The entire Mysterious Realm is in chaos. The Holy Palace, which used to be prosperous and sacred, has become a dark and strange place of disaster.
The pouring black rain was still pouring down crazily, with no end at all. Black creeks spread out in all directions. The vegetation along the way dried up, and it seemed that even the soil had died.
right!
All life was cut off.
"Young hero, stop it. I agree to your request. Double compensation, I agree!"
Not getting a response for a long time, Xuan Fengzi turned around anxiously.
The consequences are getting more and more out of control. In another minute or two, the cultivation level of Yuanying disciples will inevitably decline. By then, the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation will be broken, and it will be a fight to the death.
Indifferent.
Above the clouds in the Xuan Realm, even though Xuan Fengzi had surrendered, Zhao Chu was completely indifferent.
He is like a cold executioner who doesn't care about the screams of a prisoner. Killing is his bounden duty.
…
"The divine characters of Dao are really powerful. This kind of scourge really shouldn't exist in the world!"
Yu Min'en gritted his teeth.
"If Lin Zongkun's [curse] had such an effect, why should we be so passive and lose everything?"
Qiao Chufeng's palms trembled with anger.
It would take about four hours for Qiao Chufeng's false Taoist characters to corrode one's cultivation in the Natural Selection Realm.
As for Zhao Chu's Taoist Divine Words, if there are no accidents, ten minutes is enough.
Most of the Yuanying realms who maintain the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation are Yuanying Dzogchen, and the Yuanqi is a high-level peerless genius. After only about 3 minutes, they can no longer hold on.
Those ten natural selections cannot last long at all.
…
"Yan Shilun, where are the support materials you prepared? It's not too late to send them out now."
Fu Baimo chuckled.
"What kind of supplies, old man, please stop joking around. Once again, I am not the kind of villain who bullies the weak."
Yan Shiluan scolded angrily.
But anyone can see the fear on his face.
yes.
Who wouldn't be afraid? If Fu Baimo hadn't stopped him, his war supplies from Yan Shi Lun would have been sent to the two holy places.
At that time, will he also be blessed with three blessings and roasted? The Holy Palace in the Flame Realm may also be trampled by the Blue Tribulation Eleven. How terrifying.
"Yan Shilun, if you can listen to Fu Baimo's dissuasion, you will be truly blessed."
The Holy Lord of the Eastern Realm smiled.
"Nonsense, that's because I know everything and it has nothing to do with Fu Baimo."
Yan Shiluan argued.
"The mouth is tougher than that of a duck."
The Holy Lord of the Western Realm sneered.
…
In the distance, Xuan Fengzi was about to collapse.
If all these core disciples were killed in battle, his losses would be even more horrific than those of Lin Zongkun.
If the things and treasures are gone, you can slowly accumulate them, and you can go to the outer axis ring realm to plunder, but if the people are gone, the mysterious realm will not be able to raise its head in 1,000 years.
Moreover, most of these disciples are members of his own bloodline.
Can't die.
At least they can't all die.
"three times!"
Suddenly, Xuan Fengzi let out a hysterical roar, and the billowing sound wave was like an invisible wild dragon, shattering the space along the way.
Fight hard.
After weighing the pros and cons, Xuan Fengzi risked his life.
What a big deal.
People were shocked.
"The eleven members of the Blue Tribulation, if you are not satisfied with three times the compensation, then... my clan members will have no choice but to fight to the death with you!"
The dog rushes up the wall.
Zhao Chu's indifference has forced Xuan Fengzi to a desperate situation.
Even if you slaughter all my people, my Mysterious Realm will still leave you with unforgettable scars.
…
Mysterious realm!
The disciples who maintained the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation also came back from despair.
Since there is no retreat, let's fight to the death.
The bodies of the Ten Great Natural Selections were already filled with bitter murderous aura.
The devil in the sky remained indifferent.
Three times the compensation, he...is still not satisfied.
…
pain!
The severe pain was like a torrential wave, constantly attacking every pore in Zhao Chu's body.
There is no end.
There is no end.
There is no end.
He was like a fool who sacrificed himself to the evil god, exchanging his pain for the evil god's curse.
three times?
Even if it was thirty times greater, it would be impossible for Zhao Chu to pay attention to it.
Under the unprecedented severe pain, Zhao Chu had already lost his mind.
"Wake up, it's over!"
At this moment, Hong Duanya suddenly appeared in the demon mirror.
He shouted angrily, like a slap in the face, making Zhao Chu's mind go blank. Then the thousands of suppressed stars in his pupils began to shine brightly, and Zhao Chu's thinking completely returned.
Sweating in cold sweat, I practiced to the point of becoming a master.
