Chapter 1654: Three Hundred Holy Land, destroy!

The undead roared, and the heroic souls who died in battle were lined up neatly in the air wearing armor and holding long swords.
The monk of the Three Hundred Holy Land stared at the sky in a daze, his eyes lost, and his heart was filled with despair.
Those monks who have experienced the war three thousand years ago have now become the high-levels of the great sacred places, with all the powers above the real martial level.
But they all knelt in this golden sacred land.
Everyone watched the return of the warrior of the Devil's Palace that they had killed before, and their eyes were splitting. Some monks were even scared to death and their souls were imprisoned!
The three emperors knelt on the ground, staring at Zhang Ziling, with endless hatred in their eyes.
They already knew that Zhang Ziling had come prepared, not only were they unable to get out of this golden sacred place today, even the outer traditions were probably razed to the ground by Zhang Ziling's subordinate saints.
"The Devil! I curse you not to die!" The Great Emperor Zixu roared at Zhang Ziling, "The gods will take everything from you, and will leave you with nothing again!"
"The King of God, will help us get revenge!"
Zhang Ziling looked at Emperor Zi Xu calmly, not paying attention to his roar.
Now that the old lair of the ancient gods in the Xuanxiao Continent has been razed, their three hundred holy grounds are at most a remnant, and they can't even turn a small wave.
Zhang Ziling's attack on these three hundred holy places was purely to give an explanation to the dead heroes in the magic palace.
Without responding to Emperor Zixu, Zhang Ziling turned to look at the dead soul in the sky, eyes deep to the extreme.
Su Xiaoxuan, who was hiding in the distance, stared blankly at the shocking scene in the sky, and was too shocked to speak.
Ever since she followed the Devil Emperor, she has encountered shocking events one after another.
The souls of the dead three thousand years ago are still alive in this world?
"All heroes..."
Zhang Ziling's voice echoed in the sky, the roar of the dead souls gradually disappeared, and all the heroic souls looked at Zhang Ziling.
A heroic soul in armor walked to the front of the dead soul, fell to the ground, and knelt down towards Zhang Ziling.
"Angel of the Devil's Palm, Tianqing Devil, Wentian, welcome the return of the Devil Emperor!"
Afterwards, another heroic soul with a strong aura fell to the ground, knelt down towards Zhang Ziling, and shouted loudly: "The Third Army under the Angels of Demon Palace Town, and the Chief Secretary of Ten Thousand Demon Gong Yun, welcome the return of the Demon Emperor!"
"The Twelfth House of the Fifth Army under the Royal Angels of the Devil Palace, the demon of the town palace, General Blood, welcome the return of the Devil Emperor!"
"The Palace Patroller..."
"Magic..."
One after another, powerful spirits fell on the ground, announcing their titles to Zhang Ziling, and their voices were calming.
This is their glory!
The monks of the Three Hundred Holy Land looked at the endless heroic soul in horror, their bodies trembling violently.
Those titles used to be their nightmare.
They seem to have seen the warriors and soldiers of the magic palace three thousand years ago.
At the beginning, a warrior in the magic palace could give birth to more than five monks of the same rank, and the saints of the magic palace could force the emperor.
In order to destroy the Demon Palace, the Three Hundred Holy Land paid an extremely heavy price. It was a tragic war that no one of the Three Hundred Holy Land cultivators wanted to look back on.
Some of them have seen with their own eyes, a patrolling magic envoy of the Demon Palace Heavenly Palace realm swallows an elder in the True Martial Realm of Three Hundred Holy Land.
They have also seen that the Demon General of the Demon Palace Town is alone, slashing tens of thousands of monks in the Three Hundred Holy Land!
There is also the Sword of the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Slaying the Saint, the palm of the angel is the sage to stand alone against the Great...
There is also the Immortal Emperor Tayue... fighting against the Five Emperors alone.
The devil’s soldiers have created one legend after another, but there are too many people in the Three Hundred Sacred Lands, too many saints, and the betrayal of the devil’s palace by the star picker and the star swallowing emperor, the devil’s fate is ultimately inevitable...
