Originally, people were ready for Zhao Chu's defeat, and Zhu Sanfu and Chao Hong's faces were full of unhappiness, which added a little more to the flame of roasting Lin Zongkun.

Even Mujue Mountain, which had just demolished half of Linlu City, was ready to speak, at least to save Zhao Chu's life first.

Others even felt that Zhao Chu had been defeated.

Even the people in the Northern Realm could only laugh bitterly.

Of course.

They weren't too worried about Zhao Chu's life, after all, the powerful Blue Tribulation Holy Land had already come out of the mountain.

You can take a breath.

The world was so silent that it was about to crack.

The tea table is still there.

The residual tea in the teacup was still swirling with wisps of heat.

And the tea drinkers at the tea table have disappeared.

In the distance, four figures representing death stretched out their bowstrings and mounted 12 pitch-black death arrows.

The name of those arrows is Daowen.

Origin pattern.

......

"There are 34 seconds left, do you have any last words?"

Four Zhao Chu, four condescending expressions of contempt.

Lin Kun's first disciple was covered in cold sweat, and he was in a hurry for an instant, and the weirdness of a moment made him panic.

There are only 11 origin dao patterns in his own body, and the other party, how could he suddenly appear in 12 origin dao patterns.

It's a definite move.

How can it be!

Fluster!

Lin Kun's first disciple was really in unprecedented panic.

"You don't have to prepare to run away, your speed can't be faster than mine. ”

"And you haven't cultivated any defensive powers, your remaining 20 or so inheritance dao patterns are chaotic, and you don't have the power to defend at all. ”

Zhao Chu smiled calmly.

"This ......"

Lin Kun was stunned.

At this moment, he finally realized.

Although he has one less origin pattern, he is missing.

But I have more than 20 slightly weaker inheritance patterns.

It's a pity that because he gave up cultivating all the Heavenly Choice Divine Powers, the 20 inheritance patterns can't be condensed at will, and can only be waved indiscriminately.

In this way, he completely lost even the only means of saving his life.

"No, you...... You're just a primordial baby, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"

Under the intense fear, Lin Kun's first disciple trembled all over.

He prayed.

Zhao Chu is bluffing.

"Are people who come out of the house really so stupid?"

Zhao Chu exhaled slowly.

One of the four clones looked up at the Ten Thousand Swords Realm that was about to be shattered, and there was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

There are all kinds of people in the world.

When you get to a height, you'll find out.

The existence of fools does not distinguish between the strong and the weak at all.

Some people are really only strong because of good fate.

In the bizarre world, there are always a lot of idiots who are contributing to all kinds of absurd farces.

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

The sound of the bowstring vibrating, causing a dark crack to appear in the space.

Jump! Jump!

This was followed by the sound of three bowstrings vibrating.

Zhao Chu was not far from Lin Kun's first apprentice.

In an instant, one after another pitch-black arrow dragons swallowed fear, dominating life and death.

The luster of the tip of the arrow is like the flower of death blooming in hell, and it is like the kiss of a female ghost whose face has been decayed.

Lin Kun's first disciple panicked, but he still sacrificed the 11 origin dao patterns that he was proud of.

Impossible!

Pity.

Under the bombardment of terrifying arrows, one after another Origin Dao Patterns were shattered.

When all his Dao patterns were asleep, his chest was already pierced, and a huge transparent hole, which also represented his five internal organs and six martial arts, had been shattered.

Burst!

Lin Kun spurted out a mouthful of blood violently, he lowered his head, staring at the hole in his chest, not believing it at all, he ...... On the verge of death.

Through the holes.

At the end of Lin Kun's first apprentice's line of sight was Zhao Chu's cup of tea that had not yet cooled.

The lingering air seemed to be an understatement of ridicule.

That was the look of the Eleven of the Green Tribulation.

At this moment, the eleventh disciple of the Green Tribulation picked up the teacup again.

"Now, let me ask you again, what am I?"

"What qualifications do you have to execute me on behalf of the Holy Land, and what qualifications do you have...... Dare to threaten to find the Blue Tribulation Holy Land to explain?"

"The Spirit Realm is high above on weekdays, overlooking the common people, and the common people are like ants!"

"Lin Zongkun, now that I have beheaded most of your Spirit Realm, what can you do?

Zhao Chu drank tea leisurely, looked up at the sky, and was happy.

In this sentence, he seemed to be speaking to the dying Lin Kun's first disciple, and he seemed to be talking to the unrecognizable Lin Zongkun, and at a second glance, he was actually talking to himself.

"Remember that one day, all of you...... Will be so headed!"

Boom!

The teacup shattered.

The barrier of the kingdom of ten thousand swords was also shattered.

Zhao Chu's sword flashed, and among the shattered barrier fragments of the Ten Thousand Dao, the head of Lin Kun's first disciple flew high, and a line of blood was like a blood mark in the sky, telling the catastrophe of today's Lingkun Holy Palace.

......

Quiescence!

The world is shocked, unparalleled in the world.

A head at the pinnacle of natural selection can best interpret the horror of Zhao Chu's Yuan Infant Realm.

There is not a single sound in the world.

Who can not be afraid of such a strong person.

Warm tea is a natural choice.

At the time of a cup of tea, the tea has not yet cooled, and the natural selection of the head has been broken.

This talent, how terrifying it should be.

......

"12 Origin Dao Patterns, did the little junior brother start smelting the Dao Patterns from his mother's womb?

Chao Hong was stunned, and her breathing was a little sluggish.

Not only him, but also Zhu Sanfu couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He has seen a lot of all kinds of Tianjiao, but it is really the first time he has seen such an outstanding demon as Zhao Chu.

"Haha, that's good!"

