Chapter 1248 Despair

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After hearing Zhang Ziling's words, the Jade Pure King seemed to have lost his soul. He didn't even want to repair his broken palm, and stood sluggishly in the void.

All the gods who had recovered their sanity in Kyoto City looked at the sky in silence, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

After the big formation was raised, they completely lost consciousness, not knowing what happened in that period of time.

But when they regained consciousness, what they saw was that most of the gods had become mummified corpses lying on the ground, and the great formation they built together disappeared completely. No fighting spirit.

The gods seem to have woken up from a sleep, and everything around them has changed.

The great formation that gave them hope was no longer there.

And the results they saw, no matter how they looked at it, they lost...

The Demon Emperor won, and all of them.

The shrine will eventually be wiped out.

Thinking of this, endless despair appeared in the eyes of the gods, and many gods had a gray color on their faces, kneeling on the ground in despair, their bodies trembling.

It's over, it's over.

"I...I'm a waste." Yuqingzhen King thought absentmindedly, and suddenly fell from the Great Emperor Realm, that is, fell from the peak to the bottom in an instant. Such a huge contrast made the Jade Purity King completely unable to accept the reality, and he wanted to go crazy.

Looking at the dejected appearance of the Yuqingzhen King, Zhang Ziling knew that the Yuqingzhen King would no longer threaten him.

Without taking care of the Jade Moslem King, Zhang Ziling flew to the top of Kyoto City, overlooking the broken ground below Kyoto City.

The gods and the monks stood together, looking up at Zhang Ziling in the sky with a complicated expression.

Because of the eternal return to the ruins, the city of Kyoto has become a wilderness, and there is no obstacle in sight.

It was very desolate, and everyone could only feel the whistling of the wind.

Gollum!

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The monks are excited,

The gods are...

in fear.

"Gods..."

Does Zhang Ziling's voice reverberate in the sky? The demonic energy is surging, like a surging river, the law manifests, and the avenues roar in harmony.

Incomparably majestic.

The remaining two or three thousand gods in Kyoto City all looked at Zhang Ziling, with infinite fear in their eyes.

The figure of the Devil Emperor had become incomparably tall in the hearts of the gods, like a mountain, overwhelming them.

This is the first time the gods have felt so desperate, with no hope of surviving at all.

In the entire God Realm, it was the first time that the Divine Court of all parties had such a large-scale alliance. All the gods worked together to fight against the enemy, but they were killed by one person without any resistance.

They are not opponents at all.

This time for real...

Ragnarok.

"To this emperor, kneel down."

Just as the gods were in despair, Zhang Ziling's voice sounded in the ears of the gods.

A powerful coercion descended from the sky, pressing on the shoulders of the gods.

The coercion belonging to the emperor made the whole world tremble.

Bang bang bang!

The gods couldn't resist Zhang Ziling's coercion at all, their legs were all bent, and they suddenly knelt on the ground.

At the same time, in the barren land of Kyoto, there was no longer a standing god.

Those monks stared blankly at the kneeling gods, and their minds were still a little dazed.

They didn't feel any pressure at all.

Zhang Ziling's precise control of his aura shocked all the monks.

Zhang Ziling glanced at the monks who were stagnant in the same place, and his eyes gradually became indifferent. Then, with a wave of his hand, endless demonic energy swept across the land of Kyoto, swept all the monks in Kyoto city into the sky and threw them into the distance.

With people and gods standing together, Zhang Ziling was very troublesome to deal with.

Get rid of the monks first.

"Devil Emperor!"

At this time, the Jade Moslem King also turned around and shouted at Zhang Ziling, as if he was going to make a final counterattack.

"Go down and kneel too." Zhang Ziling didn't turn around to look at the Jade Moslem King, but just said that.

When the voice fell, the Yuqingzhen King felt a suffocating coercion attacking him. The Yuqingzhen King could not resist at all, and was directly suppressed from the air to the ground, and the whole person knelt down.

boom!

