Originally, people were already prepared for Zhao Chu's defeat, but Zhu Sanfu and Chao Hongqian looked unhappy and added to the flames that burned Lin Zongkun.
Even Mujueshan, who had just demolished half of Linlu City, was ready to speak out, at least to save Zhao Chu's life first.
Others even felt that Zhao Chu had been completely defeated.
Even everyone in the Northern Realm could only smile bitterly.
certainly.
They were not too worried about Zhao Chu's life safety. After all, the powerful Qingjie Holy Land had already come out of the mountain.
You can take another breath.
The whole world is so silent that it is about to crack.
The tea table is still there.
The remaining tea in the tea cup is still lingering with wisps of hot steam.
The tea drinker at the tea table has disappeared.
And in the distant sky, four figures representing death stretched out their bowstrings and took 12 dark arrows of death.
The names of those arrows are Dao Wen.
Origin Tao Pattern.
…
"There are still 34 seconds left. Do you have any last words?"
Four Zhao Chus, four condescending expressions of contempt.
Lin Kun's first disciple was covered in cold sweat and was in a hurry. The strange moment made him panic.
I only have 11 original Dao patterns, but my opponent suddenly has 12 original Dao patterns.
This is simply an outrageous move.
How is that possible!
Panic!
Lin Kun's first disciple was really in an unprecedented panic.
"You don't have to prepare to escape. You can't be faster than me."
"And you haven't practiced any defensive magical powers. The more than 20 inherited Dao patterns you have left are messy and have no defensive power at all."
Zhao Chu smiled calmly.
"this……"
Lin Kun was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, he finally realized.
Although I am missing one of his original Dao patterns.
But I have more than 20 weaker inheritance patterns.
It's a pity that because I gave up on cultivating all the magical powers of natural selection, those 20 inherited dao patterns cannot be condensed as desired, and I can only wave them around randomly.
In this way, he has completely lost his only means of saving his life.
"No, you... you are just a Nascent Soul, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
Under severe fear, Lin Kun's first disciple was trembling all over.
He prayed.
Zhao Chu was bluffing.
"Are people who come out of seclusion really that stupid?"
Zhao Chu slowly exhaled.
One of the four clones looked up at the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Swords that was about to be crushed, with some mockery on his lips.
There are all kinds of people in the world.
When you reach a certain height, you will find it.
The existence of fools does not distinguish between strong and weak.
Some people are really strong just because they are lucky.
In this bizarre world, there are always a lot of idiots who are contributing to all kinds of absurd farces.
jump!
jump!
jump!
The sound of the bow string vibrating caused a dark crack to appear in the space.
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Immediately afterwards, there were three more sounds of vibrating bow strings.
Zhao Chu was not far from Lin Kun's first disciple.
In an instant, one after another, the jet-black arrow dragons swallowed fear and dominated life and death.
The luster of the arrow tip is like the flowers of death blooming in hell, or like the kiss of a female ghost whose face has been corrupted.
Lin Kun's first disciple was panicked, but he still used the 11 original Taoist patterns that he was proud of.
Just surrender? Impossible!
pity.
Under the attack of terrifying arrows, one after another the original Dao patterns were shattered.
When all his Dao patterns were asleep, his chest had been pierced, a huge transparent hole, which also meant that his internal organs had been shattered.
puff!
Lin Kun's disciple suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He lowered his head and stared at the hole in his chest, not believing that he... was on the verge of death.
Through the hole.
At the end of Lin Kun's line of sight was Zhao Chu's cup of tea that had not yet cooled down.
The lingering freshness seemed to be an understatement of ridicule.
That was the look in the eyes of the eleven disciples of Qing Jie.
At this moment, the eleven disciples of Qing Jie picked up the teacup again.
"Now, I ask you again, who do I think I am?"
"What qualifications do you have to execute me on behalf of the Holy Land of Green Tribulation? What qualifications do you have... to dare to threaten to seek an explanation from the Holy Land of Green Tribulation?"
"In the spiritual realm, we usually stand high above, overlooking the common people, and all the common people are like ants!"
"Lin Zongkun, I have now cut off most of your natural selection in the spiritual realm, what can you do? Are you satisfied with the taste of this ant?"
Zhao Chu drank tea leisurely and looked up at the sky, his mood waning.
These words seemed to be spoken to the dying Lin Kun's disciple, and he seemed to be talking to the unrecognizable Lin Zongkun. A second look revealed that he was actually talking to himself.
"People in the two holy places remember that one day, all of you... will end up like this!"
Boom!
The tea cup shattered.
The barrier of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Swords is also in pieces.
Zhao Chu's sword light flashed, and among the shattered barrier fragments, the head of Lin Kun's disciple flew high into the sky, and a line of blood, like blood stains in the sky, told the catastrophe of Lingkun Holy Palace today.
…
silence!
The whole world is shocked, it is unparalleled in the world.
A head at the peak of natural selection can best explain the horror of Zhao Chu's Nascent Soul realm.
There is no sound in the whole world.
Who can not be afraid of such a strong person?
Warm tea kills natural selection.
It's time for a cup of tea. Before the tea is cold, the head of Tian Selection has been severed.
How terrifying this talent must be.
…
"There are 12 original Dao patterns. Did the junior disciple start to smelt the Dao patterns from his mother's womb? He is in the Yuanying realm and has not been burned to death by the divine pupil?"
Chao Hongqian was stunned and her breathing was a little stagnant.
Not only him, but also Zhu Sanfu couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He has seen many geniuses of all kinds, but this is really the first time he has seen an outstanding monster like Zhao Chu.
"Haha, not bad!"