Mujue Mountain walked all the way, demolished all the way, and had already been demolished to the Demon Antelope Hall in Linlu Holy Land, where there was a breath of asking yuan, and Mujue Mountain was too lazy to move forward.

He looked back at the scene where Zhao Chu killed Lin Kun's first disciple, and his face was also full of joy.

Who would have thought that the eleventh junior brother would really be able to kill this person.

At this time, the little white sheep behind Mu Jueshan was looking at him dissatisfied, with a resentful little expression, as if to say: Demolition captain, don't bathe me quickly.

......

"This fang, damn it!"

Yu Luoen and Qiao Chufeng were even more jealous of Zhao Chu at this moment, and they were full of anger again.

A year ago, the two natural choices who went to the Northern Realm could have killed this person with one finger, but because they underestimated the enemy, they let him grow to such a point, which was simply a remorse.

"This ...... Fortunately, I only supported some weapons and materials, not the main force, otherwise...... Havoc!"

Xuan Fengzi of the Xuan Realm was afraid for a while.

In terms of strength, he was half a pound in the Xuan Realm and the Spirit Realm, and even among his disciples, there was no powerhouse of the level of Lin Kun's first disciple.

If the eleven disciples of the Qing Tribulation killed the Holy Palace of the Xuan Realm, they would be even more wolves into the flock, and no one would be able to stop them at all.

......

"Little San, you are so fierce!"

Ji Dongyuan was constantly staggering.

Zhao Chu's horror has long exceeded everyone's imagination.

Even Shen Fusheng, Jing Qingsu and others couldn't understand Zhao Chu's current strength at all.

They know only one thing.

A strong man who has cultivated 39 Dao patterns can really crush himself to death, and one finger is really enough.

And this kind of strong man was beheaded by Zhao Chu in the time of a cup of tea.

How terrifying.

......

The next breath.

Zhao Chu recaptured Lin Kun's second son and Lin Kun's third son.

No matter how the two of them begged for mercy, Zhao Chu calmly cut off the two heads.

I said that if I wanted to kill all of Lin Kun's seven relatives, none of them would be able to escape.

And at the foot of Lin Kun Holy Land Mountain, countless monks had already been frightened.

Zhao Chu just had a simple look, and countless monks were in chaos, and the monks who fled like flies also had a ridiculous incident of trampling on each other.

"It turns out that in your eyes, the Northern Realm was such a scene. ”

Zhao Chu looked at the monks who were scattered and fleeing for their lives, and the corner of his mouth smiled absurdly.

He couldn't help but think of a year ago.

At that time, in the Northern Realm, facing the two Heavenly Choice Realms, there was no qualification to escape at all.

......

"Blue Crane!"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu raised his head and shouted calmly.

Chirp!

In less than a second, the green crane spread its huge wings and appeared in the sky above the Lingkun Sacred Palace.

"Follow me to demolish the Holy Palace!"

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves, and in the next breath, his body appeared at the foot of the Lingkun Holy Palace.

Thundered!

In the blink of an eye, a monument that is so huge that it is indescribable, blooming with unprecedented brilliance, falls from the sky.

Thundered!

A deafening loud bang fell, like a monstrous warhammer wielded by an angry god.

The first palace of Lingkun collapsed in an instant, and the terrifying air waves shook and rolled into ripples, crushing all the nearby houses layer after layer.

Outside the mountain gate, many disciples looked at this from afar, and their eyes were about to split.

In the place where they lived, there were many treasures that they had worked so hard to accumulate.

The capacity of the Qiankun Ring is somewhat, and it is not appropriate for the monk to bring too many treasures when he goes out, so many disciples choose to store the treasures in the Lingkun Sacred Palace.

Who would have thought.

What was once the safest place in the world has now befallen such a catastrophe.

The smoke and dust billowed like a huge gray mushroom, slowly rising, making the mountains tremble for thousands of miles, and causing dark cracks to appear in the space.

Zhao Chu was like a black ant under the mushroom cloud.

But now, who dares to underestimate this ant.

After a few breaths, the mushroom cloud slowly dissipated, but the furious aura in the air had not yet dissipated.

The air was still a little distorted, but the monks could already see what was inside.

The pit!

An incredibly huge pit appeared in the place of the first palace of the original Lingkun Sacred Palace.

Looking down from the sky, the mountains of the Lingkun Sacred Palace were like an apple that had been bitten, and a gap appeared.

What was once a splendid building has become a thing of the past.

Da!

Da!

The silence of the entire Lower Nine Heavens World made everyone forget their breath, their sounds, and everything.

At this time.

A figure walked to the center of the pit without hurry.

I saw that his palm was gently placed in the center of the huge pit, and then, a decaying broken sword rose into the sky.

Scars of the Sword.

The world is dead.

A sword mark accurately divided a piece of land into two.

Subsequently, the blazing nine-colored glow caught people off guard, and their eyes were still a little painful.

Treasure!

Underneath the earth, there is no cave.

Endless treasures, all kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of ores, all kinds of jade boxes containing elixirs, all kinds of jade bottles containing elixirs.

Horizontal and vertical, you can't see the end at a glance.

"Damn it!"

Lin Zongkun even squirted dozens of mouthfuls of blood, and his angry eyes almost bulged out.

"It's amazing, the little junior brother can even find the location of Lin Zongkun's treasure house, admire, admire!"

The treasure house of the sect is generally a secret treasure that captures the heavens and the earth, plus the superposition of various hidden formations, the Lingkun Sacred Palace is the inner axis ring holy palace, which is even more secretive.

Who would have thought that the fundamental reason why Zhao Chu demolished the First Holy Palace was to open the treasure house.

"Qinghe, send these things back to the Northern Realm!"

Zhao Chu flicked his fingers, and the Qing Tribulation Order expanded again, like a fishing boat.