When the Emperor turned to look at everyone, everyone took a step back, trembling in fear.

At this time, the Emperor of Hades, as if he was the ruler of this world, stood above everyone and judged everyone. Life is in his hands, he can't resist, he can't escape, he only needs a thought, his life doesn't belong to him. Fear, worry, fear, all the time there is no need to tense your nerves and tremble.

"Alas"

Out of thin air, a sigh suddenly sounded.

I don't know who it is, I don't know where that person is, only that sigh, as if it was the most powerful existence in this world.

The Immortal Emperor turned his head to look at the ground, and behind the ruins, an old man in a white robe slowly walked out.

His steps were staggering, his beard was white, his pale beard had fallen to his waist, his face was full of wrinkles, and even his eyes were cloudy. It seems that this is just an old man, who is about to die, half of his body is in the ground, as if there is no threat, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, and there is no trace of momentum on his body, and between his eyebrows, he is also kind.

However, the moment he saw this old man, the Hades Emperor trembled all over, and his pupils shrank.

This is definitely not an ordinary old man.

"Willing to fall, incarnate into demons, woe, woe. Pity my mercy, how can I save these countless living beings?"

The old man looked at the huge pit, his face full of sadness.

Accompanied by the sigh of the old man, in the huge deep pit, there seemed to be countless grievances sounding, countless sorrows rising, and countless sorrows surrounding. Those departed beings seem to have been snatched out of samsara and surrounded by this huge pit for a long time. Visible to the naked eye, transparent souls are surrounding, surrounding the huge pit, wailing, crying, and complaining about the atrocities of the Emperor of the Underworld. The poignant voice, as if it was a lamentation, sounded in this world, the melody was sad to the heart, and people were silently sad in their hearts.

"Who are you?"

The voice of the Immortal Emperor pierced through the lamentation of the soul, and exploded like thunder.

The whirlpool of the soul was chaotic, as if he was frightened and afraid, but the old man stroked it casually, and the whirlpool of the soul stabilized again.

"Who am I, does it matter? Anyone can have a name, it can be the same, no one can have only one name. It's like you, both the Emperor of Hades and the Emperor of the North Styls, and the name is just a code name. If you take this codename, who are you, who am I, who are you?"

The old man looked at the Emperor of the Underworld, and there was sadness in his cloudy old eyes.

The old man who is compassionate and compassionate, is compassionate.

The Hades Emperor's pupils shrank, these words seemed to have been heard.

In the teahouse on the side of the path, the inexplicable teahouse owner, who was obviously unwilling to think about something, was brought up by the old man again.

"Take this codename, I am also me, the Emperor of Hades, lawless!"

The Hades Emperor roared angrily, and the big sword in his hand was once again filled with a rich colorful color, as if it was the most evil existence. A huge sword shadow appeared on the big sword, and with a single slash, the huge sword shadow was filled with its colorful and rich flames, and it was cut down from the sky, as if it wanted to cut the sky apart.

However, the space seems to be gradually solidified.

The trend of the huge sword shadow falling became slower and slower, and finally slowly solidified, and the huge sword shadow could no longer fall.

"Child, you have gone further and further on this path of demons, and you can still turn back. In this world, there is not no right and wrong, not without good and evil, but it is relatively not easy to see through. The so-called right and wrong, the so-called good and evil, is actually just a scale in the hearts of the world, and the world is the fairest group in the world. Because they are the weakest group, they are the scales of this world, who they favor or who they dislike, it is all up to them, we cannot be the master, we cannot dominate. No matter how strong you are, you can't grasp the scale. ”

The old man sighed, and the rolling wind and clouds surged.

In the sky, the clouds gradually increased, and dark black shadows gradually fell on the ground, obscuring the sunlight.

In the deep pit, countless souls are wailing, weeping, crying, and suing for the sad lamentation.

The lamentation flowed, as if it were a meditation song, falling into the ears of the Emperor of Hades, shaking his heart and trembling his soul.

The body of the Hades Emperor seemed to be frozen, time seemed to stand still, and the raging colorful flames gradually weakened. In the midst of the flames, Yuan Evil slowly opened his scarlet eyes, looking at the old man below solemnly, and the colorful flames instantly turned black, enveloping the entire person of the Hades Emperor in it, repairing his soul and body.

"God-level master, using such means to deal with the kid is really looking down on the kid. ”

The Immortal Emperor came to his senses, and his face became gloomy.

Because he could feel that his soul was slowly melting, and his soul was gradually melting.

If it weren't for the sudden attack of the source evil, I am afraid that my inexplicable soul would melt, and I don't know.

And the black book also exudes a faint black halo at this moment, enveloping the divine soul, enveloping the soul, slowly repairing, but there is still a trace of fatigue that makes the Hades feel weak.

Seeing this, the old man did not have anger, nor joy, nor sadness, the expression on his face became indifferent, and he looked at the Emperor of the Underworld in mid-air, did not speak, did not speak, just looked straight at the scarlet eyes of the Emperor of the Underworld, and the eyes on the big knife in his hand. It was like the sum of all the evils in this world, and there was a palpitating color in those eyes full of sin, even if they were a little tired.

The old man sighed, shook his head slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer the old man who was about to die, but was violent, and there was still a trace of old feeling.

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