Chapter 612: Arrange the aftermath!
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The Green Ivy Sword trembled.
With joy.
Flying quickly.
Surrounding Chu Xun.
Buzzing like a flatterer.
"Ding!"
Chu Xun's heavy cheeks also squeezed out a smile. The Green Ivy Sword was the first weapon to follow him. As his cultivation level increased, it was gradually abandoned. He threw it into the Donglin Sect to enjoy the offering of luck. Now it has finally transformed into a quasi-emperor-level weapon.
"Quasi-emperor-level!"
Liu Jian's eyes also showed a trace of surprise, but more of it was joy. As a disciple accepted by Chu Xun a long time ago, he knew that this sword had been with his master for a long time.
"But it's not enough!" Chu Xun shook his head slightly. Now his enemies are all the dusty emperors. Everyone has his own emperor weapon. That is the real emperor's weapon. It can burst out and destroy the emperor's power of the sun, moon and stars at any time. It is also controlled by the master himself and can perfectly exert all its abilities.
The quasi-imperial Qingteng Sword had no choice but to break when it encountered this kind of imperial weapon. He closed his eyes slightly for a moment and then opened them. His palm brushed over the Qingteng Sword. The originally joyful weapon spirit encountered a great heaviness. The consciousness inside began to fall into a deep sleep, and then slowly fell, no longer making a buzzing sound.
"What is that?" Liu Jian's heart was moved.
He felt the extremely familiar material, and his heart jumped suddenly, because this kind of material was only recorded in ancient history, and he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes.
"Swish!"
Chu Xun didn't say much, but threw the Qingteng Sword back into the sect's luck. Just now, he exchanged the remaining points for the Qingteng Sword to upgrade to an imperial weapon, which was rare and rare, and sparsely injected into the body of the Qingteng Sword. After a while, this sword will shed its old body and become a real imperial weapon.
"Buzz!"
Even the Donglin Sect could sense it. With the fall of the Green Ivy Sword, the luck of the entire sect obviously dropped by several points and became more solid. There were even more mysterious and complicated runes in the body of the Green Ivy Sword, as if a blacksmith was hammering it, or as if a great way was branding it, allowing the sword to transform and glow with true spirit!
At the same time.
Several figures.
Also walked in the air.
The first one was the handsome and extraordinary disciple Jiang Chen. He was as handsome as ever, and there was a wisp of fairy-like brilliance on his body. If he appeared in an important occasion, people would unconsciously look at him, wondering where this descendant of the Supreme Holy Land came from?
After him was Bai Luli, who was a little more introverted and more stable. After experiencing ups and downs, he became more introverted. He was not as calm as the eldest brother, but he could never be easily ignored, and people could not help but pay more attention to him.
After them, many old friends came one after another, including the sect leader Xiao Rongyu, Li Yaochi, Elder Jiang, and several new talents, who were already in the ninth level of the Saint and were the pillars of the Donglin Sect, but they all looked at the young man in green.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Elder Chu!"
"Senior!"
Everyone had different names for them, and they knew each other at different time periods. Chu Xun's eyes also moved from them to the few late-stage talents. The leader was almost approaching the Great Saint Realm, and he had some impression of this person. He should be called Lin Dong, and he had joined the Donglin Sect for a long time.
"Yeah!"
Chu Xun nodded.
His demeanor was slightly indifferent.
He looked at several people and said, "The great catastrophe is coming, no one can stand idly by, even you can't avoid it. The Dark Supreme devours blood food, and we are destined to be its hunting targets. We came here today to make the final arrangements!"
Jiang Chen.
Liu Jian.
Bai Luli.
Li Yaochi. These disciples who knew the inside story all showed resolute expressions, listening to the master's teachings. When they heard Chu Xun say that they should abandon Donglin Sect if necessary, everyone present had a sad mood in their hearts. Has the situation in Jiuzhou become so pessimistic? They were at a loss and listened to the teachings nervously.
After a quarter of an hour, when the remaining arrangements were made, Chu Xun looked at Bai Luli again and said, "There has been some turmoil in Chenzhou. As a master, when necessary, the disciples' affairs are the master's affairs. You don't have to go back to Chenzhou. I will go for you!"
"Master!"
Bai Luli's heart was throbbing.
"Okay!"
"I'm leaving!"
Chu Xun did not give them too much time to linger. The recovery of the Forbidden Zone Supreme was imminent, and he had been bathed in thunder to welcome the emperor's calamity. He didn't have much time to stay. He even had no time to go back to Donglin Sect. He could only stand in the distance and look at it from afar. His eyes fell on the hazy pavilion and showed nostalgia. That was the Sutra Pavilion where he had stayed for a long time.
"Let's go!"
But Chu Xun knew.
Although this place is nice.
But he couldn't stay.
He paced.
He walked forward.
Looking at his back, the people who were standing there felt their eyes dry, tears about to burst out, and they felt deeply remorseful and powerless, and felt annoyed that they couldn't help their master.
…
Desolate Heaven Palace.
When Chu Xun approached, he just said: "Let's disperse!"
Inside the palace.
The Lord of Desolate Heaven Palace.
The Elder Ming of the Sutra Library.
The Lord of the Wanxiang Palace.
Ye Huang.
Zhang Cheng.
There were also many disciples who looked up and saw the figure in the green shirt striding away, trembling towards the thunder tribulation. Their hearts were touched, and inexplicable sadness flowed from their hearts. This Elder Chu, who was once respected by them, went alone to fight the Supreme with great righteousness.
…
Chenzhou.
When I stepped on this place.
The sky and earth thundered.
Under the tilt.
The explosion sounded for nine days.
The terrible thunder seemed to destroy the world, pouring towards the hazy figure, and a wisp of supreme imperial power also flowed from its body. This is an absolute emperor.
"Bathe in the thunder tribulation!"
"About to be born!"
Chu Xun whispered softly.
Only when he really stood in front of the thunder tribulation, and felt the vastness of the thunder and the resistance of the emperor, did he understand how terrifying this confrontation was. Ordinary quasi-emperors were as fragile as ants in front of them, and a wisp of bright red blood fell, dyeing the sky red, and turned into red clouds. It was the emperor's injury, shocking.
Standing here.
In his heart.
A wisp of powerlessness was born.
But he did not retreat.
He couldn't help but think of the system in his heart, but with a slight sense of loss. His system was a kind of cultivation, more inclined to the host's own efforts, and to lend a helping hand at critical moments, but never to give huge help right away. Even if the Shenzhou Continent is now in the dark age, the system has no excessive reaction.
The system can no longer be relied on, and standing here staring at the emperor who is crossing the calamity, he took out the last item that gave him hope while he was unable to grow.
The world heart order!
This token that gave him great help had a total of nine members, and from beginning to end, No. 1, No. 2, and No. 8 never showed up, nor did they speak in it. He didn't know whether these three had inherited the world heart order, nor did he know whether they knew the situation in Jiuzhou, but he wanted to give it a try.