Before today, Xie Nandu had used himself as a bait to create a big picture, in which Xilu and others were pawns, but there was still a lot to be said in order to accomplish this.

There was a magic medicine that the goddess was willing to give up, and almost half of Zhu Xia's life was saved.

In the end, Chen Chao was able to rush here because of the appearance of Emperor Liang and countless people guarding the Great Wall.

It can be said that in order to win the battle and to kill the Demon Emperor, everyone has paid a lot.

It is by no means a simple battle between two people.

Chen Chao definitely does not have the ability to kill this Lord of Demons alone.

At least not yet.

"After my death, you will be invincible in the world."

The Demon Emperor looked at Chen Chao, with mixed emotions in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back and asked: "Will you let there be no trace of our existence in the world?"

Perhaps at the last moment of his life, the Demon Emperor finally began to care about the survival of the Demon clan.

Chen Chao looked at him and did not give an answer. He just said: "The people of Daliang have been kneeling for more than two hundred years. Going forward, the people of the human race have been kneeling for more than a thousand years. You probably don't want to kneel either."

"Sometimes I have to kneel down, so I just kneel down."

After the Demon Emperor said this calmly, he shook his head and said, "Since it's you, there's nothing more to say."

After saying this, the Demon Emperor turned and walked towards the north, arriving at one side of the Onan River. He wanted to walk from here to the other side, but when he got here, he lost the strength.

, just fell down.

He died on the side of the Onan River.

At the last moment of his life, the Demon Emperor lay like this, staring at the sky with his eyes open, letting the wind and snow slowly fall on him.

Chen Chao picked up Yunni, then walked towards the Demon Emperor with his knife.

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In the wind and snow, Xie Nandu had no snow on his body.

Her natal flying swords had already developed spirituality. Although they had been severely damaged by the Demon Emperor before, they were still hovering in the sky with difficulty at this moment, blocking the falling snow for Xie Nandu.

In the distance, a young man in black shirt limped over.

The flying swords trembled for a while at first, and then fell quietly after feeling the person's breath.

The young man in black shirt, whose face was as pale as white paper, came to Xie Nandu, squatted down with some effort, looked at the woman who always had her eyes open, but her breath was very weak, stretched out his hand to gather her hair, and said with a smile: "Let's go,

I’ll go back and roast sweet potatoes for you to eat.”

After saying this, he knelt down, carried her on his back, and walked towards the south.

She leaned on his back, still speechless. His back was cold, but she felt inexplicably warm. She saw that her clothes were becoming brighter little by little.

But the young man in black shirt was just limping along.
Chapter completed!