Although the devil's palace is dead, those horrifying achievements are forever engraved in the soul of the three hundred holy land monks.
The monks in the Three Hundred Holy Land thought that they had forgotten those terrifying scenes, but when they saw the sky full of dead souls...
The fear in the deep memory of the dust, all gushing out at this time.
Zhang Ziling looked at the thousands of undead kneeling to him, his eyes were already moist.
In fact, Zhang Ziling has a lot to say, but a thousand words came to Zhang Ziling's mouth, and finally only turned into one sentence:
"I am back……"
Three thousand years is too long, the bones of the warriors in the magic palace are no longer there. Now these are called dead souls, but they are just a ray of consciousness.
Zhang Ziling could not revive them long ago.
The only thing Zhang Ziling can do for them now is revenge.
The reason why the consciousness of many demon warriors is unwilling to disperse is to wait for Zhang Ziling's return and to see the Demon Emperor suppress the Three Hundred Holy Lands and avenge them.
Now they saw the return of the Devil Emperor and the three hundred holy land monks kneeling on the ground. Their wish...
Already.
The heroic souls cried loudly, crying loudly.
On this day, they waited for three thousand years!
Zhang Ziling turned around, looked at the monks in the Three Hundred Holy Land indifferently, and shouted:
"Soldiers...you will accompany this emperor for the last time, to vent the anger that has been accumulated for three thousand years! Follow the emperor...kill--!"
"kill--!"
The eyes of the dead souls all over the sky were red, and the whole body was filled with devilish energy. Under the blessing of Zhang Ziling's devilish energy, they obtained the entity!
Shout and kill!
The world is turbulent!
Endless souls are like a sea, rushing to the monks in the Three Hundred Holy Land!
The monks of the Three Hundred Holy Land watched the overwhelming souls rushing, and there was endless fear in their eyes.
"Damn it!" Emperor Zixu, Emperor Jiyan, and Emperor Xujian wanted to resist, but Zhang Ziling was ruthlessly pressured. The three palm-handed demon officers swung their swords away, breaking the defense of those three!
In almost an instant, the dead souls of the Demon Palace had torn apart the formation of the monks of the Three Hundred Holy Lands, and the world was stained with blood.
The monks who were beheaded by the dead souls also became dead souls, fighting with the warriors in the magic palace in the sky.
The two torrents interlaced, shouting and killing.
Zhang Ziling silently looked at the dead souls fighting in the sky, tears falling along his cheeks.
This is the only thing he can do for the soldiers of the magic palace.
From today, the Three Hundred Holy Lands...
Will be completely destroyed.
Jin Ying still knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the three emperors being attacked and killed by countless undeads, and finally fell to the ground with exhaustion, blood flowing.
The three great emperors standing at the top of the Xuanxiao Continent turned into dead souls, fighting in the air, obliterating waves of ghosts of the demon palace soldiers, and even the powerful ones with the demon rank were also beheaded by the three great emperors. Extinct.
However, there were more and more heroic souls in the magic palace, but the aura of the three great emperors became weaker and weaker.
The dead souls of the monks in the Three Hundred Holy Lands were all wiped out by the heroic souls of the soldiers of the magic palace, and the heroic souls of the soldiers of the magic palace were also becoming fewer and fewer.
The whole Jinjiao clan was killed in a dim sky.
I don't know how long it took, the dead souls of the three great emperors finally exhausted, and they were beheaded by the ten evil masters.
The monks of the Three Hundred Holy Lands are all gone.
After killing the three great emperors, the demons showed relief expressions on their faces, and turned around to salute Zhang Ziling, before turning into light and dust and dissipating.
The dead souls all over the sky disappeared, leaving only a ruin, with a few dozen people in Jin Ying's line.
Zhang Ziling silently looked at the ruins in front of him, the air still filled with a strong smell of blood.
Without speaking, Zhang Ziling turned and left.
On this day, Heavenly Sage goes to Shenzhou...
Half of the people.