic palace dojo.
"It's the same in the face of a mere child with a yellow mouth. No wonder it can't break through to the real martial arts.
Hearing the old voice, Zhang Ziling smiled, the smile on the corner of his mouth getting bigger and bigger.
Hidden behind, the ancestor of the Qingdu Sword School...
Finally came out.