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"Three...... Child...... Three...... Happy...... Be careful......" Zheng Qiusheng let out a difficult sound, his eyes widened wider and wider, staring straight at Bai Ze's cocoon, and finally his pupils shrank and he didn't breathe.

Zheng Huanle let go of his hand, and Zheng Qiusheng opened his eyes like this and fell back.

His eyes reflected the large silver cocoon hanging from the top of the space, and at the edge of the crack that had not healed for a long time, a fine gray silk thread was constantly penetrating into it.

Zheng Qiusheng died.

Zheng Huanle and Ji Yan both lost their strength and sat on the ground.

Ji Yan looked at Zheng Huanle worriedly, Zheng Huanle looked at Zheng Qiusheng's corpse blankly, and for a while, neither of them knew what to say.

Within the Dead Domain, the battle between Qingzun and Chaos is also coming to an end, this place of death has been bombarded by indescribable forces at this moment, whether it is the ground or the sky, there are shocking cracks everywhere, those cracks are like the wounds of giants, permeated with red water like a river, and the gray mist squeezes the breath of death, spreading and raging in the dead realm, and then being buried and devoured by the death air!

This kind of scene can be described as hell.

Although Qingzun was already covered in trauma, with the recovery of the source of life, it was difficult to push him to the limit. But chaos is different, in the Dead Domain, except for the snatched inheritance seed, it can't absorb any other power, after exhausting the inheritance, it can only blindly consume itself, in the face of Qingzun's non-stop attacks, it has to accept the fact that it has fallen into the upper hand.

"Qing'er, do you really want to destroy the soul of this saint?" The chaos gradually changed from counterattacking to avoiding battle, and his figure was like an arc of lightning and fire, sensitively dodging Qingzun's attack.

It's just that its strength has been consumed too much, and the longer it drags on, the more Qingzun's pursuit makes it difficult to parry.

"Don't forget your ultimate plan......! You ......"

"Kill!"

Qingzun's eyes were fierce and deaf. There is only one killing word left in his consciousness now, and he will never stop killing the target, he has completely become a killing god at this moment!

Chaos couldn't help but sigh in the dodge, it had cultivated half of Qing'er's soul like this, just so that he could better play the role of the butcher's knife!

But how can I imagine that now, I have actually caused such a big trouble to myself.

It seems that the word self-inflicted on oneself has fallen on one's head today......

Chaos sighed, and the fleeing figure suddenly stopped, and at this moment, there was a monstrous sea of green fire on all sides of him, and it had no way to escape.

"Flood Desolation Green ......" Chaos Yu Yu spat out four words, watching the sea of fire shrink step by step, and finally formed a circle around it.

This fire was filled with the aura of the Eight Desolations of the Holy Beasts, and it was very hot, completely restraining the power of chaos.

It is surrounded by fire, and it can be said that it is doomed.

Chaos looked at Qingzun, who stopped outside the green fire ring, his body trembling constantly, and his face tense, and couldn't help but sigh: "Qing'er, do you really plan to burn this saint with fire here?"

"Today, you will die...... Qingzun's face turned blue, as if he was bearing something, and his body trembled more and more.

Chaos sighed again, "Calm down, you should know the price of using the Fire of the Holy Beast in the Divine Domain. If this holy is burned to death, your soul will also be damaged to a certain extent, not to mention that while the fire burns this holy soul body, your soul will also suffer the same pain of burning fire!"

The chaotic soul body kept getting smaller and smaller in the flames, but it never cared about itself, its deep red eyes only stared at Qingzun, and sighed one after another.

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