Chapter 1283: Nine Saints

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The main hall of the Demon Palace!

Zhang Ziling sat lazily on the gilded jade chair, calmly watching the scenery outside the hall, without saying a word.

An Bei and Ren Tian stood beside Zhang Ziling, one on the left and one on the right, their bodies straight, their eyes looking straight ahead, motionless.

It's like they're waiting for someone.

Gu Changqing had no idea what the situation was now. He had been facing the current situation since he followed Zhang Ziling into the main hall of the Demon Palace.

The hall was very quiet. As the person with the lowest cultivation level here, Gu Changqing didn't dare to speak, but stood silently at the side of the hall, waiting for everything quietly.

ten minutes!

One hour……

After three full hours like this, Zhang Ziling was still sitting on the chair, propping his chin with one hand, without saying a word.

An Bei, like Ren Tian, ​​was a wooden man for three hours.

Gu Changqing who was on the side of the main hall did not dare to move, but the situation in the main hall was about to drive him crazy.

During this period, Gu Changqing could occasionally hear the roar of monsters coming from the mountains behind the main hall, and the whispers of some demon palace disciples outside.

But these voices made the atmosphere in the hall even more strange.

However, the heavy atmosphere in the hall made Gu Changqing understand...

Here, something big is about to happen.

Just when Gu Changqing was about to lose his hold, he suddenly noticed several extremely terrifying auras coming from the sky above the Demon Palace, which made Gu Changqing's face change drastically.

"Palace Master?"

Gu Changqing looked at Zhang Ziling in panic and cried out.

But when Gu Changqing saw Zhang Ziling's extremely indifferent expression, he was suddenly stunned.

Senior seems to...know that those people are coming.

Such thoughts welled up in Gu Changqing's mind, he swallowed slightly, and couldn't help but look outside the hall.

At this moment, at the entrance of the main hall, there were already nine old people standing side by side.

These old people are either wearing divine gold armor, or wearing silkworm jade clothes, with a terrifying aura, and they are not angry and majestic.

When Gu Changqing saw those nine people, his body began to tremble violently, and his eyes were full of fear.

Among the hundreds of millions of kilometers of Tianxuan Upper Divine Land, there are thirteen most powerful holy places that command hundreds of millions of living beings in this Tianxuan Upper Divine State.

Every holy place represents supreme power, and there are many geniuses and monsters in the family, with incomparable strength.

Among these thirteen families, a random second-rate disciple from any holy place would probably be able to crush all the geniuses in Qingdu City!

And those geniuses, holy sons and saints, can easily crush all the elders of the Demon Palace when they come out!

And the nine people who appeared at the entrance of the main hall of the Demon Palace at this moment...

Gu Changqing saw it in the portrait.

The patriarch of nine of the thirteen top-level holy places that rule Tianxuan Shang Shenzhou!

Each of them has the power to decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings with just a word, and the power to shatter hundreds of millions of miles of territory with a random stomp!

These nine people are all saints!

but……

After Gu Changqing saw these nine people appear, he was shocked to find that they were just standing outside the hall, neither moving nor speaking.

"Gulu!"

Gu Changqing swallowed hard, sweating all over his body, he didn't dare to look at those nine people again.

Their aura is really too terrifying.

Unable to bear the prestige of the nine saints, Gu Changqing quickly shifted his gaze to the top of the hall and landed on Zhang Ziling, wanting to know what Zhang Ziling would do?

After the appearance of the nine saints, Zhang Ziling's eyes were still extremely indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.

Anbei saw the nine people standing outside with complicated expressions.

Those nine people used to be the mainstay of the Demon Palace, holding the power of the Demon Palace.

However, when the Demon Palace was besieged by the five emperors of the Three Hundred Holy Lands three thousand years ago, not everyone swore to resist like An Bei.

The thirteen clans in the Devil's Palace resisted to the end, and after seeing that the Devil's Palace had no hope, they gave up their resistance and signed a contract with the Three Hundred Holy Lands to leave the Devil's Palace forever.

It is precisely by doing this that they can preserve their lineage and develop freely, so that they can become the giant they are now.

Seeing these people, Anbei kept thinking of the scene of his bloody battle against Qingdu.

In fact, Anbei didn't blame the thirteen clans for their surrender.

Even, their surrender had the meaning of An Bei.

After all, there is no need for them to die in Qingdu with the Demon Palace.

Facing the five great emperors, the power of the thirteen clans, no matter how strong they are, are nothing but ants in front of the great emperors.

Three thousand years ago, the destruction of the Demon Palace was already a certainty.

It doesn't make any sense for them to stay.

Anbei watched the nine people open their mouths, but in the end they couldn't speak.

The master didn't speak, and Anbei didn't dare to presume, but just waited quietly.

Zhang Ziling looked at the nine old people calmly and did not speak, but the atmosphere around him was getting heavier and heavier.

So far, only nine people have come.

Lin Mofan, the Great Star Pickering Emperor, Ye Zhiqing, the Immortal Star Swallowing Immortal Emperor, and four of the thirteen clans did not show up after Anbei summoned them.

Among the nine old people, six are actually still in retreat, and there are even four of them who are at a critical moment of cultivation, which must not be interrupted!

But when they received Anbei's summons, they were all frightened to the point of death, and regardless of their own cultivation progress, they rushed out of their closed area and hurried towards Qingdu City.

They all thought that Anbei was dead long ago, and that the Devil Emperor would never come back.

However, when they received Anbei's summoning talisman, the nine elders who held the highest power in the Xuanxiao Continent suddenly panicked like children who had committed a crime.

The clansmen in the Holy Land didn't even understand why their ancestors suddenly became so flustered and rushed towards Qingdu City recklessly.

For the nine saints who have been in high positions for a long time, now they are standing in front of the hall, and every minute is suffering.

When they saw the young man sitting in the hall, their fear of the Devil Emperor, their excitement for the Devil Emperor's return, and various emotions were all mixed together.

Five thousand years.

In fact, they all had some sort of premonition in their hearts. One day, the Devil Emperor Zhang Ziling will finally come back.

They waited for five thousand years.

Now, they waited for another hour at the gate of the main hall.

Still standing outside the hall were nine people.

"It seems that they won't come." Zhang Ziling whispered, his voice echoing in the hall.

His tone was cold.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's voice, Anbei's body shook violently.

Anbei could hear the endless killing intent in Zhang Ziling's tone.

This time the call, if they come...maybe they can save their lives.

But for the four families that didn't come, Anbei is sure that they will be...

Genocide!

"Come in."

Finally, Zhang Ziling's voice rang in the ears of the nine people. The voice was not loud, but it was very cold and commanded.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, the nine saints finally showed a look of determination on their faces. They all took a deep breath, trembling their legs, and stepped in.