As expected, the disciples of the eight major sects were all a little downcast.

"Haha, they are indeed a bunch of rubbish. Are the entire Qinggu Kingdom all pigs? Trash!"

The Jinji Imperial Court envoy wiped the cold sweat off his face and laughed hysterically, with an extremely sharp smile, like nails digging into ceramics, which was horrifying.

It was so scary. At that moment, the messenger had already prepared to die... More than 10,000 detonating symbols exploded above his head, so close that his heart almost broke.

The two hopeless spies beside him were actually frightened to death and fainted.

Fortunately, this absolute defense is indeed absolute.

At this moment, the people in the Jinji Imperial Court were even more unscrupulous, madly despising the Qinggu Kingdom, cursing and ridiculing the entire coalition of eight factions.

The Shenwei Imperial Court on the side was even worse.

For a time, both the elders and ordinary disciples looked depressed.

It's so suffocating.

So many people can do nothing to a turtle shell. It is too incompetent not to blame others for insulting him.

Within the imperial court.

Qing Xuanyun also had an angry look on his face. This was like slapping Qing Guguo in the face, and he kept slapping him back and forth.

"Brother!"

Huang Lingling grabbed Zhao Chu's arm and shook her head gently.

Everything started because of herself, she couldn't let Zhao Chu continue to be angry, there was no point at all.

"Sure enough, when morale was low, everyone was questioning my ability, and their worship of me was weakened a lot...most of the spirits in the air disappeared in an instant!"

Zhao Chu lowered his head in silence, frowning in thought. The cool wind blew the hair on his forehead, making this face have an indescribable charm, like a black hole.

Not only Huang Lingling, but also countless women present were immediately fascinated.

Even the experienced slut in the Jinji Imperial Court had eyes shining with moisture.

She was yes really wet.

Compared to Bai Zhuoyue, Zhao Chu's handsomeness could easily overwhelm the former by a hundred streets.

"Old Wangtou!"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu turned his head and looked at Wang Junchen.

"What, third brother!"

Wang Junchen frowned, also thinking about how to break the formation, and raised his head after hearing this.

He has white hair and white eyebrows, and is also a beautiful sight. Unfortunately, standing next to Zhao Chu, although his features are outstanding, he always lacks a trace of enchanting handsomeness.

"Can we get some evil monster corpses?"

Zhao Chu asked.

"Is it...ok, this is simple!"

Hearing this, Wang Junchen's white eyes lit up, and he instantly thought of the demon talisman that Zhao Chu used to kill everyone in Wuhui City.

yes!

At this moment, the fight between the two realms of demons and humans begins, and the ground is filled with corpses of vicious monsters. Zhao Chu needs intact corpses, so he can just pick the ones that are not broken into pieces.

Say it!

Wang Junchen led hundreds of disciples and plunged into the previous battlefield. There, the first battle had just ended, and the ground was covered with corpses everywhere.

There are human beings and ferocious monsters.

Seeing the Qinggu Kingdom's eight sect alliances in chaos, they broke into the pile of ferocious monsters like headless flies and dug up the corpses. The envoy, wearing a golden sword, was sitting on a chair with a deep sneer on his face.

"Have you ever heard of the [Skin Bag Thousand Machines Talisman]?"

Zhao Chu shook his head and just sat there in a cross-legged posture outside the formation. Bai Zhuoye on the side looked at him and immediately took out a bunch of juicy grapes from his storage bag.
Chapter completed!