People from Qiongchi Fairyland also gathered together.

Compared with the other two immortal realms, they are even more confused.

There is no home, no sect, and no hometown.

They didn't know where to go for a while?

…

"Everyone in the Nine Heavens Fairyland, listen!"

Everyone has packed up and is about to leave.

At this moment, Zhao Chu put away the arrows in his palm, and his voice echoed in the sky again.

"Starting from today, the first task of all monks who want to join the Chaos Dynasty is to get the head of a thief from the Qiongchi Fairyland."

"In the past, all the affiliated sects in the Qiongchi Immortal Territory would come to me within a month with the head of a descendant of the Heavenly Lord. After a month, the Chaos Dynasty would randomly kill several sects."

"The affiliated sects of the Black Ice Immortal Realm and the Holy Glory Immortal Realm may also become the training sites for the disciples of the Chaos Dynasty. By then, no one will be left alive."

"This divine weapon arrow has a bounty of one of the Tianzun's heads. There is no limit to any of the three immortal realms."

"Everyone, return to the Imperial Capital to fight!"

After saying a few words, Zhao Chu returned to the Chaos Dynasty camp with a calm face.

Afterwards, a group of people left in a mighty manner.

No one thought that the first person to leave here would be the Luan Zhan Dynasty.

Of course, what Zhao Chu left behind also shocked everyone.

A reward is offered for the head of a deity.

The sects affiliated with Qiongchi Immortal Territory were directly forced to a dead end.

At the same time, it also left boundless fear to all the small sects.

With Zhao Chu's current terror, it would be just a matter of stomping for him to destroy a small sect.

Who can not be afraid?

Everyone in the three major immortal realms was so angry that they were so angry.

But besides watching Zhao Chu walk away, what can they do?

Nothing can be done except anger, except humiliation.

"Zhao Chu, we will meet again one day."

Bai Wuzhong looked at Zhao Chu foolishly, his eyes full of reluctance.

…

"Zhao Chu, are you okay?"

"Did you use any magic weapon?"

On the way back, Luo Jianyin was beside Zhao Chu. He stared at the God-killing Arrow in Zhao Chu's palm, and finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

Immediately, Wu Guohan, Mu Shenglan and Quan Lao also pricked up their ears.

Especially Quan Lao, he and Jian Yang are old rivals, and he knows the terror of that arrow.

"It's just good luck!"

Zhao Chu smiled lightly and didn't explain much.

Hearing this, everyone nodded and did not ask any more questions.

Zhao Chu has his own secret, which he obviously doesn't want to tell.

In fact, it is not a secret at all to Zhao Chu.

This arrow is actually almost useless.

The raw materials of divine weapons, forged into long-distance weapons, are originally very expensive.

Just like sniper rifle bullets, they are basically disposable weapons.

Although this arrow can be recycled, it will waste a lot of energy when piercing.

There is a layer of specially refined material on the outer layer of the arrow, which has to be admired by Yu Cangmo's forging skills.

It is this layer of material that maximizes the preservation of the flow of raw materials for divine weapons.

But it may have been too long, and this layer of material has become extremely thin.

Therefore, what was shot at Zhao Chu was only the most primitive raw material of the magic weapon.

Just like that, Zhao Chu easily pinched it on his fingertips.

no way.

When the raw materials of the divine weapon face Zhao Chu, all passwords will be reset, and the properties of the raw materials that forgive the people on earth will be activated.

If the layer of metal protecting the raw materials was still there, Zhao Chu might still be injured.

But now, Zhao Chu is not afraid at all.

He was actually happy in his heart.

These deities are too superstitious about the power of divine weapons.

If they had used any other magic weapon, this arrow would probably seriously injure themselves, or even kill themselves with a certain chance.

After all, Zhao Chu has gone through so many fights, and the real energy in his body has long been empty. There is currently no magic weapon, and he cannot maximize the power of the magic weapon.

It can be considered a narrow escape.

Various opportunities and coincidences finally allowed Zhao Chu to stabilize his position.

…

It was already early in the morning when the group of people returned to the Royal Capital of Chaos.

Zhao Chu raised his head and glanced at the sky. The first ray of sunlight in the morning was about to appear, and the stars in the sky were already gradually thinning.

"Earth civilization, will you come?"

After muttering a few words to himself, Zhao Chu's brain felt a twinge of pain.

Then, his vision blurred, and his whole body felt more tired than ever before.

Continuous life and death battles almost caused Zhao Chu to have a mental breakdown.

At this time, he returned to the Chaos War Dynasty, and all the crises had disappeared. Zhao Chu's eyelids were heavy and he just wanted to have a good sleep.

In the haze, Zhao Chu felt a touch of warmth.

"teacher!"

He murmured.

"Have a good rest, I'm here!"

Ze Yanhua gently stroked Zhao Chu's forehead and held him gently in her arms.

Just like when Zhao Chu was beaten into a cripple in a battle with forty thousand demons.

Behind him, there will always be a strong and weak embrace.

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Chapter completed!