The King of the Nine Palaces.

This is the ninth hall lord who was talking about the old man in the River Styx before.

The hall master of the ninth Yama Temple.

In the legend of the Yang world, the king of Yama, who is in charge of reincarnation in the underworld, has a righteous and upright face, a fierce face, eight feet tall, and a dragon clock.

But this man in front of me.

But just like Ye Siming, his face is angular and handsome, the corners of his mouth are curled, and a pair of unfathomable black eyes look at Ye Siming.

"You are very strong, if we do it, it will be difficult to tell the winner." Jiudian's gaze was like a torch, and a solemnity also flashed on his angular face, "But...... This is Hades, and you can't escape after the fight. ”

"At the beginning of the Infinite Tower, I was fortunate enough to hear the deeds of the Nine Palaces from that origin clone. You're a lot stronger than I thought. Ye Siming's voice was cold.

The Nine Halls and Ye Siming in front of me both had their breath restricted, and I couldn't feel it at all.

The Nine Palaces didn't care about Ye Siming's praise, and he said, "In this case, how about making a deal with the deity?" ”

Ye Siming frowned and did not answer.

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Jiudian smiled slightly, and then with a wave of his hand, the mist in the air beside the bridge of the Lechuan River swirled and twisted, turning into a clear and transparent water surface, which was still undulating at first.

But soon the rippling ripples stopped.

There are pictures revealing inside.

It is a towering black cliff, with a sea of blood on one side and a bottomless abyss on the other.

Above the cliffs.

An ancient figure in a green shirt, with a cloak spreading, was surrounded by a strong dead air, and it was already exhausted.

In his arms, he held a woman who had also been shrouded in death.

"It's him!?" Ye Siming's eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at the figure in the ancient green shirt on the water, and his voice was low.

"Will we see each other again?" On the surface of the water, the eyes of the woman in the green shirt and the ancient figure were cloudy, and they were already dim.

But the voice revealed.

"In the next life, we will continue to walk the road that we have not finished in this life. Next life, next life...... Keep going. The woman who was held by the ancient figure of the green shirt was weak and already in a dying state, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"I thought that we were going to walk the bridge of the underworld, and if I wanted to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup, I would definitely not drink it, do you know why?"

The woman closed her eyes and murmured, two lines of tears dripping down her cheeks, "Because, I'm afraid...... I won't remember you in my next life. ”

"Ling Xiuya, you say...... Next. We...... Can we say goodbye? The woman looked at him with admiration, as if with the last of her strength.

"Yan'er, let's make an agreement in this life." The figure in the ancient green shirt lowered his head and smiled, and said, "In the next life, you wait for me...... It doesn't matter how far apart we are, a year, a decade, a hundred years...... No matter how long it takes, I'll go to you. ”

"Okay, then you must not miss the appointment. Because no matter how long it takes, I wait...... Waited all the time. If you don't have enough in the next life, you will ...... in the next life."

The woman smiled, but her eyes were teary and her voice was hoarse, "No matter the ends of the world, you just need to know that somewhere in the world, there is someone who has been waiting for you." ”

The figure in the ancient green shirt trembled slightly, then glanced at the sky, and took the last step on the edge of the cliff close at hand, they ...... Straight down the cliff into the abyss.

"Fool, wait for me!"

The voice, from the abyss, from the years, at that moment, the sky, there was white snow falling.