The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 125 122: Ten Thousand Bones Withered (Please subscribe!)

Before the war, in order to boost the morale and cohesion of his own side, Zhou Wu had individual communications with almost all the innate priests.

Only each of you knows your own promises.

As for those under the Xiantian class, the method he used was the simplest, which was to double the number of good things on the exchange list and make the price half as cheap.

Even those ghostwriters who joined later would drool when looking at this list, as there are really all kinds of benefits.

It can be said that Wenxiangguan’s investment in this battle is almost unlimited.

It is these irresistible benefits that make these people step onto the stage regardless of life and death.

They had survived the previous series of fierce battles, and now was the time to reap the fruits of victory. They would naturally not give up the heads and points they had obtained.

Even Chu Zhou hesitated for a moment before chasing after him.

However, unlike others, he was very particular in choosing his targets. That's right, they were those old guys who were not yet dead.

Although these old guys are born warriors with amazing strength, they are willing to risk their lives at any time, which makes others afraid to risk their lives.

However, they are all "fragile". When encountering someone like Chu Zhou who cannot be killed with one sword, their "fragile" attribute becomes more obvious.

Chu Zhou immediately identified them, his magic power flowed, a blue dragon appeared, and with one pounce he directly shattered their sword energy.

Then there was an endless fight, with big moves, attack against attack, and using one's body to resist the sword energy, leaving no chance for these old guys to breathe.

As long as he could deplete their physical strength and make them slow to react, he could use a fatal move to take their lives.

He used the same move three times and chased for hundreds of miles along the mountain path. He had already left the range of the arena, but the last old man was left behind.

In other words, in this battle, Chu Zhou almost single-handedly killed five of the six innate warriors, the Yunya Sword Sect's trump cards.

Even Chu Zhou was calculating how many mission points these five innate warriors would get, how much benefits they would get, how much silver they would exchange for, and how many martial arts secrets they would get.

He was so excited just thinking about it!

……

Elsewhere, a drunken old man, along with Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie, were besieging a congenital warrior.

It was mainly the old drunkard who was directing and watching Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie take action. And this innate person was none other than the fourth elder Xin Xingjuan.

At this moment, she was not just injured, but she had completely lost her fighting spirit, was in despair, and felt hopeless.

In this state, she was a little hesitant and delayed when she drew her sword, which naturally created many dangers.

On the side, the old drunkard was already thinking that after this battle, the 'Calming and Soul-Calming Incense' would definitely be available for redemption again.

He must, must be fully prepared before trying to break through to the innate realm!
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Another place,
Bai Chongyuan thrust the broken sword in his hand into Yin Shengyun's chest, but he could not hold on.

His knees went weak and he fell to the ground, taking Yin Shengyun with him.

The two true disciples who had fought to the death until now actually used a very strange posture, pressing their heads against each other, in order to avoid falling down.

With excessive blood loss, Bai Chongyuan's narrow eyes could not open, but he still muttered: "Speaking of you, speaking of you, why don't you just be my eldest disciple? Why do you have to risk your life with me?
Now, do you regret it now?"

Unfortunately, Yin Shengyun ignored him. He just tried to look up and gazed into the distance, muttering, "Master, Master, Shengyun, Shengyun did not let you down!"

"Shengyun's life is returned to you!"

……

Another place.

Cao Bao swung the hammer frantically, smashing it down again and again. The ground within a hundred meters radius roared as if there was an earthquake.

The rising smoke and gas explosion directly formed circles of shock waves that spread outward.

Until he had no more strength left, he stopped moving, gasping for breath.

Under his hammer, a corpse had lost its head, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

"I bother!"

After spitting fiercely, Cao Bao became arrogant again: "I let you be arrogant, but you still got beaten to death by me!"...

Another place,
Dozens of Wenxiang Temple disciples with red scarves tied on their arms surrounded the five Yunya disciples.

The leader seemed to know a certain Yunya disciple and said with a smile: "Qiu Dongsheng, Senior Brother Qiu, you are here too?"

"Do you still remember me? My little sister bumped into you on the road, and then you kicked her to death. The little girl's sternum was broken into pieces."

"Today, today, you have fallen into my hands. Don't worry, don't worry, I won't let you die easily, I definitely won't let you die easily!"

As he spoke, the leader looked at the other disciples of Wenxiang Temple, bowed, and saluted, saying: "I will give all the credit for today to my brothers. I only ask that this person must be given to me!"

……

Another place,
Zuo Qiutong, a little old man, was holding the body of his fellow apprentice, and was crying loudly.

There were many corpses scattered around him, some from the Husha Pavilion and some from the Yunya Sword Sect.

If you look closely, you can easily find that among them is the body of Guan Bochuan, the great elder of the Yunya Sword Sect. He died in a very miserable way, and his entire body was almost burned to charcoal.

This death was actually caused by his own "Fire Palm".

It was also Zuoqiu Tong's fault that he rushed too aggressively, always thinking about making a big move, so he was ambushed by the people gathered by Guan Bochuan.

If his junior fellow apprentice had not rushed out and blocked the disaster for him, he would have been the one to die at this moment.

But the problem was that the Husha Pavilion had already suffered heavy losses, with only two people left. Now one of them had been killed because of him. For a moment, they were overwhelmed with grief and could hardly control themselves.

……

center of the battlefield,

When everyone has left, chase the enemy and kill them all. Although there will be repetitions in the process, this great victory is inevitable!

It can even be said that since Zhou Wu took off old man Yun Lie's head, this battle was bound to be a victory.

Subsequent pursuits can only be regarded as expanding the fruits of victory and cutting off future troubles as much as possible.

In the center of the battlefield, only Zhou Wu stood there, without moving a single step, and Mei Jiao Niang slowly walked to his side.

At this moment, she is still so charming and enchanting, her hair is not messy at all, and her face is still so beautiful.

She slowly knelt down beside Zhou Wu, held Zhou Wu's rough hands with both hands and placed them on her face, and said softly: "Congratulations, Zhou Lang, congratulations, Zhou Lang, you finally got what you wanted and destroyed the Yunya Sword Sect!"

"From today on, my great revenge has been achieved, and Zhou Lang can now take a break."

Zhou Wu lowered his head slightly, stroking the delicate face with his fingers, his eyes revealing a sad look, and said: "The storms of the world, how much sorrow! I am sorry for you..."

"No, no, everything is voluntary. I just hope that Zhou Lang can live a more relaxed, free and unrestrained life for the rest of his life."

At the end of her words, her voice became smaller and smaller, until her head lowered slightly and her hands hung down limply.

The view changed, and her back was covered in blood and white bones. One could even see her heart beating, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

She was at the marrow training stage, and had to hold on while being hunted by the fourth elder Xin Xingjuan. It was impossible for her to do so without paying any price.

The fact that she has been able to hold on until now shows that she is quite capable.

In this battle, Mei Jiaoniang, the left protector of Wenxiang Temple, died!
Without support, Mei Jiaoniang's body was about to fall, but was held up by a big hand.

Zhou Wu sat down slowly, threw away old man Yun Lie's head casually, and then leaned Mei Jiao's head against himself, then raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky.

A long time ago, when his master and uncle died suddenly, he had shed all his tears and felt that in this life, he could shed blood but never tears.

But at this moment, at this moment, the tears that flowed from the corners of my eyes finally wet the ground.

Wen Xiangguan won this battle. He achieved his wish, but he didn't know how much it cost.

But there’s nothing we can do, this is the world of martial arts!

This is war!
This is what it means when one general succeeds and thousands of soldiers die!

　This chapter doesn't have enough words, but I think it's best to stop here, and adding more would be redundant.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)