The status of the Hades is the same as that of the god lord, and it is the supreme authority in two different realms.

The fifteen-year-old Emperor Shangye was taken away by the Hades King, and since then he has become the god of death and has the weapon of the Hades.

"Although I don't know about the underworld hell, I know that the Hades are in charge of the cycle of life and death." Zoe put away the philosopher's stone and looked at Yin Wushuang: "Not every dead person will see Hades, and not everyone who has seen Hades will get Hades' weapons." Miss Yin, you know what I mean, the evil of the king is special. ”

The haze in his heart dissipated a little, Yin Wushuang clenched his fists again, and his voice was powerful: "He said that he would come back, and he would definitely come back!" ”

"And, there's a detail I'd like to ask you." Zoe put his hands behind his back: "When the king dies, where is the giant scythe of death?" ”

"The weapon of the Immortal?" Yin Wushuang twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and said, "I haven't seen it, it's about ...... Gone. ”

"I think I need to tell you that Hades' weapon is an artifact." Zoe said in a solemn tone: "Artifact, it will not be punished by God." It stands to reason that the artifact Death Scythe, like the Golden Spirit, should be left behind. But the artifact didn't stay. ”

"So?" Yin Wushuang hurriedly asked.

"The person who can take back the artifact quietly is no one but the Hades. If Hades can recover the artifact, he can recover the soul of the king's evil. ”

There was a hint of hope in Zoe's words.

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The Netherworld, the Hell.

The river of blood meanders and is full of bones.

Like the environment described in some books, the underground realm of death is eerie and terrifying.

The one-eyed black monster bird flew by, opened its beak and quacked, shaking off a few feathers.

The feathers swirled and fell on top of a handsome man's head.

His appearance is handsome, his thin lips are lightly hooked, his deep eyes contain fierceness, and there is a trace of gentle longing.

He held a three-foot green blade, and on the red stone steps, a large number of people were down...... Oh no, it's a dead man.

At the top of the stairs is a palace of horrors.

In the palace, there was a beautiful uncle, wearing a black cloak and a small beard, hugging the beautiful ghost queen left and right.

Ghost Ji Jiaojiao laughed constantly, and coquettishly continued: "Beat your chest with a small fist~"

Under the seat, there is also a group of ghost queens dancing, extremely happy.

He was happy, and the intestines of the seven demon kings who were sitting down were about to be broken.

"Newspaper - Hook the soul and make the street!"

"Newspaper - the first echelon of death is on the street!"

"Newspaper - Hell Hydra Collective Fight the Street!"

"Newspaper - the son of your third aunt's sister said to you: Cao, I have died once, and I want to let the king kill you again?"

Lord Hades smiled "hey, hey, hey" and said, "Little beauty, come, laugh." ”

The seven demon kings had blue tendons beating on their foreheads.

"Lord Hades, is it possible to make the evil of the king wreak havoc in our hell? Prices in hell are rising, and it's a big expense to repair them! The Demon King stood up and couldn't bear it anymore.

Hades let go of the ghost queen, picked up the wine glass, cocked Erlang's legs, and was impatient: "What's the hurry?" Sit down, sit down, drink, drink! It's almost the same as waiting for the others, you seven demon kings, go out and meet him! Really, I treat him as my heir, and he will kill me when he goes up? Niang Xipi! ”

"Great, sir, where did you learn this dialect?" The First Demon King wiped a cold sweat: "And since you intend to take him as your heir, why don't you save him directly when the divine punishment comes?" You're -"

"You know a basket! It's called romance! Men's Romance! For the sake of the people I love, even if I die, I am moved to tears! Hades put down his glass and rolled his eyes: "Forget it, you single dog knows a basket!" ”