Zhao Chu trembled with his palms and just took deep breaths in a daze, just like this.
Numbness, fear, greed!
"Senior Hong, thank you for saving me."
After a while, Zhao Chucai thanked him with a dry throat.
That's right.
If it weren't for Hong Duanya's scolding, and if Qiu Hao's suicide note had continued, Zhao Chu would have ended up being shattered into pieces together with the formation.
He underestimated the horror of Qiu Hao's suicide note, and even more underestimated the power of the curse in the Taoist script.
Speaking of Potian, he is still in the Nascent Soul realm.
"If you want to use Qiu Hao's Suicide Note next time, you must wait until you break through natural selection, or the power of your spiritual thoughts breaks through the second level. Otherwise, treat it as a defensive magic weapon, and it is forbidden to use the Dao Mark Divine Word again."
Hong Duanya said coldly.
"Junior understands."
In fact, no need to tell Hong Duanya, Zhao Chu also knew the powerful relationship between them.
If he breaks through natural selection, the power in Qiu Hao's suicide note cannot be drained from him.
If his spiritual power reaches the second level, he will have the ability to cut off the connection with Qiu Hao's suicide note at any time.
The third level of spiritual power is still not enough.
At a certain moment just now, Zhao Chu actually came back to his senses. He wanted to stop, but he was powerless.
…
it's over!
Suddenly, the black rain in the sky stopped inexplicably.
Seeing that the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation was about to be shattered, at this moment the dark clouds dispersed, and people seemed to see the dawn, which was unprecedentedly warm.
Afraid.
Everyone has lingering fears.
Not to mention the 1,000 Nascent Soul disciples, even the ten Natural Selection Elders were breathing heavily, feeling like they had saved their lives in vain.
…
"Three times, it's not bad."
Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves. He was too lazy to pay attention to the people in the Xuan Realm and returned directly to the Northern Realm.
"well!"
Youyou let out a long sigh. At this moment, Xuan Fengzi seemed to have aged ten years.
What could he do if he could not live for his own sin? Under the witness of the Holy Land of Qingjie, Xuan Fengzi swore a heavenly oath and promised to send compensation to the northern realm within three days.
…
The dust has settled.
it's over.
The overwhelming invasion of the two holy places ended completely in such an absurd way.
The weak fight against the odds and win, while the strong fail miserably.
…
"Xuan Fengzi, is it painful?"
Xuan Fengzi was devastated and returned to the place where the Holy Lords gathered.
At this time, Yan Shilun ran over and patted Xuan Fengzi on the shoulder with sympathy.
"nonsense!"
Xuan Fengzi glared at Yan Shilun.
This old bastard obviously donated war materials, but why did he withdraw it midway?
Could it be that this idiot knows how to tell fortunes?
"Let's be open-minded. As the saying goes, money is something external to the body, and today's pain is nothing at all."
Sighing and shaking his head, Yan Shiluan comforted him sincerely.
Xuan Fengzi let out a long sigh. At this moment, he was at his most vulnerable. A simple sentence of comfort made his heart warm.
"Today's pain is indeed nothing. After all, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... you will be in more pain, so painful that you will not want to live, haha."
"I let you, an old bastard, take the credit with ulterior motives, haha!"
Yanshi Lun's face was full of gloating.
"I want to kill you!"
Xuan Fengzi's face was full of murderous intent, and he was pulled away by everyone after trying to say whatever he wanted.
Fu Baimo rolled his eyes at Yan Shiluan. This guy has a small belly and behaves well even if he gets an advantage.
…
"Disciple, I've suffered so much for you!"
Zhao Chu returned to the northern realm, Shen Fusheng and the others had tears in their eyes.
No one thought that we would survive in the end, and no one thought that Zhao Chu, the son of a miracle, would once again create a miracle.
"Xiaosan, my second brother is leaving, and you will be all alone in the future. Take care of yourself and avoid marrying as many wives as you can."
The figures of Ji Dongyuan and others were getting more and more scattered, and they were about to activate the Yunxiao Formation.
Bang!
Zhao Chu didn't say much else, he hugged Ji Dongyuan tightly.
Starting from Xiangfeng Wuyuan sharing a bottle of inferior spiritual fluid, there was no need for words between the two brothers.
"Promise me, stay alive and come back alive. We will avenge the Northern Realm. We will go to the Xuanbing Fairyland together, find Lao Wangtou, and we will drink."
Zhao Chu patted Ji Dongyuan hard on the shoulder.
"Yes, your second brother is lucky!"
Ji Dongyuan also patted Zhao Chu hard on the shoulder.
"Second sister-in-law, take good care of him."
Zhao Chu patted Liu Yueyue on the shoulder, smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, he is different from you. He doesn't dare to bother."
