Moreover, even those in the Cave Void Realm may not be able to challenge this step.

"Awesome, awesome...I admire you. I am eye-opening and convinced."

Guang Taofu's ridicule made the five of them ashamed again.

It's really... so embarrassing.

"Everyone, this person's performance should be over...Wang Zhaochu, prepare the coffin and collect the body. Eh...what...how...is this...possible..."

Guang Taofu originally smiled brightly, but in the next breath, he rarely smiled.

Afterwards, Guang Taofu felt a chill in his heart and looked serious.

Just now, Zuo Chenluo's fourth move was finally perfected, and then he smashed it towards Zhao Chu.

Guang Taofu didn't need to remind everyone, everyone felt the terrifying aura in the center of the battlefield that could almost destroy the world.

The blood cauldron was like a fatal hammer, smashing down hard, and the strong wind shattered the ground within a radius of ten miles. There were howling ghosts and wolves everywhere, collapsed ground and collapsed houses everywhere.

Zuo Chenluo's ferocious face was filled with only deep ridicule and contempt.

Each chapter of the Five Cauldrons of the Evil Parrot is more terrifying than the last. He believes that this last chapter of his, even if you, Zhao Chu, perform the Ascension Chapter again, it will be impossible to stop it.

Many people gloated over the misfortune and hoped that Zhao Chu would be reduced to a pulp.

However.

Zhao Chu turned a deaf ear, seemingly unaware of the murderous intent above his head.

He lowered his head and stared at the Lingbao rice paper on the stone table. His expression was serious, like a scholar who was writing about the beautiful rivers and mountains and admiring the picturesque mountains and rivers.

How can the ridicule of mortals disturb the state of mind of a saint?

Amidst countless sneers, Zhao Chu's heart was as calm as water, and he rarely entered a state of emptiness.

That's right.

Zhao Chu didn't bother to pay attention to the blood cauldron falling from the sky, but the Yuan Yuan Talisman suspended above his head would not stand idly by.

Bo!

Almost at the same time, a huge golden divine character was suddenly refined.

The blazing light made countless people's eyes hurt.

Guang Taofu exclaimed.

The five caves and virtual realms were all stunned on the spot.

Ma Qingjie stumbled. If Chao Hongqian hadn't supported him, he might have been unable to stand and fell to the ground.

The monks present who knew some talismans, no matter how strong or weak they were, all looked like they had seen a ghost at this moment. Their world had lost all light.

…

Success!

Who dares to believe that Zhao Chu really succeeded in refining the three divine characters at the same time and not mistakenly writing the Yuan Yuan talisman in the seal.

The divine symbol soaring into the sky was like a huge transparent slap, slapping countless people on the face. It hurt as much as the slap caused, and it hurt as much as it hurt, and it swelled as much as it hurt.

Zhao Chu, on the other hand, was still calmly writing the Yuan Yuan Talisman in seal script.

…

"Idiot, you can't stop my blood cauldron."

Zuo Chenluo's eyes were so angry that he almost exploded with anger.

Is this guy a devil?

Alchemy, martial arts, talismans...how come he knows everything and excels in everything.

…

Rumble!

Zhao Chu's first divine character, the Thirty-six Mantras of Taixi, suddenly collided with the blood cauldron.

pity.

The gap between heaven and earth caused the divine symbol to be directly shattered by the blood cauldron, and the fragments flew in all directions.

It is like an ax chopping dead branches.

The corner of Zuo Shenluo's mouth showed a sneer... If there are too many moths, he is just a chicken and a dog.

However, he didn't wait for his ridicule to fall.

The second divine character refined by Zhao Chu, the second thirty-six mantras of Taixi, rose into the sky again.

The blood cauldron had just fallen less than an inch when it was blocked again by a divine chapter.

Exactly the same fate.

The divine character is vulnerable.

But almost continuously, the third level of divine characters rose up in a non-stop relay, like a dead soldier without regrets, both jade and stone were destroyed.

The same talisman, the same thirty-six mantras of Taixi.

Confrontation.

The third bombardment resounded throughout the earth again, and the strong wind and waves were like the sigh of an evil spirit, causing panic throughout Xilong City.

…

Dead silence.

There was dead silence in the whole place.

Who would have thought that Zhao Chu would incredibly succeed in refining three divine characters at once.

People's mouths were so dry that they couldn't describe their mood at the moment.

…

"So what?"

"Your three divine characters have all been shattered, what else can stop my blood cauldron... If you have the ability, you can refine another hundred divine characters, come on!"

Zuo Shenluo had not been so angry for a long time.

Others don't know, but he knows it.

Although the blood cauldron is countless times more powerful than the divine characters, if there are too many divine characters, as Zhao Chu said, the ants will bite the elephant to death.

"As you wish."

Seeing that the third divine character was about to be shattered, Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Countless talismans rose into the sky from the stone table, and then scattered in the air, twinkling with stars.

No one noticed that in just a few breaths, Zhao Chu had already completed a lot of Yuan Yuan Talismans, which were the raw materials for divine characters.

"To refine the divine character, you need to spend a certain amount of time. During this time, I have already smashed you into a pulp."

Zuo Chenluo knew Zhao Chu's routine. The latter would inevitably refine the divine characters and then gradually wear away the power of the blood cauldron.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated and ran out of time.

"Really? Your vision limits your imagination."

Zhao Chu smiled calmly.

Zhao Chu does need a certain amount of time to fuse the thirty-six questioning talismans refined with Ma Qingjie into a divine talisman.

But at this moment, what he was refining was the Yuan Yuan Talisman written by himself.

Everyone seems to have forgotten.

Whether it's alchemy, forging, or talismans... affinity is a fatal link.

call out!

call out!

call out!

The next breath, Feng Tongzi rubbed his eyes fiercely, he was afraid that he would go blind.

Three ways.

Astonishingly, three more divine characters have been refined.

This time, the time was dozens of times faster than before.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Feng Tongzi's beard trembled in disbelief.

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Chapter completed!