Mujueshan walked and demolished all the way, and they had already arrived at the Demon Antelope Hall in Linlu Holy Land. There was an aura of inquiry from there, and Mujueshan was too lazy to move forward.
He looked back at the scene of Zhao Chu killing Lin Kun's leader, and his face was full of joy.
Who would have thought that Junior Brother Eleven could really kill this man.
At this time, the little white sheep behind Mu Jueshan looked at him dissatisfiedly, with a resentful little expression, as if to say: Demolition captain, please give me a bath quickly.
…
"This beast deserves to die!"
Yu Min'en and Qiao Chufeng were now even more wary of Zhao Chu, and they were filled with anger again.
A year ago, the two natural selections who went to the northern realm could clearly kill this person with one finger, but they underestimated the enemy and allowed him to grow to such an extent. They simply regretted it.
"This...fortunately I only supported some weapons and materials, not the main force, otherwise...it would be a catastrophe!"
Xuan Fengzi in the Xuanjie domain was frightened for a while.
In terms of strength, he is evenly matched between the Mysterious Realm and the Spiritual Realm. Among his own disciples, there is no one as strong as Lin Kun's first disciple.
If the eleven disciples of the Blue Tribulation go to the Holy Palace of the Mysterious Realm, they will become wolves among the sheep, and no one can stop them.
…
"Xiaosan, you are so fierce!"
Ji Dongyuan kept speechless.
Zhao Chu's terror has already exceeded everyone's imagination.
Even Shen Fusheng, Jing Qingsu and others can't fully understand Zhao Chu's current strength.
They only know one thing.
A strong man who has cultivated 39 Dao patterns can crush himself to death with just one finger.
And such a strong man was beheaded by Zhao Chu in just a cup of tea.
How terrifying.
…
Next breath.
Zhao Chu captured Lin Kun's second son and Lin Kun's third son again.
No matter how they begged for mercy, Zhao Chu calmly cut off the two heads.
I said that if we kill all Lin Kun's seven descendants, none of them will be able to escape.
At the foot of Lin Kun Holy Land, countless monks were already frightened.
With just a simple look from Zhao Chu, countless monks were thrown into chaos. The monks fled like flies, and even had a ridiculous incident of trampling on each other.
"It turns out that in your eyes, the northern realm looked like this."
Zhao Chu looked at the monks fleeing for their lives and smiled absurdly.
He couldn't help but think of a year ago.
At that time, in the Northern Territory, facing two natural selection realms, they were not even qualified to escape.
…
"Blue Crane!"
Suddenly, Zhao Chu raised his head and shouted calmly.
Chirp!
In less than a second, Qinghe spread out his huge wings and appeared in the sky above Lingkun Holy Palace.
"Follow me to demolish the Holy Palace!"
Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves, and in the next breath, his body appeared at the foot of the Lingkun Holy Palace.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, an indescribably huge monument bloomed with unprecedented brilliance and descended from the sky.
Boom!
The deafening loud noise fell, like a monstrous war hammer swung down by an angry god.
The first palace of Lingkun collapsed instantly, and the terrifying air waves shook and rippled, crushing all the nearby houses layer by layer.
Outside the mountain gate, many disciples looked at this place from a distance, and their eyes were about to split.
In their residence, there are many treasures that they have worked hard to accumulate.
The capacity of the Qiankun Ring is somewhat limited, and it is inappropriate for monks to bring too many treasures when they go out, so many disciples choose to store their treasures in the Lingkun Holy Palace.
Who would have thought.
What was once the safest place in the world has suffered such a catastrophe today.
The smoke and dust were billowing like a huge gray mushroom, rising slowly, making the mountains thousands of miles around tremble and causing dark cracks to appear in the space.
Zhao Chu looked like a black ant under the mushroom cloud.
But now, who dares to underestimate this ant?
After a few breaths, the mushroom cloud slowly dissipated, but the violent aura in the air had not yet dissipated.
The air is still a little distorted, but the monks can already see everything inside.
Deep pit!
An incredibly huge pit appeared in the place where the first palace of Lingkun Holy Palace used to be.
Looking down from the sky, the mountains of Lingkun Holy Palace look like a gap in an apple that has been bitten.
The once splendid building has completely become a passing thing.
clatter!
clatter!
The silence of the entire Xiajiutian world made everyone forget to breathe, forget about sound, and forget about everything.
At this time.
A figure walked slowly and unhurriedly to the center of the huge pit.
I saw his palm gently placed in the center of the giant pit, and then, a rotten broken sword rose into the sky.
Sword marks.
The world is in mourning.
A sword mark accurately divided the land into two.
Then, the blazing nine-colored glow caught people off guard, and their eyes still hurt.
treasure!
There is a cave beneath the earth.
There are endless treasures as far as the eye can see, various magic weapons, various ores, various jade boxes containing elixirs, and various jade bottles containing elixirs.
It's all over the place, and you can't even see the end of it.
"Damn it!"
Lin Zongkun spurted dozens of mouthfuls of blood, and his eyes nearly bulged out of anger.
"It's amazing. Junior Brother can even find the location of Lin Zongkun's treasure house. I admire you, I admire you!"
The sect's treasure house is generally a secret treasure that conquers the heaven and earth. Coupled with the superposition of various hidden formations, the Lingkun Holy Palace is the inner axis of the Holy Palace, making it even more secretive.
Who would have thought that the fundamental reason why Zhao Chu demolished the First Holy Palace was to open the treasure house.
"Qinghe, send these things back to the northern realm!"
Zhao Chu flicked his finger, and the Qingjie Order expanded again, like a fishing boat.