Liu Yueyue smiled, while Zhao Chu was still a little embarrassed.
"Sister-in-law, Lao Wangtou is doing well in the Xuanbing Fairyland, and you must do well too. From now on, we will go find him together."
Walking to Tang Duanying's side, Zhao Chu nodded solemnly.
"When you have time, go and see Qing Xuanle. She died once for us. In the final analysis, we are just taking advantage of you. She actually died for you."
Tang Duanying thought for a while and explained to Zhao Chu.
"……Um!"
After a while, Zhao Chu sighed and nodded.
Fang Sanwan, Ning Tianjiang, He Jianggui, Jiang Xiangyi, and three unfamiliar young faces.
Zhao Chu said hello one by one, and then he sighed again.
Who would have thought that in just a few years, only a few people from the original generation of 40,000 demons would be left.
Sure enough, the world of monks is a cruel colosseum, and no one knows whether they will be buried next.
"Master Jing, you...have suffered so much..."
At this time, Jing Qingsu had white hair and was just an old man. He still had the charm of the spy king.
Perhaps, in his old age, he only has one sharp eye left.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, but they are also the sword in Jing Qingsu's heart.
"Young Master, what are you saying? The Northern Territory is the home of all of us. My sacrifice is valuable."
"Besides, we are only going to the sky and the sea of chaotic stars, not to the eighteen levels of hell. My old bones are average in cultivation, but my ability to survive is not inferior to anyone else."
"Young Master, please take good care of yourself. In a few years... we will meet again!"
Jing Qingsu and Zhao Chu have an indescribable feeling and a tacit understanding that others cannot understand.
This is his old friend, his old comrade in arms, and perhaps... his master in a sense.
"Master Jing, I believe that with your ability, you can survive in the world of Zhongjiutian, and live better... Promise me that you will come back alive, and we can have a good time over wine."
Zhao Chu held Jing Qingsu's bark-like palm, feeling sad in his heart.
…
Outside, everyone is speechless.
People in the Lower Jiutian World simply don’t understand the horror of the sky and the sea of stars. These geniuses who were teleported may not survive more than three days.
They only care about Zhao Chu and the eleven Qing Jie disciples.
"Hmph, Green Tribulation Holy Land, you are so aggressive with each other, do you want to interfere in the war between the two holy lands against the Northern Territory?"
"You must understand that this war was initiated by the Northern Territory first. Due to emotions and reasons, you, the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, are not qualified to participate."
Yu Min'en took a step forward, his face full of anger.
If these people escape, Jichi Holy Land will be really embarrassed.
"Let's have a truce."
"The 500-year truce period, this is what the Holy Spirit of Blue Tribulation said."
Mujueshan stepped out of the void with a calm face.
"It's impossible. The war was initiated by the Northern Territory. This is a war between our three forces. You, the Holy Land of Green Tribulation, have no right to stop it."
Yu Min'en shook his head.
Jichi Holy Land also has its own dignity. I am afraid of you, Qingjie Holy Land, but I am definitely not afraid.
Besides.
There is also a Linlu Holy Land.
"What if our Blue Tribulation Holy Land insists on participating? You know very well that this war is not fair at all. It involves the eleventh junior brother, and I must take care of it."
Mujueshan turned his head slightly, and the air seemed to become hotter.
"In 10 years, the two holy places can give the Northern Territory some truce time, but it is impossible in 500 years... 10 years at most."
Yu Min'en didn't want to make things too tense. Mu Jueshan's face must be given.
"100 years, at least 100 years."
Mujueshan was patient.
"Ten years, this is the last concession of the two holy places. If the Green Tribulation Holy Land insists on starting a war, then life will be ruined. Our two holy places are not timid in fighting."
At this time, Qiao Chufeng also stood up and expressed his obsession.
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"ten years!"
"Ten years is enough!"
"Ten years is enough. If I don't come back after ten years, I will die in the sky and the sea of stars. If I can come back, then the northern realm will have a decisive battle with the two holy lands!"
"Sheng, let's avenge our shame!"
"Death is worth a lifetime!"
At this time, Ji Dongyuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Yu Min'en and Qiao Chufeng coldly.
"Ten years, then ten years!"
Fang Sanwan took a deep breath and looked calm.
"In ten years, our northern realm will inevitably undergo earth-shaking changes. The two holy places... are waiting!"
He Jianggui was full of fighting spirit.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry to trouble you, but we have to ask the Blue Tribulation Holy Land to come forward... Ten years is enough, and we are also working hard."
Then Fang Sanwan looked at the anxious Zhao Chu and explained quickly.
After all, Qingjie Holy Land is only Zhao Chu's sect. He is just a disciple and cannot cause him too much trouble.