"Why didn't you run then? Why didn't you run!"

A smile appeared in Ze Yanhua's eyes.

She felt calm inside.

If Zhao Chu dies in battle, she will follow in her husband's footsteps.

If we can't be husband and wife in the human world, then we will meet in the underworld.

…

"Senior Hong Duanya, thank you for your guidance during this time,"

Last time.

Zhao Chu opened the demon mirror for the last time, and found a familiar dry space.

A familiar indifferent figure.

He is still as towering as a mountain, giving people an indescribable oppression.

"You have some good friends, but you should be dead long ago!"

Hong Duanya didn't turn around. He didn't seem to want to see the scene of Zhao Chu's death.

"Life and death are determined by fate, and I must do my best to obey fate. If God wants me to die, how can I resist!"

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly.

Maybe he, a time traveler who shouldn't have appeared, offended God and sent the golden rat demon to take away his life.

"sky?"

"Why should we let it control our lives? It's a pity how difficult it is to really break through the sky..."

Hong Duanya felt sad.

Zhao Chu's pupils changed.

For the first time in such a long time, he heard such helpless loneliness in Hong Duanya's tone.

His tone was like that of a prisoner who was about to be beheaded. He was clearly going to die in the next breath, but he still disdained the emperor's power.

"Yes, how difficult it must be to go against this!"

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly.

The breath of death was so close, and now that it was over, what was the use of thinking about it anymore.

After the time travel, the scenes are like movie scenes, constantly appearing and disappearing in my mind.

Zhao Chu's thinking could no longer support the operation of the Demon Mirror.

He stared blankly at the sky.

The heavy rain is like a whirlpool, pouring down from the sky, and like a bottomless palm, tightly strangling people's throats, forcing you to die.

"I once went against the will of heaven, and I once conquered everything!"

"But Hong Duanya is right. Everyone has a heart that wants to pierce the sky, but how many of them can really change their fate against the sky?"

The dark wind gathered into a huge black fist.

On the surface of the black fist, pustules are tumbling, and there are grimaces.

asphyxia!

This time, the black fist did not fall in a hurry, but instead compressed.

Those grimaces are deforming and being squeezed.

Broken in fear, twisted in howl.

The grimaces were compressed into dregs.

finally!

Zhao Chu saw this punch clearly.

This is a real punch, this is a punch that belongs to the Golden Rat Demon King.

The last punch.

The dignified Demon King of the East Demon District finally gave up on the so-called Nascent Soul posture. He did not hesitate to burn his true essence, and used his true body as the basis to blast out this fatal punch.

"Without my spirit body, how can I withstand my last punch!"

Click!

With just a subtle tremor, dark cracks were opened next to the black fist.

This is the last moment of the Setsuna Barrier.

This was the last punch Zhao Chu faced.

This was Zhao Chu's last look in the world.

"Could all this be a dream?"

…

Bang!

Shen Fusheng pinched the bones in his palm until they bent.

Everyone in the Tianci Sect stood erect.

It goes from golden elixir to refining qi.

All members of the Tianci Sect performed military salutes and looked solemnly in the direction of Zhao Chu.

There is their young sect.

He single-handedly reversed the occupation.

With his own power, he turned the entire Demon Realm upside down.

Their young sect was shamelessly attacked and killed by the Yuanying Demon Emperor.

That’s right!

Looking at the entire northern realm, only Yuanying is qualified to assassinate Shaozong.

The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the water has reached people's ankles.

There was rain on everyone's face.

Maybe... there are still some tears that are not easy to detect.

…

In the clock of life.

The last grain of sand belonging to Zhao Chu shook faster and faster.

This last grain of sand touches the hearts of countless people.

…

Slowly closed his eyes.

With the recovery of the Immortal Base Pill, Zhao Chu could barely move his fingers.

But so what?

Even if you are at your peak now, how many punches can you withstand from Nascent Soul?

This was a kind of helpless resistance, and he really tried his best.

One inch!

Two inches!

In the eyes of the Golden Rat Demon King, there is only contempt for the ants.

The cold fist light is getting closer and closer!

The breath of death was so cold that the punch was like pig iron that had been frozen for ten thousand years, cooling people's bones to the bone.

In fact, I really can’t bear to die!

The feeling of dying is really uncomfortable.

…

Tick ​​tock!

Suddenly, Zhao Chu's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, a few drops of hot liquid fell on his face, and then it turned cold instantly.

Just like the most beautiful flowers, they withered just after they bloomed.

From hot to cold.
To be continued...