Shocking!

It's like an unprecedented grand fireworks.

Each living life blooms into the humblest spark, and its brilliance disappears in an instant.

The sea of ​​​​fire raged.

All the disciples of the Tianci Sect couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear, and their throats were burning. Under the barrier of Han Yun's war horse, the flames of death were almost grazing their scalps and were blocked. It was dangerous and dangerous.

The death feast so close at hand made some Jindan disciples so frightened that they had stomach cramps and retched directly.

Even Ji Dongyuan, who was used to seeing bloody scenes, looked pale and his heart was churning.

This kind of suicidal killing shocks people's soul and cannot be described in any words.

That is indifference to life, destruction of human life, and trampling on survival!

suicide!

These are two completely different extremes from simply killing and being killed.

Under the masks, those hysterical souls reveal a strange simplicity.

right!

simple!

How can a complicated person be willing to be a dead soldier?

Zhao Chu knows the life experience of the Black Fang Death Guard.

They are all war orphans, abandoned by the world. They have been burdened with the heavy yoke of misery since birth.

From another perspective, they are all huge babies.

"Death may be another kind of relief!"

"You can go with peace of mind. I, Zhao Chu, promise you that it is absolutely impossible for dead warriors like you to continue to exist in the Northern Realm from now on!"

Zhao Chu looked at the sad flowers of death and made a vow in his heart.

Every life is worthy of respect.

If you are a war orphan and you go astray and are cut into pieces, you deserve it.

But being trained to be a dead man from birth shows a disregard for life.

No matter how bloody Zhao Chu was, he could never forgive this kind of thing.

During this period of time, Zhao Chu had seen enough of the various filthiness of the Divine Power Imperial Court.

…

The roar lasted for a full ten minutes, and the smoke-filled sky slowly began to regain its former clarity.

Han Yun's war horse's true energy was completely exhausted.

After all, 5,000 Black Fang Death Soldiers had blasted out 5,000 half-step Nascent Soul bombardments. Even the former Human Emperor's holy weapon had reached its limit.

Zhao Chu flicked his wrist, and the 13 majestic and huge Hanyun War Horse sculptures on the ground gradually became transparent and shrank, and finally turned into 13 bright lights, returning directly to Zhao Chu's wrist.

Buzz!

The 13-bead-sized Hanyun War Horse blooms with an unforgettable luster.

Soul-leaving element!

This is the power of the once human emperor's sacred weapon.

The crisis disappeared, and the Tianci Sect's army seemed to have walked a circle on a tightrope. Although they were facing dire straits, they finally turned danger into good fortune again.

Zhao Chu!

This time, it was Zhao Chu who saved people's lives again.

Countless disciples of Tianci Sect were trembling all over, and their eyes looking at Zhao Chu were full of fanaticism.

"Old eunuch, what else can you say?"

Wang Junchen waved his white robe, and he looked down at Wei Yaji from the sky, with a slight smile on his lips.

Zhao Chu has never disappointed anyone.

"White-haired boy, I admit that Zhao Chu is a talent that is rare in thousands of years, but you have ignored the Great Emperor. Emperor Shenwei is a genius that is unique in thousands of years."

"Zhao Chu has already become a prisoner of his subordinates."

The 5,000 Black Tooth Guards died in vain without achieving anything, and Wei Yaji was heartbroken to the point of bleeding.

But now that the matter has come to this, he has nothing to do but wait for the next despair of the Tianci Sect.

That’s right!

The better you, Zhao Chu, are, the more heartbroken the Tianci Sect will be.

Hanyun War Horse was a sacred weapon belonging to the Divine Power Imperial Court in the past, and it will still belong to the Imperial Court in the future.

Hearing this, Wang Junchen frowned.

Wei Yaji's confident words made him feel a little bit in danger.

…

Black hair, black robe, feet on blue cranes.

Zhao Chu's face was calm as he slowly flew upwards.

"Zhao Chu, Zhao Chu!"

"I have underestimated you again. Your talent is really worthy of inheriting my emperor's mantle."

"If you have always been your Lin Dongwei and married Wei Junnian, this imperial court will still be yours. I will remain in seclusion all year round and will not participate in your management of the imperial court."

"There is obviously a shortcut, but you choose a rough road. I don't understand."

Looking at Zhao Chu from a distance, Wei Tianhai's eyes were full of complexity.

"Because what I want is not an imperial court at all. What I want is your dog's life!"

Zhao Chu's face was expressionless, and his black robe made a hunting sound under the biting wind.

The whole place was dead silent.

Zhao Chu's remarks are really unbelievable.

If Wei Tianhai was still a Nascent Soul, there would be some basis for his wild words.

But the latter is currently a half-step natural selection, and he is the strongest man at the top of the world. Why are you talking nonsense.

…

"Zhao Chu, there is an invisible aura intertwined with the natural selection confrontation. Don't go forward, be careful!"

Seeing Zhao Chu getting closer and closer to the two half-step natural selection, Lu Xiuming hurriedly shouted.

Their Nascent Souls are all a bit of a threat, not to mention Zhao Chu's golden elixir.

…

"Perhaps I am a little too kind to you."

"This divine thought Gu will last for 10 minutes. If you figure it out within ten minutes and kneel at my feet, your life will be spared and your sins will be forgiven. You will still be Lin Dongweasel."

"If you persist in your stubbornness, the curse of the Gu of Divine Thought will destroy your brain. Not to mention that you are just a golden elixir, even if you are half-stepped by natural selection, you will surely die of torture!"

…

"Uh...ah..."

As Wei Tianhai finished speaking, a shrill howl suddenly echoed in the sky.

It's Zhao Chu.

He bent over and half-crouched on Qinghe's back, with hot white smoke pouring out of his mouth, as if even the air was on fire.

And his face was instantly covered with dense bulges of blood vessels, and his pupils were so scarlet that they almost bulged out.

pain!

Pain like never before.

At this moment, Zhao Chu wanted to dig out his own brain.

Fortunately.

He has purified this divine thought Gu, and it will not cause fatal scars, otherwise it would be unimaginable.

But even so, Zhao Chu was still suffering from extreme pain.

How can the curse refined by Wei Tianhai's painstaking efforts be taken lightly?

certainly!

Under the great misfortune, there lies great opportunity.
To be continued...