At a certain moment just now, Zhao Chu actually came back to his senses. He wanted to stop, but he was powerless.

…

it's over!

Suddenly, the black rain in the sky stopped inexplicably.

Seeing that the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation was about to be shattered, at this moment the dark clouds dispersed, and people seemed to see the dawn, which was unprecedentedly warm.

Afraid.

Everyone has lingering fears.

Not to mention the 1,000 Nascent Soul disciples, even the ten Natural Selection Elders were breathing heavily, feeling like they had saved their lives in vain.

…

"Three times, it's not bad."

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves. He was too lazy to pay attention to the people in the Xuan Realm and returned directly to the Northern Realm.

"well!"

Youyou let out a long sigh. At this moment, Xuan Fengzi seemed to have aged ten years.

What could he do if he could not live for his own sin? Under the witness of the Holy Land of Qingjie, Xuan Fengzi swore a heavenly oath and promised to send compensation to the northern realm within three days.

…

The dust has settled.

it's over.

The overwhelming invasion of the two holy places ended completely in such an absurd way.

The weak fight against the odds and win, while the strong fail miserably.

…

"Xuan Fengzi, is it painful?"

Xuan Fengzi was devastated and returned to the place where the Holy Lords gathered.

At this time, Yan Shilun ran over and patted Xuan Fengzi on the shoulder with sympathy.

"nonsense!"

Xuan Fengzi glared at Yan Shilun.

This old bastard obviously donated war materials, but why did he withdraw it midway?

Could it be that this idiot knows how to tell fortunes?

"Let's be open-minded. As the saying goes, money is something external to the body, and today's pain is nothing at all."

Sighing and shaking his head, Yan Shiluan comforted him sincerely.

Xuan Fengzi let out a long sigh. At this moment, he was at his most vulnerable. A simple sentence of comfort made his heart warm.

"Today's pain is indeed nothing. After all, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... you will be in more pain, so painful that you will not want to live, haha."

"I let you, an old bastard, take the credit with ulterior motives, haha!"

Yanshi Lun's face was full of gloating.

"I want to kill you!"

Xuan Fengzi's face was full of murderous intent, and he was pulled away by everyone after trying to say whatever he wanted.

Fu Baimo rolled his eyes at Yan Shiluan. This guy has a small belly and behaves well even if he gets an advantage.

…

"Disciple, I've suffered so much for you!"

Zhao Chu returned to the northern realm, Shen Fusheng and the others had tears in their eyes.

No one thought that we would survive in the end, and no one thought that Zhao Chu, the son of a miracle, would once again create a miracle.

"Xiaosan, my second brother is leaving, and you will be all alone in the future. Take care of yourself and avoid marrying as many wives as you can."

The figures of Ji Dongyuan and others were getting more and more scattered, and they were about to activate the Yunxiao Formation.

Bang!

Zhao Chu didn't say much else, he hugged Ji Dongyuan tightly.

Starting from Xiangfeng Wuyuan sharing a bottle of inferior spiritual fluid, there was no need for words between the two brothers.

"Promise me, stay alive and come back alive. We will avenge the Northern Realm. We will go to the Xuanbing Fairyland together, find Lao Wangtou, and we will drink."

Zhao Chu patted Ji Dongyuan hard on the shoulder.

"Yes, your second brother is lucky!"

Ji Dongyuan also patted Zhao Chu hard on the shoulder.

"Second sister-in-law, take good care of him."

Zhao Chu patted Liu Yueyue on the shoulder, smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, he is different from you. He doesn't dare to bother."

Liu Yueyue smiled, while Zhao Chu was still a little embarrassed.

"Sister-in-law, Lao Wangtou is doing well in the Xuanbing Fairyland, and you must do well too. From now on, we will go find him together."

Walking to Tang Duanying's side, Zhao Chu nodded solemnly.

"When you have time, go and see Qing Xuanle. She died once for us. In the final analysis, we are just taking advantage of you. She actually died for you."

Tang Duanying thought for a while and explained to Zhao Chu.

"……Um!"

After a while, Zhao Chu sighed and nodded.

Fang Sanwan, Ning Tianjiang, He Jianggui, Jiang Xiangyi, and three unfamiliar young faces.

Zhao Chu said hello one by one, and then he sighed again.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, only a few people from the original generation of 40,000 demons would be left.

Sure enough, the world of monks is a cruel colosseum, and no one knows whether they will be buried next.

"Master Jing, you...have suffered so much..."

At this time, Jing Qingsu had white hair and was just an old man. He still had the charm of the spy king.

Perhaps, in his old age, he only has one sharp eye left.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, but they are also the sword in Jing Qingsu's heart.

"Young Master, what are you saying? The Northern Territory is the home of all of us. My sacrifice is valuable."

"Besides, we are only going to the sky and the sea of ​​chaotic stars, not to the eighteen levels of hell. My old bones are average in cultivation, but my ability to survive is not inferior to anyone else."

"Young Master, please take good care of yourself. In a few years... we will meet again!"

Jing Qingsu and Zhao Chu have an indescribable feeling and a tacit understanding that others cannot understand.

This is his old friend, his old comrade in arms, and perhaps... his master in a sense.

"Master Jing, I believe that with your ability, you can survive in the world of Zhongjiutian, and live better... Promise me that you will come back alive, and we can have a good time over wine."

Zhao Chu held Jing Qingsu's bark-like palm, feeling sad in his heart.

…

Outside, everyone is speechless.

People in the Lower Jiutian World simply don’t understand the horror of the sky and the sea of ​​stars. These geniuses who were teleported may not survive more than three days.

They only care about Zhao Chu and the eleven Qing Jie disciples.

"Hmph, Green Tribulation Holy Land, you are so aggressive with each other, do you want to interfere in the war between the two holy lands against the Northern Territory?"

"You must understand that this war was initiated by the Northern Territory first. Due to emotions and reasons, you, the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, are not qualified to participate."

Yu Min'en took a step forward, his face full of anger.

If these people escape, Jichi Holy Land will be really embarrassed.

"Let's have a truce."

"The 500-year truce period, this is what the Holy Spirit of Blue Tribulation said."

Mujueshan stepped out of the void with a calm face.

"It's impossible. The war was initiated by the Northern Territory. This is a war between our three forces. You, the Holy Land of Green Tribulation, have no right to stop it."

Yu Min'en shook his head.

Jichi Holy Land also has its own dignity. I am afraid of you, Qingjie Holy Land, but I am definitely not afraid.
To be continued...