Just a few minutes.

Disciples of the Yanchen Sect built earthen walls one by one, and each carried a dozen huge monster corpses and carried them over, one step at a time, causing the earth to tremble.

The disciples of the Qingmu Sect also used vine magic weapons, each dragging a string of monster corpses like a huge tail, and the dust stirred up along the way, which was daunting.

Although other sect disciples didn't have many options, they also came over with demon corpses.

By the time Zhao Chu finished the bunch of grapes, a tall hill of monster corpses was already piled up behind him.

"In the Wuhui battlefield, I was only in the spiritual realm. At that time, a black elephant was enough to make people despair... But now it seems that the black elephant is not even qualified to go to the battlefield. These ferocious monster corpses,

All in one color, the ninth level of Qi refining."

Zhao Chu moved his neck, and his palms crackled.

It had been a long time since Zhao Chu had used the Skin Thousand Machines Talisman, but he didn't seem to be unfamiliar at all. Moreover, now that he had a third spiritual arm, his mental strength was a hundred times greater than in the battle at Wuhui City.

Rumble!

The hurricane rises and the smoke roars.

Zhao Chu's hair flew wildly, and with a flick of his finger, he shot out a series of profound and obscure Taoist formulas. The whole world was suddenly plunged into a hurricane, and the sky was dark.

Huang Lingling and the Tianci Sect members were blown ten feet away by the strong wind.

At the same time, countless people were stunned.

The art of talismans is familiar to everyone, and many people even came into contact with it during the martial arts academy.

But making a talisman like this is simply terrifying.

The corpses of more than a dozen ferocious monsters shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their flesh and blood were extracted into the purest detonation energy. As the golden light filled the air, talismans with the appearance of ferocious monsters floated into the air.

Rumble!

Unstable airflows shook the air until it was distorted.

Zhao Chu smiled, flicked his fingers, and knocked down a spirit-sealing talisman, and the demon talisman instantly became quiet.

Three minutes later, the sky was filled with hundreds of demon talismans... Some were as big as flags, fluttering in the wind, and some were as big as a palm, but they contained energy that could destroy the world and make people feel heartbroken.

At this time, Zhao Chu's palms were flying, and the speed of making demon talismans was getting faster and faster. With him as the center, a distance of one foot in radius completely became a vacuum zone surrounded by hurricanes.

The disciples of the eight major sects could not get close, so they could only throw the corpse of the ferocious monster from a distance.

A few minutes passed, and the number of talismans in the sky was close to two hundred... The speed of the eight major disciples could not keep up with Zhao Chu's rhythm.

"Hey, the Monument of No Regrets has started to move again!"

Zhao Chu is like a god who writes talismans in seal script. He holds the magic talisman in his hand, and the clouds and water flow like the sunset on the Milky Way, without a trace of sluggishness.

At this time, stars and spirits were floating in the sky again.

"Sure enough, someone worships me again. It's really annoying!"

Zhao Chu smiled slightly.

In the distance, among the disciples of the eight major sects, some who were studying the talisman carefully saw Zhao Chu moving with clouds and flowing water, waving his hands and making the talisman take shape. It was perfect, and all of them were eager to try it.

Unfortunately, in their hands, the failure rate of the talismans was over 50%, and everyone was frustrated.

At the same time, they admired Zhao Chu's strength even more, and some even admired him to the point of tears.

This is the God Emperor of the Talisman Realm.

…

"It's hard to imagine that you are actually the kid who followed Lu Xiu Ming back then... I'll treat each other with admiration after three days apart. I wonder if he will still hold grudges against me."

In the Blood Refining Military Camp, a female elder hid in the crowd, muttering to herself.

Chen Shuyun.

Back then, she was trying to settle a score with Lu Xiu, but by mistake, she captured Zhao Chu into the Sin Purification Tower. Who knew that the latter was extremely talented, and had refined his own blood essence all his life, and achieved a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

Who would have thought that he could even learn the Skin Thousand Machine Talisman that his nephew had been studying for a lifetime.

