The wind and thunder fog that restrained Zhao Chu's last three levels began to be charged crazily by the energy and blood power of the Gu of Divine Mind.

In just one minute, Zhao Chu had already broken through a layer of wind, thunder and fog.

…

Damn it!

Outside, everyone in the Tianci Sect was stunned on the spot.

Everyone could see that a dark spider appeared on Zhao Chu's body.

The weird color distorted the air within a ten-foot radius, like a black hole filled with viscous venom, corroding everything in the world into plasma.

curse!

Zhao Chu is still suffering from the curse of Wei Tianhai, what should he do?

"Xiaosan, hold on!"

Ji Dongyuan and others were extremely anxious.

Qing Xuanle also clenched her fists and could only act anxiously.

…

"Shen Fusheng, I didn't expect that. You allowed Zhao Chu to sneak into Shenwei alone, but you also made him suffer an irreversible curse."

"It's impossible for anyone in the world to persist in ten minutes."

"He may beg you to kill him, or he may beg me to let him go... There are only two ways, no choice."

Wei Tianhai smiled so confidently, yes, he was still the supreme king with power over the world, and the northern realm was originally his.

But Shen Fusheng remained silent, but his face was ashen and frighteningly heavy.

…

"The Gu of Divine Thought, guided by the blood of the Nascent Soul, will directly destroy a person's brain. It is the most vicious of all curses, and there is no way to break it."

Among the godsend army, Xia Xiansheng walked out with an extremely solemn expression.

"What can we do? What will happen to Shaozong?"

Jing Qingsu asked anxiously.

The other Nascent Souls are equally anxious. If Zhao Chu makes any mistakes, even if the Tianci Sect dominates the northern realm, it will be a failure.

"There's no way around it."

"This divine mind poison is usually planted by people voluntarily. The young master must have been bewitched by Wei Tianhai and fell into the trap. It's hateful."

Xia Xiansheng shook his head, his forehead covered with sweat.

"Can you die in his place?"

Lu Xiu Ming gritted his teeth and said.

"Master Lu, you are thinking too much."

"Unless your spiritual power is ten levels higher than that of Wei Tianhai, you may be able to remedy the situation, otherwise there is no need to discuss anything."

Xia Xiansheng shook his head.

Wei Tianhai has practiced the Powerful God Art of No Regrets, and in terms of spiritual power, no one in the Northern Realm can compete with him.

Even though he, Xia Xiansheng, was a spirit with telekinesis, he did not dare to compare with Wei Tianhai, he could only be ranked second.

…

One minute!

Two minutes!

Three minutes!

…

Five minutes!

…

Above the sky, Zhao Chu had already roared to the point of breaking his throat. His whole body was in pain and spasming. Even the blue crane was motionless, trying to keep its wings as steady as possible.

Even a breeze can cause miserable scars on him.

Qinghe is also anxious.

But Zhao Chu's order was to keep it where it was, and it could only obey.

…

"Zhao Chu, are you still insisting?"

"What's the point? You know how terrifying the divine mind Gu is. You can let Shen Fusheng end your life, or you can kneel down and completely surrender to me."

"Sign up and kill everyone you protect with your own hands. I will spare you the death penalty."

Wei Tianhai looked down at the people and smiled calmly.

In his eyes, all the ants in the world are just his playthings. Even the devastated mountains and rivers are just chess pieces that have been lost after taking a nap.

…

call!

call!

call!

Zhao Chu was bleeding from his orifices, and his whole body was filled with thick white smoke. Every inch of his skin seemed to be burning with flames.

"The 12th layer of wind, thunder and fog, shatter!"

"With only the last level left, I will achieve the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir."

Zhao Chu's eyes were red, and everything in front of him was a bloody color. He felt like he was in the 18th level of purgatory.

…………

"Lin Dongwei, you...Zhao Chu...this..."

In Yongwei Palace, Wei Junnian's palms were all sweaty.

She really didn't know how to face the fact that Lin Dongwei was Zhao Chu, but she really didn't want to see Lin Dongwei die.

…

"Shen Fusheng, why are you fighting with me?"

"In terms of strength, given time, I will definitely understand the Taoist heart. When the time comes, I can kill you directly."

"In terms of Nascent Soul, I am currently on par with you. Even as time goes by, some Nascent Souls from the Alliance of Emperors will betray you, and you won't be able to hold on for long. As for the Nascent Souls of the vassal countries, I have pinched their throats, and they dare not

betray."

"Under the golden elixir, there are all ants, so why are you fighting?"

Seeing that Zhao Chu was dying, Wei Tianhai looked down on Shen Fusheng and said leisurely.

"Besides, the only dragon vein in the northern realm is also controlled by a few people. I am the authentic sect of Tiandao, and you will never be able to get the dragon vein."

Shen Fusheng remained silent.

He is waiting.

Shen Fusheng is waiting for the moment when his disciple will be reborn in Nirvana.

…

8 minutes!

9 minutes!

Zhao Chu was still panting. Although the former was dying, Qinghe could quickly catch his breath.

Still alive!

…

"Um?"

Wei Tianhai's eyes flickered.

It's almost 10 minutes.

This Zhao Chu actually endured the pain and torture for 10 minutes. He is truly a talent.

…

"Wei Tianhai, thank you for your generous gift."

"I just seemed to hear you saying that the Nascent Soul of your Divine Power Imperial Court is on par with my Tianci Sect?"

"Now, let me tell you, you are too arrogant."
To be continued...