Chapter 1781 (1/2)

All around, there was a dead silence.

All people look at Zhang Ziling dully, the brain becomes a blank.

Zhang Ziling just said that sentence, like a nuclear bomb, exploded in front of the public!

The devil From the lower world?

How could that be possible?

The inferior spiritual power of the lower world is of poor quality, coupled with the shackles of the natural realm, the lower bound friars practice to the highest level when they hold the heaven.

Moreover, every once in a while, they would go down and harvest a wave of the strongest ones in the lower world, and the monks in the lower world could not grow up at all.

Under such restrictive conditions, how can a lower bound friar cultivate himself to a Taoist master?

Just thinking about it, people feel that they are suffering from respiratory failure and can't believe this fact.

The monks didn't dare to imagine the next thing. The dozens of daozun who stood up now were more like eating excrement and were pale.

They never thought of how many slaves they had killed in front of the devil emperor. The next moment, the devil said that he was from the lower world?

At the moment, many daozun have an impulse to cry.

Now, I've made a big mistake And those who did not stand out, and those who wanted to move but did not have time to do so, were very lucky at the moment, sighing that they were lucky not to stand out!

If those words were said in front of the devil emperor, I'm afraid it would be too much to die dozens of times.

Plop The dozens of daozuns knelt down toward Zhang Ziling, their faces gray and their eyes filled with despair.

”The devil Forgive me, forgive me I, we know wrong

Now they have no time to be shocked and wonder whether the devil emperor is from the lower world, and they have to start to worry about their own lives.

The devil emperor is the friars of the lower world, and they have just killed a large number of lower world imperial orders, and even scolded the slaves of the lower world in front of the devil emperor.

What's the difference between this and looking for death?

Zhang Ziling looked at the group of daozun kneeling on the ground indifferently, and the color of fun in his eyes became more and more rich.

In fact, to this extent, Zhang Ziling has no need to vent his anger. The people in Antarctic city have paid a huge enough price.

If Zhang Ziling, by virtue of his powerful strength, could easily make the Imperial ranks of the lower boundary become the nobles in this area, and make the people in the Antarctic city become slaves.

However, if Zhang Ziling did that, there would be no change in the status quo at all. It was just that the former slaves would become superior and the superior people would become slaves.

With this development, after countless eras, the class will return to the present situation. When another strong man is born, what is happening now will happen, which will make the class alternate and constantly reincarnate.

If he does this, he will lose the original meaning.

What he wants is that there is no longer a lower world and a higher world.

Today, nantiange is submissive, and the gate is probably afraid to jump. The emperor Tianyuan Daojun of the Antarctic palace is also dead. The whole force is completely abandoned.

Zhang Ziling now wants to control the entire Antarctic sky, can be said to be easy.

But first of all, what he has to do is Resurrect all the imperial friars who have been erased.

Those friars came from the lower world. Naturally, there would be a sense of mutual identity. Zhang Ziling also tended to use those people to assist him.

The south pole sky needs the imperial order friars of the lower boundary and the two major gates of the Antarctic city to jointly manage and balance each other.

Although the imperial friars' strength is low now, as long as they have enough resources and training time, their strength will soar, and they will soon be able to catch up with nantiange and dienmen.

The breath of the road of time began to diffuse around, and the time began to flow around Zhang Ziling. Under the shocked eyes of the friars in Antarctic City, only those imperial monks who had been wiped out were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.