After a long time, Huang Lingling was willing to let go of her stubborn arms. She stared at Zhao Chu's face, with more and more tears in her beautiful eyes.

The beauty of the eyebrows is still the same as it was at the beginning.

The hero in me.

She held Zhao Chu's arm tightly, so hard that she was afraid of losing this person again.

It turns out that in my life, the person I cannot lose the most is always by my side. He is a little shameless, but his body is always so tall and straight, and he is always the most dazzling person, and he can never be knocked down.

Zhao Chu patted her head gently and smiled softly.

Teacher Ze Yanhua, during this period, I have tried every possible means to find out about you. Where have you been?

Then, Zhao Chu's eyes darkened, and he thought of his wife who never left him when he was at the end of his rope, that brave woman who dared to be the first in the world.

That night, the candlelight flickered, and you looked shy.

That night, the moonlight was like water, and my heart turned into the Milky Way.

That night, we got married. On that desolate night, our hearts were close to each other, our blood had melted together, and I had you in my heart.

"Teacher, I'm back. I'm Zhao Chu, I'm your student, I'm your husband... I will eventually find you after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers."

"I want to hold a wedding for you in front of everyone in the world. I want the whole world to bless us. I want the whole world to know that you are my wife, Zhao Chu."

"From now on for ten thousand years, I will not let you suffer the slightest grievance again!"

Zhao Chu looked towards the sky, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

On the other side of the clouds, he saw the beautiful flowers and the full moon, saw a gentle and beautiful figure without any makeup, and saw their life of weaving and hunting.

"Teacher, I swear!"

Zhao Chu's throat felt sore, and he swallowed down his longing and pain.

…

"Third brother...go on!"

At this time, a voice sounded in the distance.

At the same time, a Jiujiu cut through the sky and fell from the sky.

Boom!

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves, and one detonating talisman after another exploded the wine jar in the air.

Wang Junchen opened his palms, and a bridge of ice suddenly appeared in the sky... On the top of the bridge was another jar of wine.

"What a pity, my second brother!"

I remember back then, the three brothers were so energetic that they clinked glasses in the air, drank boldly, drank wine with demon blood, and slaughtered 40,000 evil demons... Now the wine is still there, but there are only two drinkers left.

Wang Junchen's heart, which had been calm for half a year, felt a twinge of pain, and a layer of tears appeared in his white eyes.

Heroes don't cry, but they are not sad yet.

If he could do it over again, he would rather die himself.

call out!

Whoosh!

At this time, in the sky, countless swords were stacked and extended, forming a steel tentacle. At the top of the tentacle, there was also a jar of wine.

"Ji Dongyuan will always live in my heart!"

Liu Yueyue stepped on a flying sword, stepped towards the sky, and walked towards the sky... The tentacles composed of this sword curtain were her imitation of her late husband's scene in the battlefield without regrets.

Husband!

This jar of brotherly wine that belongs to you, I will drink it for you.

I will fight for you for all the glory you deserve.

From the moment of worship, I am you and you are me... Even if you die, I will still live.

"Haha, congratulations to my second brother for returning home. The three of us brothers... do it!"

Wang Junchen, with his white hair flying, took one step at a time, stepped on the ice bridge, and reached the top of the sky.

With Liu Yueyue's breakthrough, how could he not know that Zhao Chu seemed to be beating, but in fact he was just healing.

On the cold bridge, there was an extremely aloof man, with tears in his eyes and a smile as bright as smoke.

"The second brother will come back, for sure!"

Zhao Chu's Qiankun Ring flashed, and the magnetic gold dust sank under his feet, forming a flying sword, directly lifting his body... Above the golden light, Zhao Chu straddled the sky, his hair flying wildly, he was like an immortal from the heavenly palace, dustless and flawless

, without a trace of human fireworks.

At the same time, he held a green willow leaf between his fingertips.

"Little chicken, live a good life in the evil monster world, waiting to be with your wife, your eldest brother, and your third brother!"

Zhao Chu grabbed the wine jar. Wang Junchen and Liu Yueyue had been waiting for him in the sky for a long time.

"Dry!"

Bang!

The wine jars collided, and the three of them remained silent, just crazily pouring wine down their throats.

…

At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky, their faces were blank, and their minds were blank.

"The king of society turned out to be Zhao Chu, the 40,000 demon, and he turned out to be my idol. It turns out that the idol has been helping me... I am so touched, I can't help it, I want to cry!"

Ning Tianjiang covered his face and kept shaking.

I'm so excited. From now on, he will be the junior brother of Forty Thousand Demons. This is simply such an honor.

"Junior brother, it turns out that you have such a big background...the monster who created the generation of forty thousand monsters, the genius who was snatched up by the nine major sects, actually came to the Tianci Sect. No wonder you can always create miracles."

"That's right, only you can be so strong."

Fang Sanwan was trembling all over.

"It turns out that this person is so powerful. No wonder he can make a powerful cannon and create Bai Zhuoyue with one hand."

The two brothers Bai Zhuoxin and Bai Zhuoye had been awakened from sleep long ago and were almost suffocating at this moment.

Half a year ago, the Generation of Forty Thousand Demons was a topic of national discussion. The genius who single-handedly created this era was even more popular among the popular ones. How could they not know it.

…

"No wonder it can create miracles. It turns out that with such a background, the nine major sects are really ridiculous. Such a talented person was forced to join the Tianci Sect... It is a pity that the master was killed by the thieves of the nine major sects, otherwise he would have laughed heartily,

Ha ha!"

Duan Xuehan laughed loudly.

Although he didn't know what the future of Tianci Sect would be like, he couldn't restrain his ecstasy after feeling proud.

"I knew you would come back."

Lu Xiu Ming raised his head, looked at the black figure in the sky, and smiled slightly.

As an apprentice, he is always creating miracles and never disappoints anyone.

…

The young people who come to participate in the Thousand Sect Potential Battle are basically geniuses of the Forty Thousand Demons generation.

Zhao Chu, Wang Junchen, Ji Dongyuan.

At that time, on the Wuhui battlefield, the three of them were the king, the emperor, heaven, and gods!

The legend of Wang Junchen has been being interpreted and continued.

Ji Dongyuan is deceased.

Today, the King of Zhao Chu returns and overturns hundreds of years of history in thousands of sect potential wars. He is still so despairing and so radiant.

He Jianggui, Guan Fenggu, Ning Xiaojing, Wang Zhuqing... the geniuses who had fought side by side all had tears in their eyes. Although they did not have a close friendship with Zhao Chu, during this time, Zhao Chu fell sadly, and everyone

Thought he was dead.

What a difficult process it must be to rise from a third-rate sect, refine the best elixirs, and restore one's appearance.

The elders of the nine major sects looked at each other, each speechless.

Who would have thought that this unparalleled black-robed man would actually be the Forty Thousand Demon Zhao Chu.

…

"Forty thousand demons!"

"Forty thousand demons!"

"Forty thousand demons... forty thousand demons..."

I don’t know who took the lead, but the name of Forty Thousand Demons suddenly rang out. Unknowingly, it formed a slogan, and countless people shouted in unison.
To be continued...