When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

After finishing the outside of the hall, Zhongli and Wei Zhi didn't know what was going on inside the hall, so they hurried over and saw Emperor Huagai sitting cross-legged on the ground, moving his fingers quickly, while Lan Zijun stood silently aside, frowning .

"Isn't it forbidden to use the immortal power? Why is the emperor here?" Zhong Li asked Lan Zijun.

"The flower field is controlled by the sword." Lan Zijun explained weakly.

"Controlled by the sword!" Zhong Li suddenly laughed, "I am often controlled by Sanxue, let me tell Master Hua how to break it."

After finishing speaking, Zhongli walked towards the bronze bell.

Lan Zijun grabbed Zhongli, shook his head, and said, "He's different from you. Sanxue's demonic energy comes from the sword spirit, and you can use your spiritual power to fight against it, but the Shouling sword itself has no demonic energy. Absorbing the devilish energy from heaven and earth has controlled Huatian, unless Huatian's power can suppress everything in the Three Realms, otherwise..."

"This sword is so evil." Zhong Li became worried for Huatian, suppressing the evil energy of the three realms by himself was not easy.

"This sword in our hands is just a few taels of scrap iron, but now it is in Huatian's hands..." Lan Zijun hesitated to speak, and sighed again and again.

Zhongli looked at Lan Zijun suspiciously, but Lan Zijun didn't speak anymore, and his eyes never left Hua Gai Dijun.

When he broke the formation just now, he disrupted the formation, which made Emperor Huagai so strenuous.

Inside the bronze bell, Huatian has already raised his sword, and the demonic energy is continuously injected into the sword of guarding the spirit. The sword is the introduction, and Huatian is the place where the demonic energy finally arrives. The circular arc of sword energy strikes with powerful force.

Before Ming Mingde could close his eyes, his body was split in half, blood gushed out, and his ferocious expression remained.

The bronze bell behind him was cleaved by the sword, and immediately after, the entire big bell shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

The formation in Fuzhong was split open by Hua Tiansheng, and Lan Zijun outside the formation was all impacted and flew out.

Emperor Huagai was the most front, injured by the formation, fell on the ground, and kept spitting blood.

Amidst the dust, Hua Tian appeared holding the Shouling Sword. He was a completely changed person, with a murderous look on his brows.

The magic energy that had just been consumed quickly accumulated again, waiting for the next swing of the sword.

"What should I do?" Feeling the power of Huatian, Wei Zhi became frightened, and asked helplessly, feeling powerless even with so many powerful people around him.

"I'll cut off his sword hand." Zhong Li got up from the ground and ran towards the flower field.

"Zhongli, don't act rashly!" Lan Zijun reached out to stop Zhongli, but grabbed his clothes, the noise was too loud, Zhongli didn't hear what Lan Zijun said, and rushed towards the flower field.

"Go and stop him." After much tossing, Lan Zijun had already lost his strength, and said weakly to Wei Zhi.

Lan Zijun consumed a lot of energy when breaking the formation, and was exhausted, unable to catch up with Zhongli. His most praised brain power couldn't think of any way, so he dragged his body to discuss with Emperor Huagai.

Zhongli walked briskly, came to Huatian, said: "Master Hua, I'm sorry."

Pull out Xueqing and chop off at Huatian's right hand.

Huatian didn't dodge, and let the knife strike.

"How could this happen!" Xue Qing in his hand was cut in half, and was blocked by a force, no matter how hard Zhongli exerted it, it was useless.

With a wave of Hua Tian's hand, Zhong Li was thrown out and fell to the ground.

Huatian looked at Zhongli with disdain, and stabbed straight at him with the sword in his hand.

Zhong Li closed his eyes, accepting the coming of the pain. His physical body was damaged, and at worst, he would find another body to house his soul. However, someone might not admit it.

The moment he was about to die, Zhong Li recalled the feeling of dying. At that time, he was too impulsive and wiped his own neck with Xueqing, ruining his life and letting someone live in the world for more than 100 years. If he went back to the day of death again, Even if thousands of people shouted "Kill him", he will never...

Hmm... Well, Zhongli couldn't do it, so he should be soft-hearted and wipe his own neck.

After thinking a lot, why hasn't the sword dropped yet?

Zhongli opened his eyes and saw a figure standing in front of him. Wei Zhi's body was pierced by the spirit guard sword, and warm blood gushed out, covering Zhongli's body.

Huatian pulled out his sword, turned around, continued to absorb the magic energy, and Wei Zhi fell into Zhongli's arms.

"You idiot, who asked you to block the sword for me? I can't die, and I'll be fine after being hit by a sword." Zhong Li roared angrily and couldn't bear it.

"Master, you didn't say it earlier." Wei Zhi smiled, trying to make death look less sad.

Zhongli's eyes turned red, the ghost hand had learned to express his sadness with tears.

"Master, don't cry, because you must look ugly when you cry." Wei Zhi still said in a frivolous tone, trying to relieve Zhongli's sadness and guilt.

"I've lived so long, I've never been jealous for anyone, don't be ignorant, you boy." Zhong Li wiped his eyes, but he couldn't wipe the wet eye sockets dry.

"Hey..." Wei Zhi was so angry that he showed a smile that couldn't be more stupid, and said with difficulty, "Master, you... say sorry to my father for staining him, his armor."

Zhongli nodded.

Wei Zhi closed his eyes, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "In this life, I am quite satisfied with my life."

"Boy, don't just die like this. We'll have a good talk when we get to the Underworld." Zhong Li wiped away his tears, knowing that he could still see Wei Zhi in the Underworld, but why he felt sad when he died.

This is probably the normal state of life and death.

The fear of death is just because there are too many things that cannot be let go, such as family, love, money... But it is clear at the moment of death, it is all passing.

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When Lan Zijun found Emperor Huagai, Emperor Huagai had already taken out his mahogany sword, ready to fight Huatian.

"Are you going to die?" Lan Zijun came to stop Hua Gai Dijun.

"I have no choice but to give it a go." Emperor Huagai said.

"You can go to Tathagata." Lan Zijun saw that Emperor Huagai was injured, and he was no match for Huatian at all. Even if he was not injured, it would be better to find Tathagata to solve the problem thoroughly.

"Look for Tathagata!" Emperor Hua Gai looked at Lan Zijun with complaining eyes, "Do you want to repeat the same mistakes again?"

Lan Zijun was [-] times unhappy, but he would still tell Emperor Huagai rationally: "You can't beat Huatian at all, you are just prolonging the time for him to be destroyed again, if you don't subdue him soon, he will bear the burden More debt."

"I owe this to him." Emperor Hua Gai insisted on stopping Hua Tian and pushed Lan Zijun who stood in front of him.

Lan Zijun clenched his fists tightly and shouted at Emperor Huagai: "Then who will pay back what he owes me!" Taking out the purple bamboo flute, Lan Zijun stood in front of Emperor Huagai again.

Emperor Huagai saw that Zizhudi was in trouble, and shouted: "Zijun, get out of the way!"

"If you want to die, pass my level first." Lan Zijun used the flute as a weapon to attack Emperor Huagai, but Emperor Huagai dodged in embarrassment and refused to draw his sword.