"Disciple, listen to them."

"If the Northern Territory cannot rise within ten years, what difference does it make in 100 years or 1,000 years?"

"We have to fight with our lives for this breath."

"It doesn't matter what it takes in 10 years, it doesn't matter in eight years. This battle is impossible to avoid."

Seeing that Zhao Chu still wanted to negotiate, Shen Fusheng finally nodded and stopped Zhao Chu.

When the words fell, the whole place fell into silence.

Zhao Chu was thinking and weighing the pros and cons.

"That's fine!"

"I...believe in you, believe in everyone!"

He sighed and shook his head.

Zhao Chu is not an indecisive person. He knows that people from the Tianci Sect also have their own dignity.

The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation.

If you have a great obsession and a great source of energy in your heart, your future cultivation path will be like a dragon ascending to the nine heavens, becoming more courageous and fierce, moving forward indomitably.

People in the northern realm are not qualified to be mediocre.

"I, Ji Dongyuan, swear that in ten years' time, unless I am shattered to pieces, I will definitely set foot on the two holy places. I swear to God."

The great formation in the sky has finally arrived.

Ji Dongyuan was the first to disappear. Before his body faded, he left a vow.

"Husband, no matter where you are teleported to, wait for me and I will definitely find you!"

Watching Ji Dongyuan disappear, Liu Yueyue burst into tears.

The transmission of the Yunxiao Formation is completely random.

Maybe the place where you land is at the end of its rope, and there is a high chance that you will die directly.

"Our 30,000 men will definitely come back, for sure!"

Fang Sanwan once again looked at his relatives and friends in the Tianci Sect, and at his beloved wife, and then disappeared for the second time with tears in his eyes.

"I'll take the first step, Jiang Xiangyi, wait for me, I will find you!"

He Jianggui kissed Jiang Xiangyi's forehead, and for the first time there were so many tears in his eyes.

The third person, He Jianggui, disappeared.

Then, one after another, young figures disappeared into the world of nothingness. There were not many goodbyes, and there was no time to take another look at their hometown.

The world that greets these young people is unknown, fearful, dangerous, beautiful... I don't know.

They are ignorant, only for the final battle ten years later.

Everyone in the Northern Territory saw this scene. After countless catastrophes, people finally knew what the Northern Territory was facing.

People are worried, respectful, and hopeful.

Looking at the place where everyone disappeared, Shen Fusheng held his fists and bent down to bow.

Maybe, this is the last one.

The elders who support the Ten Thousand Refining Poison Soul Formation, although they are suffering hardships and cannot speak, but heartfelt blessings are already coming from their pupils.

"Heroes, let's go."

Shen Fusheng stood up and watched the last figure disappear.

That was the gray-haired Jing Qingsu.

"Master, you are also heroes, we... are all heroes."

Although Jing Qingsu is already in his twilight years, he still waves to his former comrades and brothers in a carefree and elegant manner.

…

"Heroes are really powerful. They are all gods descended from the earth."

In a city far away in the northern realm, a child had a good talent and was now at the fifth level of Qi refining.

He looked at his brother with admiration on his face.

"Haha, heroes are not gods, they are just exchanging lives for lives."

A young man wiped the child's head and muttered to himself.

Perhaps, children simply do not understand the horror of war.

Xiangfeng City, Xiangfeng Martial Academy, this young man was a classmate of Ji Dongyuan and Zhao Chu. He was the bottom scum back then, but now he is a unique hero.

As for myself, my cultivation level is still at the foundation building level.

Ashamed.

"Brother, when I grow up, I want to be a great hero like Shaozong."

The child raised his head suddenly, his still immature face full of determination.

"Well, practice hard."

The young man smiled bitterly.

hero.

Who would be willing to bear these two heavy words with their blood if there was nothing they could do about it?

…

The dust has settled.

The Northern Realm has been completely stabilized in the Wenyuan Void. Without the Wenyuan Tower, from now on, this void will have no more disputes and will forever belong to the Northern Realm.

A realm that was once exiled in the exile area reached the sky in one step and stepped onto half of the inner axis ring.

Outside the void, those Holy Lords are also preparing to leave. All disputes have ended, and there is nothing exciting to see if they stay. As for what big waves the Blue Tribulation Eleven disciples will cause in the future, that is a matter for the future.

Xuan Fengzi is preparing for compensation. With Qingjie Holy Land in charge, he doesn't dare to default on his debt.

Carrying the humiliation on his back, Lin Zongkun was about to return to the Wasteland Holy Palace with hatred and bury his seven direct disciples with his own hands.

It was hard to let go of Yan Shi's fall for a long time. When I think back to the tragic situation of Lin Zongkun and Xuan Fengzi, I am still afraid.

The powerful men from the two holy lands are also preparing to lead everyone back to the central region.

Chirp!

At this time, there was a huge blue crane in the distance. The bird's face was full of anxiety and it was scurrying around in the sky.

"Qinghe, have you seen that old man?"

"Release the power of the wild flood in your body!"

Looking at Qiao Chufeng from a distance, Zhao Chu smiled sinisterly.

What?

Qiao Chufeng was dumbfounded, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

There was a ruckus.

Sure enough, Qinghe obeyed and flew directly to Qiao Chufeng.

There was a ruckus.

It started to rain, but it was thick rain.

The blue crane released violently, and its bird feathers kept trembling. It felt as comfortable as lying on the clouds.

After a while, in front of Qiao Chufeng, there was a pile of bird droppings half as tall as a man, as high as a tomb.

The blackest carbon in the world is not as dark as Qiao Chufeng's face at this moment.

This...this amount is a bit too big.

How could I swallow it?

In the distance, those powerful men all looked at each other in disbelief. In order to save Qiao Chufeng's face, they suppressed their laughter that was about to be suppressed.

This big pile is enough for Qiao Chufeng to eat for a lifetime.

Xuan Fengzi wished she could stuff her head in her pants and had already forgotten about this incident.

Who would have thought that Zhao Chu could really win the gamble that was just a joke at the beginning, but Qiao Chu was halfway to asking for help, but he lost completely.

"Great Elder Qiao Chufeng, this is the most original taste, a gift from the divine bird, please taste it."

Zhao Chu put his hands behind his back, Yaoyao looked at Qiao Chufeng and said politely.

If they didn't know about their grudges, others would think that Zhao Chu was a hospitable host entertaining distinguished guests from afar.

"Qiao Chufeng, you swore back then that if you didn't swallow shit if you lost, you would be struck by thunder. This oath was a bit poisonous."
To be continued...