When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Didn't you see? Qixin's goal is Jianjian." Hua Tian yelled at Lan Zijun.

As long as it is related to Jianjian, Lan Zijun doesn't know how to persuade Huatian, so he can only say kindly: "Isn't Jianjian safe here? With so many of us here, Xixin will not do anything to him."

"In Kater, Yang Yi took Jianjian away right in front of me. If I didn't have full confidence in protecting Jianjian, then I would wipe out all the dangers." Huatian stepped up his efforts to snatch the box.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it had to be tied. Lan Zijun turned to Jianjian for help, and he was the only one who could persuade Huatian.

Jianjian simply let go of his hand.

Without a force, Hua Tian and Lan Zijun lost strength and fell to the ground one after another.

Jianjian pointed to Huatian and said, "You can do whatever you like. I've already made up my mind. Isn't it just a matter of death? I'll go down to accompany you after you die."

The broken jar really frightened Huatian, clutching the box and thinking.

He took the Spirit Guard Sword to protect Jianjian, and now that he took the Spirit Guard Sword, it might cause Jianjian to die, so why take it.

Standing up, Hanada came to Jianjian with the Spirit Guard Sword in his hand, he laughed and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I will never keep the Spirit Guard Sword privately again, don't be angry."

Jianjian wasn't angry with Huatian at all, but seeing that Huatian had an epiphany, his attitude softened, and he stretched out his hand towards Huatian.

Huatian presented the box respectfully, and the husband he had chosen would be pampered even on his knees.

The spirit guard sword returned to its original position, but Ke Xixin was getting closer and closer to Jianjian.

Hanada and the others stand in front of Kaneken, not knowing how to deal with Xixin.

The salt was snatched away by him, and he couldn't hit him, so he was completely passive.

Xi Xin licked the corner of her mouth, and approached Huatian with a ferocious smile. Blood was all over her body, and milky yellow liquid kept flowing out of her bumpy skin.

"He's here, what should we do?" Huatian and the others were forced by Qi Xin, and kept retreating.

Wei Zhi raised Sanxue, went around behind Xi Xin, and chopped off with his knife.

The blade pierced through Xi Xin's body straight, and Wei Zhi stirred it, but it didn't work at all.

Feeling the attack, Qi Xin turned around, bared her fangs, and rushed towards Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew, Qi Xin didn't bother to fight, turned around, stared at Jian Jian intently, and continued to stride forward.

"Brother Zijun, take Jianjian back to the underworld first." There was no other way, Huatian had no choice but to hide Jianjian first, and then make a stopgap.

"Have you forgotten where Xi Xin came from?" Lan Zijun said, he could not lead Qi Xin to the underworld again.

"We can lure him to the East China Sea." Jianjian said.

"The East China Sea is far away. If you can't lure it, you can go halfway and harm other places." Not sure, Lan Zijun didn't want to lure Xi Xin at will.

"It won't work if you don't attract, what do you say?" Hua Tian complained, Lan Zijun was just too cautious.

Lan Zijun was silent, he had no choice.

Several fell silent again.

"I have a solution." The thick and clear voice penetrated the tent and overwhelmed the hustle and bustle.

All of them looked at the tent in unison.

Holding a bronze knife in his hand, Yang Yi stood at the door of the tent.

"Yang Yi!" Huatian even forgot about this one.

Yang Yi strode up to Huatian and said, "I have a way to deal with him."

Another confident person came, Hua Tian had nothing to do, so whoever had a way would do it: "If there is any way to do it, use it quickly, we can't stand it here."

The bronze knife slashed through the gushing blood, and the hot blood dyed the knife body purple, shining brightly under the light of the fire.

Hua Tian stared at Yang Yi dumbfounded, what is this for?

Feeling the fiery gaze behind him, Jian Jian turned his head and saw Po Meng leaning on the door frame, staring at Yang Yi without blinking.

In a trance, I saw a drop of tears slide by, and disappeared into the dark night in a flash.

Jian Jian turned around and looked at Yang Yi again. The handover of blood and blade was like a ritual, a remembrance of death and letting go of the past.

The blood-stained blade was aimed at Xi Xin, and Yang Yi turned his head to look at the figure not far away.

Her face was rejuvenated, and Po Meng's old face became smooth and fair, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and the corners of her eyes were full of amorous feelings.

The tears that have been endured for a hundred years are the best medicine for washing away the vicissitudes of life.

Facing this beautiful figure, Yang Yi smiled slightly.

Su Tu, long time no see.

With no more regrets in his heart, Yang Yi slashed at Qi Xin with a bronze knife in his hand.

Feeling the scorching heat of the blade, Xi Xin became vigilant, her eyes finally stopped staring at Jian Jian, and guarded against the approaching Yang Yi.

The blood from the wrist splashed on Xi Xin's body, and an obvious small crater expanded rapidly, and its effect was comparable to that of salt.

Xi Xin clutched her wound, and then she became flustered, running left and right, looking for a chance to escape.

"Where to escape!" Yang Yi would not give him this chance.

Thousands of lives were lost, and it would not be a pity for Qi Xin to be hacked into pieces.

The entanglement between him and Su Tu a hundred years ago had harmed the lives of many people, and it should be settled today.

Chai Qiming led a group of soldiers to form an impenetrable human wall, blocking Xi Xin's way and surrounding him.

In a panic, Qi Xin forgot the abilities she possessed, shrunk into a ball, and timidly looked at Yang Yi who was coming.

The bronze knife flew down quickly, severed Xi Xin's head, and the head fell to Yang Yi's feet with a rumble.

The crowd clapped their hands and applauded, the serious trouble that was squeezing their hearts was finally eliminated.

All of a sudden, laughter filled the entire hall, and they joined hands, dancing to their heart's content under the warm firelight and Cheng Liang's moonlight.

Yang Yi knelt down on one knee, leaning on the bronze knife for support, and looked towards the front of the tent again.

In a trance, a familiar figure rushed towards him quickly, just like countless nights a hundred years ago, the beautiful and enthusiastic Su Tu walked towards him with Yingge Yanyu.

"Yang Yi, Yang Yi..." The soft words sounded again, and Yang Yi was immersed in it.

Hot tears ran across his skin, Yang Yi opened his tired eyes, and reached out to catch the falling tears.

Following the direction of the tears falling, Yang Yi caressed the cheek that he was thinking about, and today he finally got his wish.

"Su Tu, don't cry..." Yang Yi was so angry that he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

Su Tu wiped away his tears and said stubbornly, "I didn't cry."

Yang Yi pulled out a bleak smile. Time had given Su Tu the wrinkles on his face, but it couldn't wear down her stubborn temperament.

Just like when he was young, she was making trouble and he was laughing.

"Live well as you are now." Squeezing out a final plea, Yang Yi closed his eyes.

Without the hang of the breath, Yang Yi's body was slack, and he slumped on Su Tu's lap.

Staring blankly at Yang Yi below him, Su Tu lost his mind.

A hundred years of grievances and grievances ended in this way.

Sealing the spirit with blood, Yang Yi will never come back. On the road of reincarnation, Meng Po will no longer have to pay attention to visits, and the person who holds the memory will never appear again.

There is a elixir of longevity in the world, which needs to be refined with the blood of the most loved and hated. It has only been refined once in thousands of years, and this time it is only for the immortal general.