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Chu Wuru fell from the sky, and Dongming Ancestor also came with him.

"Great Elder!"

As soon as Chu Wuru arrived, there was an overwhelming shout from the 200,000 disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the sound was so loud that the Buddha light and the enchantment were all trembling.

Still, Chu Wuru was like a god, and once again led the sect to a big victory, which made the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect even more devotion to them.

No one will remember the death of 200,000 Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, and no one will remember the fall of Wei Juqi, Feng Yingfeng and other strong people, everyone only remembers that Chu Wuru led them to defeat the powerful and terrifying Xianzong.

The winner is the king, and Chu Rude is the king!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the treasures of the Xianzong are ours, and I promise you that any items you have obtained in the war just now are privately owned, and they do not need to be handed over to the sect, which is regarded as a reward from the sect to you. ”

Chu Wuru smiled and announced with his hands raised.

"Thank you, Great Elder!"

Another crazy roar, just now the battle killed 400,000 people in the Xianzong, and there were countless pills and magic weapons that were snatched, according to the regulations, they had to hand over eighty percent of these spoils to the sect after the war, even if only twenty percent were left, it was enough to make them ecstatic, because the harvest was too great.

Now Chu Wuru ordered not to hand it over, which suddenly made the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect go crazy with joy, and even roared crazy, that is, the purple-robed elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect all roared wildly, compared to the disciples, their harvest was more than a hundred times that of these disciples, and if they were all privately owned by them at once, it would be a huge wealth for them, and there was no difference between directly obtaining a treasure house.

With just a few words, Chu Wurude made the morale of the Xuantian Sword Sect rise explosively, and used such crazy joy to dispel the exhaustion and fear of the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

After more than a day of fierce fighting, watching countless fellow disciples die in battle, even with the will of the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, they couldn't withstand such a big ups and downs, and Chu Wuyu was also adjusting his mentality for them in time, because the battle was not over yet, and there was still one last battle to fight.

"The prepared spirit beast meat and spirit wine will be sent down first, and the attack will be launched two hours later. ”

Chu Wuli gestured to the sky slightly, he is full of strength, and he himself is enough to break through the sect protection barrier of the Xianzong, but he doesn't have much intention of making a move, and the war is not fought by him alone, so let the disciples rest first, and only after the replenishment is complete, can he start the next round of war.

The battle just now was a battle of life and death, and the people who survived in such a cruel war were already weak to kill, and besides, they were already surrounded by the Emperor Xianzong, and there was no need to attack urgently, it would only increase casualties in vain.

With the victory in hand, Chu Wuru remained indifferent from beginning to end, because this result was exactly the same as he expected.

Kong Xiaoxiao had already prepared demon beast meat and spirit wine, as well as spirit tea, cakes and the like, which was not only a delicious enjoyment, but also could supplement the consumption of Yuan Li, which was an excellent tonic, and soon Wuhe arranged more than a thousand disciples to distribute it everywhere.

Zhang Jian organized a hundred teams of men and horses outside to surround the four sides of Xianzong, and the role of these people was not to encircle Xianzong, but only to monitor the movements of Xianzong.

The 100,000-year-old ancient temple of Xianzong Mountain Gate is 100,000 acres huge, even if 200,000 people can't completely surround the entire Xianzong Mountain Gate, if Xianzong wants to break through, he can withdraw at any time, Xuantian Sword Sect only needs to guard a few key areas, there is no need to disperse his manpower. Besides, the 800,000 people of the Xianzong died in the battle, and more than 600,000 people remained, and there were less than 200,000 left, and the strong people above the tribulation period may not even have thirty people, and if they still dared to go out of the Protector Sect Enchantment, there would be no difference between looking for death.

"Forty purple-robed elders were sent out, in the battle just now, Yan Dong and Cui Dan broke through to the Tribulation Period, and the two Golden-robed Elders who had scattered their cultivation into the sect broke through to the Tribulation Period, adding four purple-robed elders to the sect at once, and the momentum of the sect is booming!"

After Zhang Jian went around to arrange, he ran back in a hurry, and said to Chu rudely with a happy face.

"Not bad. ”

Nodding with a smile, Chu Wuru glanced at Zhang Jian, and suddenly frowned:

"After returning to the mountain this time, you can start a retreat and improve your cultivation first. ”

"Ahh ”

Zhang Jian was a little surprised, his mouth opened wide, he didn't expect Chu Wuli to care about his cultivation, besides, he was still very satisfied with his cultivation, I don't know why Chu Wuli was dissatisfied with his cultivation. Of course he didn't dare to disobey the order, what Chu Wuru said was what it was, it wasn't something that Zhang Jian could shirk, he nodded hurriedly:

"Yes, Grand Elder. ”

"Tongkai over there to prepare the magic weapon, and wait for this seat to blow up the entire Sutra. ”

Chu was rude to the empty small path.

"It's not good. The 10,000-year-old temple is also a historic site, what a pity it was destroyed, it is better to sell it to Zen Buddhism, they should like it very much. ”

Kong Xiaoxiao disagreed with Chu's rude approach, and with a turn of his head, he had the method of "waste utilization".

"Poof!"

The Daxi monk, who was drinking, squirted out the wine in his mouth, and a burst of wine mist spilled in front of him, he pointed to the empty little and laughed heartlessly:

"You can really do it, you can also make some money back, Xiaoxiao, you have more and more ways to make money now. ”

Kong Xiaoxiao clasped his hands on his chest, glanced at Chu Wuru, and snorted:

"Before the mobilization for the war, the sect used Zhang Shihao's one billion Hui Yuan Dan as consumables for the war and distributed it to everyone in the sect. Now that someone said a word, all the gains belonged to the individual, and the sect did not get it at all, but instead drained the treasure house of the sect. If I don't fill it back, I will starve to death, so I naturally have to consider the resource reserves of the sect. ”

"Isn't the treasure house of the sutra also our harvest? ”

Chu Wuru coughed and hurriedly said, the actual situation is not as exaggerated as in the empty novel, the Xuantian Sword Sect has lost nearly half of the number of people in this battle, the number of people in the sect has been greatly reduced, and the pressure on the use of the sect's resources will also be greatly reduced. There is also the harvest of the treasure house of the Manifest Sect, although the Xuantian Sword Sect will not be able to recover the cost, it will not lose much, Chu Wuru does not dare to talk to the empty little one, and can only explain weakly.

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