Ten Directions Imprisonment Jade!

Ladder type magic weapon, one-time use.

This golden elixir-level ten-direction imprisonment jade can imprison the golden elixir for several breathing periods.

This is absolute confinement!

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It’s over!

At this moment, the eyes of the whole world were focused on Zhao Chu.

Everyone in the Tianci Sect was so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Seeing that these 300 golden elixirs were about to kill Zhao Chu, everyone was filled with jealousy and wanted to rush forward to save Zhao Chu, or even die for Zhao Chu.

pity!

The people of Tianci Sect are all helpless!

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"The demon kings obey your orders!"

"kill!"

"Everyone rush forward and kill Zhao Chu completely!"

At this time, the Golden Rat Demon King gave an order.

In the Golden Rat Demon Clan, the 500-gold elixir demon king rushed out one after another.

The thinking of this 500 Golden Pill Demon King is completely different from that of the Divine Power Imperial Court.

Zhao Chu almost wiped out the entire Golden Rat Demon Clan with one man and one sword. The Golden Rat Demon Emperor and him had an undying life-and-death feud.

Demon Realm has no plans to capture Zhao Chu alive.

Their goal is very pure, it is just one word... kill!

Zhao Chu, Zhao Chu, shattered the bones and raised ashes!

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Standing in the center of the battlefield.

Zhao Chu is like a pathetic hare. On his left is the powerful 300-gold elixir from the Divine Power Imperial Court, and on his right is the even more terrifying 500-gold-elixir demon king.

The end of the road!

Looking down from the sky, Zhao Chu's eyes were filled with scarlet pupils in all directions.

He has no way to escape!

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"Oops, this Golden Rat Demon King will do bad things!"

Seeing Demon Realm taking action, Wei Shuangya's pupils froze!

Not good!

If Demon Realm takes action, it will be difficult for them to capture Zhao Chu alive!

pity!

It's too late!

The speed of the demon kings is not weaker than that of the Divine Power Imperial Court!

A total of 800 golden elixirs, like huge waves, gathered from all directions and swallowed Zhao Chu fiercely.

Three seconds!

Three seconds at most!

Zhao Chu will definitely be torn into pieces!

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It’s over!

At the top of the sky, Li Jiuchuan and others were thirsty.

Lu Xiu Ming was trembling all over, without any strength in his body, and his liver and gallbladder were split with anger.

Jing Qingsu's face was cold, already red with anger.

Other Nascent Soul experts were also extremely angry.

But there is no way!

The damn war division makes it impossible for them to help!

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Wang Junchen had just settled down the golden elixir given to the sect by heaven, when he turned around and planned to help Zhao Chu.

No time!

The time it takes to blink.

With Zhao Chu at the center, a layer of terrifying hurricane, like a world-destroying light that blocks the sun all day long, peels away everything in an instant.

800 magical powers of all kinds gathered together and directly shattered the space. Black cracks appeared one after another, like poisonous dragons from hell, roaring with the wrath of catastrophe for the people.

fear!

Those golden elixirs who were dragged away by Wang Junchen swallowed hard.

The rest of your life!

If they don't leave, with their currently seriously injured bodies, more than half of them will be torn apart alive by the aftermath of the supernatural power in an instant.

"Mistress!"

Ji Dongyuan stood up and screamed miserably.

His voice was already hoarse.

Why is this guy trying to show off his strength again?

Qing Xuanle squeezed her palms, unable to speak.

…

In the center of the screen, a monstrous hurricane is about to drown Zhao Chu!

At this time, he slowly took out a sword.

Rusty!

It was like a broken sword that had been temporarily picked out from a garbage dump and prepared to be sold for scrap metal.

Then, Zhao Chu lifted the sword flatly and indifferently!

His posture is exactly the same as that of a beginner.

Serious and stubborn, with such piety and stagnation.

Speechless!

Zhao Chu lowered his head slightly. No one could see his expression under the bamboo hat. He just stood there calmly.

Let the wind and clouds surge in the sky.

Let the whole world be filled with cold killing moves.

He is like an immovable monument, standing in the storm.

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Is this also a sword?

At this moment, the whole world was filled with incomprehensible expressions.

After all, you are a god-given young sect, so why would you pick up a sword from the trash heap and make yourself look embarrassed?

Could it be?

He gave up on himself and was ready to be killed?

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"Disciple!"

"Why are you doing this!"

Northern realm!

Shen Fusheng looked at the sword in Zhao Chu's hand with the same expression of confusion.

What the huge Tianci Sect is most indispensable for is all kinds of genius treasures. Why should a mere magic sword be so broken?
To be continued...