The first person in a thousand years.

Today's Zhao Chu, although he has not yet established a foundation, is no longer an existence that she dares to touch... The moment the thick fog fell in Zhanjian City, Zhao Chu's halberd beheaded the elder of the Wulong Sect. The scene made countless people's hair stand on end.

In history, there were not many people who could surpass the challenge. Zhao Chu was one of them, but he still surpassed two levels.

…

Time passes.

Unknowingly, nearly five hundred demon talismans were floating in the sky above Zhao Chu's head.

And Wang Junchen and others also returned angrily.

The battlefield was cruel, and there were not many ferocious monsters that could preserve their whole corpses. At this moment, no corpse could be found anymore.

"Wait for me for a moment...Bai Zhuoxin, Bai Zhuoye, you two, use Zeyan's giant cannon to suppress the formation. If any evil monster dares to cross the nine-mile boundary, fire directly...You eight disciples will go and pick up the sacrificed warriors."

return."

"I want to use the blood of these madmen to pay homage to the fallen heroes."

Zhao Chu stood in the middle of the hurricane, his black robe dancing wildly.

As he finished his sentence, the two brothers quickly set up four giant cannons and aimed at the evil demon camp from a distance... At the same time, the figures of the eight major sects quickly rushed towards the battlefield.

There were tears streaming from the corners of their eyes, they were so impatient that every pore in their bodies was trembling.

Since I dare to step onto the battlefield, I have never been afraid of death.

But the bones cannot go home, which is a pain for everyone, both the dead and the living.

…

"Junior sister!"

On the empty battlefield, a shrill roar made countless people's hearts ache.

In the distance, a disciple of Fengxuanchi held a cold corpse tightly in his arms and walked back to the camp with heavy steps.

The deceased was his lover.

Although the body is cold, it can still be seen that the face of the deceased is delicate and beautiful. Even though he is dead, he is still as calm as a flower that refuses to wither.

Although he was already at the ninth level of Qi Refining and was still the tenth master on the Fengxuan Ranking, he watched helplessly as his beloved junior sister died under the claws of the vicious monster. After that, the battlefield became so dangerous that he couldn't even retrieve the junior sister's body.

Zhao Chu used his giant cannon to suppress it, allowing him to retrieve his beloved's body and at least bury it.

Boom!

Gently putting the body down, the disciple Feng Xuanchi knelt down and kowtowed devoutly towards Zhao Chu.

To him, this was a great favor.

…

"Senior brother, you have been taking care of me since I joined the sect... In the fight just now, you blocked the claw for me. I can't repay the kindness in this life... Senior brother, junior brother will take you home."

In the distance, a Xuanyan Sect disciple had a palm on his shoulder.

Beside him, a limp corpse was picked up by him.

Two points are like good buddies who hook up with each other, eat and drink together, hook up with others, and do all kinds of bad things together.

It's a pity that the senior brother who always took care of him has completely gone away.

Recalling the scenes in the past, the Xuanyan Sect disciples could not stop crying.

Heroes don't cry, but it's just that they haven't been sad yet.

Walking back to the Xuanyan Sect camp, this disciple put the body down.

After that... he also knelt down solemnly and kowtowed towards Zhao Chu.

…

"master!"

"Master, my apprentice is here to pick you up."

"Master, my disciple is unfilial and lazy in his practice, but I will never hear your reprimands again."

In the distance, four disciples of the Yanchen Sect slowly carried an old corpse.

These are the few strong foundation builders who have fallen on the battlefield.

At that time, the ferocious demon was attacking him. In order to protect several disciples, the elder was caught in the gap by the foundation-building ferocious demon and penetrated his chest directly, killing him.

At this moment, the wound on his chest had long since dried up, and his heart didn't know where it was.

But his heroic spirit is remembered by his four disciples.

The elders were solemnly placed in the Yanchen Sect camp, and the four disciples also bowed devoutly to Zhao Chu.

…

In the sky.
To be continued...