A huge circular pit was formed around the Jade Moslem King in an instant, and the bones of the whole person were constantly exploding, obviously being squeezed by an extremely terrifying force.

"But, damn... How dare you say that I am a waste... No, unforgivable!" The Jade Moslem King knelt on the ground with a grim expression, the power of the saint in his body was running wildly, and he wanted to burst out.

"Huh?" Zhang Ziling suddenly felt a slight change, and could not help but glance at the Yuqingzhen King kneeling on the ground, but his expression was still calm.

"Ah ah ah! Demon Emperor! I, I... must kill you!!!" The Jade Moslem King shouted, his vocal cords were torn apart, and the violent saint's power surged out of his body, but it was only compressed in a small area. within.

The Yuqingzhen King wanted to resist Zhang Ziling's coercion, but he was still too far behind.

Seeing that the Yuqingzhen King had no chance of struggling, Zhang Ziling no longer cared about the Yuqingzhen King, and summoned Zhang Xiaoyou's remnant soul in front of him.

When the gods saw the abandoned soul suspended in front of the Devil Emperor, the fear in their eyes became more and more intense.

Heaven abandoned the soul, but it needs to be rebuilt with the blood of the gods!

When he thought that he would be used as a sacrifice next, the consciousness of the gods was gradually swallowed up by fear.

"Where are the saints? Come and save us?"

"Devil Emperor, what you do is against the principles of heaven, and you will be punished!"

"Devil Emperor, you must die!"

The gods could not resist Zhang Ziling's coercion at all, and could only kneel on the ground or ask for help, or curse Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling didn't care about the gods asking for help or cursing, and was just making the final preparations for Zhang Xiaoyou's soul remodeling.

The god who was still alive below was the target of Zhang Ziling's blood sacrifice.

In this regard, Zhang Ziling did not have the slightest sympathy in his heart, even though the Lord of Heaven wailed and the sea of ​​blood raged to the sky.

It's just a winner and a loser.

If Zhang Ziling loses today, I am afraid that the earth will forever fall under the rule of the Protoss, and human beings can only be reduced to slaves.

In a big way, it's a battle between races.

Man and God fight.

Once, Xuanxiao Continent also had such battles, before countless epochs.

The gloomy wind howled, Zhang Ziling's demonic energy permeated all around, as if he was washing the souls of the gods.

The consciousness of all the gods began to blur, and the memory began to decline.

What Zhang Ziling wanted was pure blood and soul power.

Therefore, everything that is impure, including divine consciousness and divine power, will be eliminated by Zhang Ziling.

Kyoto has become extremely depressed.

The sky was dark, and the sun, moon, and stars were not seen.

There is only a very small part of the shrine still suspended in the sky at this moment, and the rest of the place is all vaporized because of the ancient return to the ruins array.

The previous saints, in order to avoid the pressure of the Jade Moslem King and Zhang Ziling, and at the same time to better observe the battle between the two, all hid in the shrine and never came out again.

No matter how the gods prayed and cried, none of the saints came out to save them.

No one responded.

"It's really a beautiful picture... The figure of the devil emperor is really fascinated!" Emperor Haotian stood in the main hall of the shrine, obsessively looking at Zhang Ziling standing outside in the void, with a terrifying aura surging around him .

In the hall, dozens of saints were already lying in a pool of blood, their bodies were torn to pieces, and their faces were full of pain.

Only the goddess of nature, Cloris, persisted with her strong vitality, dragging her body without a lower body, crawling through the pool of blood with difficulty, as if she wanted to escape from the shrine.

Her face was full of fear.

At this time, destiny blocked Cloris's way forward.

Cloris raised his eyes to look at Destiny's weird smile, and the fear in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"No, no matter what... Devil Emperor, this world depends on..." Cloris had just transmitted his voice, but before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by destiny and dragged to the depths of the shrine.