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Chapter 342
Chu Xia walked in.

Wei Tianlin followed closely behind her.

Until Chu Xia walked to the middle of the Endless Domain, twelve black iron pillars formed a circle, and each iron pillar was wrapped with an iron chain full of spiritual power, which passed through the unkempt man in the middle.

Hearing the sound, the struggling man raised his head.

Sure enough, it was a face exactly like Wei Tianlin's.

It's just because he has been sealed here for tens of thousands of years, so the face of the Demon King has a bit of vicissitudes.

"moon……"

The moment the devil saw Chu Xia, he completely forgot to struggle, and only knew to look at her stupidly.

He even forgot to take back the three souls entrusted to Wei Tianlin.

Chu Xia walked over expressionlessly, raised his hand and pierced his heart with a sword.

Decisive and sharp, without hesitation.

The power of the demon king who was pierced through the heart by the swords of the gods quickly disappeared like quicksand, and his body has aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yue..." He raised his hand with difficulty, trying to caress Chu Xia's face.

However, because of the chain that ran through his palm, he didn't even touch the corner of Chu Xia's clothes.

"Yue is dead." Chu Xia looked at the Demon King, squatted down, and whispered in his ear, "He died a long time ago. You killed him, have you forgotten?"

"No," the Demon King's face gradually turned gray, his eyes were cloudy, and he lost his brightness and spirit, "Yue is not dead, Yue is still alive, only Yue can kill me...I only allow Yue to kill me... "

The devil finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

Even though he fell to the ground, his eyes were still fixed on Chu Xia, as if he was whispering softly: "Only you can kill me..."

The Demon King closed his eyes completely.

It once made the whole world of cultivating immortals panic and caused disasters several times. The demon king, who was said to be immortal, just died like this.

He died so easily under the Zhanshen Sword in Chu Xia's hands, without even a trace of resistance.

"You..." Wei Tianlin was shocked at the moment, but he didn't know how to express it.

His soul comes from the devil, and there will be more or less bonds with the devil that others cannot understand.

And he also knew that there was such an embarrassing relationship between Qingyue and the Demon King.

Originally, I thought that after the two of them met, they would definitely be emotional and have a lot to say and explain.

——Just like the Demon King's reaction.

However, Qingyue did not expect her to kill the Demon King with a single sword in such a straightforward, cold and ruthless manner.

"Qingyue, you..."

However, Wei Tianlin didn't finish his sentence, and the next moment he stopped speaking because of the pain.

He stared wide-eyed at the sword on his chest.

The tip of the sword had pierced into his body.

On the simple and heavy hilt, a white jade-like plain hand holds it.

After all, he is not as powerful as the Demon King, and he can still resist the might of the swords of the gods with his own strength.

The moment the swords of the gods pierced Wei Tianlin's body, he fell down completely exhausted.

Do not look down.

107 couldn't bear to see it.

"Host, you are really too heartless."

Without saying a word, Chu Xia pushed the system back into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness and warned it not to come out without authorization.

Then, she walked to Wei Tianlin's side, reached out to caress his cheek, and slowly helped him close his eyes.

At this moment, all the resentment from Qingyue that lingered in Chu Xia's body dissipated into the air.

The wind passed without a trace.

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