All outsiders left, and the space barrier over the northern realm was restored to its original state.

The blue sky has a few white clouds, and the world is silent, harmonious and peaceful.

Previously, the entire northern realm was plunged into panic due to the war. The rare peace at this moment made the people hold their heads and cry. It was a kind of joy after surviving the disaster.

Shui Die nestled in her lover's arms, holding her lover's wrist tightly with her palms.

No words are needed.

Only those who have experienced life and death together can understand the feelings between life and death.

"Shuidie, you are also very powerful. You have a share of the credit for this battle."

Shui Die's lover said.

"It's Shaozong who is so powerful."

There was unconcealable admiration in Shuidi's pupils.

Indeed, although Shui Die is a mortal, Shui Die was involved in whether Zhao Chu woke up, established a business network, or secretly obtained chess pieces.

In this epic battle of defeating more with less, mortals like Water Butterfly and various craftsmen are also an important part.

There is a sense of depression lingering in the dilapidated city of Wuhui.

Everyone present was immediately weakened. They just sat on the ground, paralyzed to the point of losing their bones, and could not recover for a long time.

Speechless!

The powerful enemy retreated, but there were no cheers, no shouts, and no merrymaking over wine.

exhausted.

There was only deep exhaustion, and those disciples who hurried over had dry throats due to nervousness.

The ten natural selections are still being tortured in ten twisted spaces.

As long as the Ten Thousand Refined Poison Soul Formation is activated, there is no possibility of stopping. These natural selections have no possibility of relief unless they spy on the barrier of Wenyuan.

Zhao Chu also didn't say much.

He is more tired than anyone else, more tired than anyone else.

One battle after another, there was no time to breathe.

At this moment, I felt at ease.

Even though Wuhui City is in a mess, at least the master is still around, as are Lu Xiuming, Li Jiuchuan and the others.

Even though their strength is far inferior to mine, they still feel at ease.

There is a kind of power called relatives, which can surpass all powerful powers.

Zhao Chu relaxed his mood and fell straight down.

He... fell asleep.

…

"Child, go to sleep, you are too tired."

The purring started.

Shen Fusheng sent someone to fetch the bed and quilts, and Zhao Chu fell into a deep sleep.

…

This is a completely dead gray space.

Hazy, filled with extremely evil smoke, like a ferocious monster, like a dark jungle, or like the entrance to hell.

All kinds of plagues, all kinds of misfortunes, all kinds of natural and man-made disasters are like great waves, emerging one after another.

The people here are uniformly covered in huge gray cloaks, with a gloomy air, and they look like ghosts and lonely souls when they walk around.

Their eyeballs are like snake pupils, with a vertical yellow slit in the center, like a scar leaking pus, or like the fangs of an evil ghost.

Every time the figure in gray robe appears, the whole world will fall into ruin.

They cast curses that can cause billions of people to die overnight.

They light the sacrifices, which can cause inexplicable serious injuries to strong men, cause inexplicable regression in cultivation, and even corrode secret treasures.

Their appearance is a terror and taboo to the entire world.

Injure the enemy one thousand, and injure oneself eight hundred.

During their cultivation, these people endured pain that ordinary people cannot even imagine.

They were in so much pain that their facial features had been deformed, and they still looked like human beings.

None of these people had a good death. They had committed too many evil deeds in their lives and harmed the heaven and earth. Everyone died miserably.

The whole world began to fear these lawless lunatics.

The whole world united and began to hunt these lunatics.

At some point, the last monk who was proficient in curses was stabbed through the neck by a sword and finally died.

Although he left behind a final curse and buried billions of people with him, the inheritance of this vicious and strange magical power was finally ended.

When he was crushed to pieces, the last cursed monk had a tattoo on his arm.

Butterfly pattern.

The bloody butterfly looks like a grimace with green face and fangs.

It is eternal, it will destroy the whole world, it will destroy everything.

The butterfly is smiling ferociously, as if it is saying again: Mortal, wait for me, I will return.

"……ah……"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu felt a sharp pain in his arm. The pain was simply burning his soul. The pain was so painful that he couldn't describe it. He wished he could commit suicide to relieve himself.

Zhao Chu screamed and sat up from the bed suddenly.

He quickly tore off his sleeves.

Sure enough, the color of this butterfly pattern is a little deeper.

Fortunately, the pain only lasted a moment and disappeared.

But Zhao Chu became more and more worried.

He didn't know where the butterfly came from. Zhao Chu had already sensed the abnormality of the butterfly tattoo by using Qiu Hao's suicide note and using Lin Zongkun's [Curse].

Zhao Chu even had a vague suspicion that the reason why he was almost killed by [Cursed] had something to do with the butterfly.

If it weren't for Hong Duanya, this little life would really have been settled.

All this is not normal at all and must be related to this butterfly tattoo.

At that time, his thinking was dominated by the severe pain. His whole body was in severe pain and he had already become numb.

But it seems that the pain in my arm is so different, it is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

How to say it!

A brand new pain, a pain that cannot be described in words.

"What did that dream just now mean?"

Zhao Chu recalled the dream just now and was sweating.

plague!

For mortals, this is simply the greatest catastrophe. It is no exaggeration to say that corpses are lying thousands of miles away and the whole world is catastrophic.

Even if an army goes to massacre a city, it will take a while, you will be tired, and many fish will slip through the net.

But the plague is different.

Overnight, everyone will die without spending a single sword. The death will be inexplicable and extremely miserable.

It was a complete destruction of the world and a collapse of civilization.

What kind of existence are those gray-robed men?

The strong men who besieged the gray-robed men seemed to have slaughtered all the monks with butterfly tattoos, leaving no one behind.

And those pairs of withered yellow snake eyes are equally creepy.

"……hiss……"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu's arm felt severe pain again.

For a moment, his whole body felt as if it was frozen. In fact, his physical body did not have much consciousness, but most people had never experienced that kind of pain in the soul, and they could not understand it at all.

It seemed like three days and three nights had passed, and Zhao Chu almost fainted from the pain.

When the severe pain subsided, Zhao Chu was already covered in sweat.

Look at the time again.
To be continued...