Shen Qingzhu was stunned.

Also in the same state of shock was the man who was being strangled by the Ninth Seat and muttering.

"This is impossible!" Yi Yu's eyes were full of disbelief, "I have planted a soul contract with you, you can't possibly betray me!"

"Soul Contract..." A smile appeared in the eyes of the Ninth Seat. "That thing is actually not as useful as you think. It is really fragile in front of that adult's consciousness."

"Spiritual consciousness?" Yi Yu frowned, "What is that?"

"You wouldn't understand the president's unique method even if I told you."

"President? You're not from the Night's Watch?"

The ninth seat shook his head, "No."

"Besides my Ancient God Church, what other churches are there in Daxia?"

"The Church of the Ancient God? It's just a cancer in Daxia." The corner of the Ninth Seat's mouth slightly raised, "Your vision is too narrow. Why don't you look further ahead, such as... outside Daxia?"

Yi Yu frowned, "I don't believe there is any force that can exist in the fog."

"So, a cancer can only be a cancer." The Ninth Seat sneered.

"What is your purpose in lurking around me for so long?"

"In order to poke this cancer at the right time." The Ninth Seat shook his head with some regret. "It's a pity that the Ancient God Church only accepts God's agents, so I can only join the [Believers] and monitor your every move."

"Just your 'Wuliang'?"

"So what if 'Wulian' is here? Isn't he still holding your throat now?" The Ninth Seat spoke slowly, "Sometimes, patience is more important than strength."

"Eleven years... your patience is truly terrifying."

"But I didn't expect that you secretly ordered the Third and First Officers to kill all the members of Team 008." The Ninth Officer narrowed his eyes slightly, "I was wondering before, why the Night Watch didn't make any move even though I had secretly left marks to remind Team 008 so many times..."

Yi Yu stared at him for a long time, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"He Lin, I must admit that I am very surprised by your identity... but if you think you have won, you are a little too naive.

[Psychic] The team has been chasing me for so long but failed to kill me, how could I die so easily in your hands? "

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to fade strangely, like smoke blown away by the breeze, and dissipated in the air.

The ninth seat's eyes narrowed.

He turned around almost reflexively, and powerful spiral energy burst out from his palms, rushing towards the figure in the black tuxedo!

"Don't forget, this place... is a nightmare I created."

Yi Yu took a step forward, and his figure suddenly became ethereal. The two spiral energy forces touched his body and passed through it as if there was nothing in it.

The next moment, he came in front of the ninth seat.

The palm wearing a white glove lightly pressed on the chest of the Ninth Seat, like a sledgehammer hitting a piece of white paper, and the Ninth Seat's chest collapsed instantly!

puff--!

The ninth seat suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the edge of the altar. The blood flowed and gradually gathered into a small pool of blood.

He muttered incoherently and groaned, and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices again. His face was as pale as paper, and even his walk began to shake slightly.

Mobilizing so much power again made Yiyu's already fragmented mental strength even worse. The remaining sword energy in his body began to rage again, cutting his internal organs.

"Damn it..." Yiyu's vision was a little blurry. He walked towards the seriously injured Ninth Seat while muttering to himself.

At the edge of the altar, the Ninth Seat looked at Yayu approaching with his eyes extremely cold.

A look of hesitation appeared on Yiyu's face.

His current state is truly exhausted, and it is difficult for him to use his ability to escape again. If the Ninth Seat is determined to kill him, he might really succeed...

At this moment, Yiyu seemed to have thought of something and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"It seems that I don't need to do it myself..."

He turned his head and found that Shen Qingzhu had jumped up from under the altar and stood next to Yiyu.

Yi Yu stretched out his hand, trembling slightly, and pointed at the ninth seat, speaking hoarsely:

"Shen Qingzhu, kill him for me...

Now, the [Believers] have basically been wiped out, but as long as I am alive, the [Believers] can still be reorganized.

As I told you before, a brand new era is about to begin, and you... are destined to be the one who leads the entire [Believers] to glory.

Kill him, and you will be the first of the Believers."

Shen Qingzhu stared at him for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

He turned around, turned his back to the whispering, and walked slowly towards the ninth seat lying on the ground.

The Ninth Seat raised his head and looked at the young man, a faint smile appearing on his bloodstained face.

"Do you have any last words?" Shen Qingzhu asked calmly.

"No."

"Really?"

"Um."

"If you really don't have a last word, how about I think of one for you?"

"Tell me about it."

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath.

Shouted loudly:

"SpongeBob!! Let's go catch jellyfish!!!"

When his loud voice echoed in the underground space, the man standing behind him was stunned for a moment, then his pupils trembled uncontrollably and his expression struggled violently!

The two souls that had been suppressed in his heart became more excited than ever!

At that moment, the whispering could no longer maintain consciousness, and the remaining rationality completely collapsed...

He raised his hands high, his face flushed with excitement, and shouted loudly:

"Okay!! Patrick!! Let's go catch jellyfish!!"

Swish——!

Shen Qingzhu turned around instantly and poured all his mental energy into the black ring in his hand.

Then……

Throw it hard!

A black soul sword extended out from the ring, instantly pierced through the space and pierced into the heart of Whispering!

One knife,

Broken soul.

Yayu's hands were still raised high, and the excited smile on his face was frozen, like a funny sculpture, frozen in place.

His eyes were dull and completely lifeless.

Shen Qingzhu did not relax, but took a step forward and snapped his fingers in the air.

Bang! !

A raging fire started from under Yiyu's feet and covered his entire body in the blink of an eye. The fire licked Yiyu's body, and crackling sounds echoed in the dead silent underground space.

This is not only to finish off the enemy, but also to burn his body to prevent his mental power from flowing into the altar and replenish the last part of his mental power.

Click!!

A crisp shattering sound was heard suddenly, and the surrounding void exploded inch by inch, and this nightmare space began to gradually fade away...

Shen Qingzhu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Until this moment, he dared to be truly sure.

The whisper is dead...

He killed her.

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