When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"I promise you, I will save your clan." Before Lan Zijun could think about it, Hua Tian agreed, it was already at this time, there was nothing else he could do.

"Thank you, sir." Zhong Liwo bowed in the pool.

"Hey, when did you become so polite." Huatian sneered.

Zhongli responded with a smile, and hugged Shen Changliu tightly in his arms.

"Let's go, let's go to the bottom of the sea." Hua Tian waved his hand and got out of the ice pool, and a few followed.

Lan Zijun did not leave for a long time, looked at Zhongli in the pool, sighed helplessly, turned and followed.

In the pool, Shen Changliu twitched in pain, all the pustules on his body burst, and his life came to an end.

Zhongli kept kissing Shen Changliu's forehead through the cloth, hoping to relieve his pain. Shen Changliu eased up a lot, and there was a cry under the cloth. In this life, only the time with Zhongli is worth remembering.

On the way back to Donghai, Huatian asked Lan Zijun with some guilt: "Is there any way to open the black iron gate?"

Lan Zijun glared at Huatian, and said angrily, "You don't even know this, how confident are you to agree to Zhongli."

"Since everyone says there is a way, they will definitely be able to open the Xuantie Gate." Hua Tian firmly believed, seeing Lan Zijun's frowning face, he had some doubts in his heart, and asked, "Is it related to me?"

Lan Zijun nodded.

"Jianjian, give me the spirit guard sword." Huatian stretched out his hand and demanded.

Jianjian clenched his sleeves tightly, bowed his head in silence, and did not move.

"Give it to me, Zhongli needs us." Huatian persuaded softly.

"Maybe there are other ways." With tears in his eyes, Jianjian handed the sword to Huatian, which meant that he was once again possessed by the devil, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"You can give it a try." Lan Zijun, who had always been against it, suddenly said.

Jianjian looked at him in surprise, why did he change his words now.

Lan Zijun was expressionless, he wanted to try more than just chopping black iron with his sword.

"Kenken, give it to me." Hanada demanded again.

"I'll give it to you when we get to East China Sea." This was Jianjian's last stubbornness.

Arriving in the East China Sea smoothly, Jian Jian sighed, took out the weapon box from his sleeve, opened the lid, and the spirit guard sword expanded, returning to its original appearance.

As soon as he got close to Huatian, a wave of black energy slowly poured in. Huatian gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of the sword. The spiritual power of his body was suddenly withdrawn and became extremely light, while the sword became heavy.

"Ah!" Hua Tian exhausted all his strength, raised the spirit guard sword, and slashed towards the sea. A huge gap was instantly opened in the sea, and the waves on both sides were separated, and the bottom was deep.

In the blink of an eye, the sea rejoined again, returning to the past, Huatian knelt down on one knee, supported by the sword, panting tiredly, and smiled at Jianjian: "Look, I can control the sword."

Even though Hanada said so, Kaneken was still not at ease, smiled slightly, and perfunctory.

Wei Zhi stepped forward to fight with Huatian, all kinds of praises, holding Huatian up to the sky, here is making a fuss, while Jianjian on the other side bowed his head deeply.

Lan Zijun came to Jianjian's side and said: "If Huatian is possessed by a demon at the bottom of the sea, you can go forward and hug him like Chaoge."

Lan Zijun's purpose is obvious.

Jian Jian understood the reason why Lan Zijun changed his words suddenly, shook his head and smiled, he didn't have to do this, Jian Jian would give the sword to Hua Tian, ​​because he had already planned to use his life as a bargaining chip: "Even if you let me die, I won't let him die." Out of control."

"Won't you regret it if you die?" Lan Zijun wasn't too surprised by Jianjian's deep affection for Huatian, but felt that such an unreserved sacrifice was too unworthy.

"In the same situation, if it were you and Emperor Huagai, would you regret it?" Jian Jian turned his head and smiled at Lan Zijun, and after finishing speaking, he strode towards the flower field.If there is a deadline for death, he tries to live the remaining time well.

Lan Zijun looked at Jianjian's leaving back in amazement. He felt that he had hidden his feelings well enough. It turns out that Jianjian who has been silent all the time is the most transparent one.

"It feels like you are so powerful." Jian Jian stepped forward and boasted in reverse.

"You don't need to feel it, it's what it is." Hanada pinched Keneken's cheek, and when the skin touched, secret feelings surged.

After catching Jianjian, Huatian hugged him lightly, then pushed him away immediately, and said resolutely, "Let's go, let's go to the bottom of the sea."

A few went straight to the dilapidated hall.

It was the ebb tide, and the ocean current was surging rapidly. The blowing made them unsteady, squinting their eyes, and vaguely saw the road ahead.

Coming to the main hall again, Hanada and the others had different moods.

"The buoyancy of the bottom of the sea is strong, plus the resistance of the black iron gate, you have to use several times the force." Lan Zijun reminded.

"Got it!" Huatian shouted, being hit by the violent ocean current, he didn't care about anyone else.

Moving with big strides, Huatian came to the main entrance, and the black iron gate was once again covered with moss, and it was a piece of blackness, up to several feet high.

Jianjian sneaked up behind Huatian, ready to rush forward at any moment.

Holding the hilt of the sword again, something unexpected happened, the bottom of the sea rolled up, and the dark devilish energy reached the ocean current, making the bottom of the sea into a dead silence.

Not far away, Jian Jian stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at the demonic energy above his head, and his surroundings were plunged into darkness.

From the main hall, more and more devilish energy rolled out and poured into the sword. In an instant, Huatian was controlled, and his eyes were filled with black devilish energy.

"How could there be so much devilish energy?" The situation exceeded Lan Zijun's expectations, and the situation was once again uncontrollable.

"What should I do?" Wei Zhi was extremely afraid of the Huatian who had been possessed by demons, and that's how he died in Huangquan at the beginning.

Lan Zijun frowned and remained silent, waiting for the situation to change.

Fortunately, Huatian regarded the main hall as an opponent, approached the main hall, raised his hand and slashed down, and drew a few swords out of thin air.

The impenetrable black iron gate was as weak as straw paper, torn apart, the hall collapsed instantly, and with a roar, the colossus rushed out and disappeared into the sea in the blink of an eye.

A gust of air passed over Lan Zijun and Wei Zhi. Wei Zhi separated his feet, lowered his waist, stabilized his body, looked in the direction where the shadow disappeared, and asked Lan Zijun, "What was that that passed by just now?"

"Don't worry about that, let's stabilize our Lord Yama now." Lan Zijun walked towards the collapsed place of the main hall.

Corpses littered the field, and with the collapse of the hall, countless corpses were exposed, followed by more demonic energy, and all the resentment from the Changjing clan was poured into the spirit guard sword.

Huatian fell to the ground, unable to bear the continuous stream of magic energy, his body was about to be torn apart.

In a trance, the familiar feeling came again.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sun is strong, the turtledoves hover above the head, and the smell of blood permeates the nostrils.

Turning his head to look to the side, the bones were still there, and a few vultures were biting a fresh corpse, staring at him with round eyes.

where is thiswho I am?

His eyes were blurred, and a thick voice sounded in the sky above his head. He looked around, but there was no one there. His body was separated from his soul, and he talked to the voice in the air on his own.