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Chapter 455 One person, one sword is the King of Hades
"Needless to say, this matter is probably because we were taken advantage of.

Look at the way Heng Li looks at Yan'er, just like looking at her own life.

Thinking about it, even if he didn't want his life, he wouldn't let Yan'er down. "

Guan Jiheng's footsteps slowed down, and there was a rare deep voice in his carefree voice.

Obviously what he said was to read and see clearly, but he said it without openness and full of helplessness, and he couldn't bear it and couldn't let it go.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that he regarded her as his life, if he hadn't seen with his own eyes that her eyes turned red when she saw him, how could he, how could he just leave like this, his heart was broken.

In the room, Wanyan had already fallen asleep on the couch, while Heng Li was still changing a cold towel beside Xuan Yi to reduce his fever.

Just like this time and time again, between basins of water and basins of water, the sky gradually sank.

Just when Heng Li was washing his hands with cold water for the first time, Heng Li, whose back was facing the door of the house, suddenly felt a look on his back outside the door.

Perhaps it was because the eyes were too heavy, or because what Heng Li felt was not eyes at all, but a tiny breath that was too prominent for Heng Li.

Heng Li's hand, which was washing the towel, trembled before turning around to look.

When he turned around, he met a pair of eyes.

Those were a pair of woman's eyes.

Wanyan is already stunning, but the beauty of these eyes is beyond Wanyan's.

Although those overly beautiful eyes were full of anger.

The person outside the door was suddenly discovered, but he didn't feel any surprise, nor did he avoid anything, he just stared at Heng Li for a while, and then disappeared suddenly.

It's just that after a long while, Heng Li was a little out of breath.

Heng Li was stunned for a while, then folded the towel and put it on the side of the copper basin, and glanced at the soft couch to make sure that Wanyan was fast asleep, then heaved a long sigh and walked out the door.

Every step is heavy.

What should come will always come.

What should be faced, must be faced,

It doesn't matter whether it is that person, or that person's son, or grandson, or descendant who ultimately faces and undertakes.

In short, this account must be paid by someone.

Heng Li went out of the house, and sure enough, he saw the wing room on the east side of the courtyard. Although the lights were not lit, the door was slightly closed, revealing a crack in the door.

Heng Li walked up the steps, pushed the door open a gap just enough for her to enter, stepped in sideways, and closed the door again.

It was almost dark, and the house without lights and fire became more and more lonely and desolate between the entanglement of the fading twilight and the dying sunset.

"Boom-boom-boom"

It was Heng Li's footsteps, heavy and slow.

After three beeps, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

It was forced to stop.

At this time, there was a red cold light between Heng Li's neck.

And behind Heng Li, there was a man in white.

Being held hostage suddenly, Heng Li didn't panic at all, not even surprised at all.

"Junior see Senior Qi Luo."

Heng Li's voice was clear and respectful, greeting the person behind him.

However, the people behind him turned a deaf ear to the greeting and said coldly, "You are his son."

So decisive, so determined.

A soft female voice sounds like she has reached the age of motherhood.

However, in the gentle voice, there is no kindness and tenderness at all, only the icy hatred and the irreversible killing intent.

"Exactly, the junior, Jing Sha Jialan, the eldest son of Jing Sha Maha."

Heng Li replied calmly, not intending to pretend at all.

Hearing the name Jingshi Maha, the people behind him were obviously agitated. The fingers holding the sword were tightly clenched into their palms, and the sword in his hand was halfway inward again, cutting straight into Heng Li's skin.

It was not an ordinary sword. There was a layer of blood-red light lingering on the entire body of the sword.

Just touching the body of the sword, Heng Li could feel the chill penetrate into the skin and hit the bones.

You don't need to look at Heng Li to know that this sword was more than ten years ago. When facing the joint encirclement and suppression of the Seven Great Saint Clans, the Eight Great Protoss Clans, and the countless noble families, it accompanied Qi Luo Poison Venerable to kill a bloody path and kill four swords. A family that has killed all the saints and gods has not recovered after more than ten years of recuperation. The famous mainland, the Ten Temple Yama sword.

What the world fears the most is Poison Lord Sha Hua, and among them is the deep fear of the Ten Temples of Yama Sword.

The Manzhu Shenhua clan, who may have given birth to Shahua Poison Lord, has been living in the eyes of the entire continent for thousands of years. Once Shahua came to the world, he was immediately killed in his infancy.

It takes more than 200 years for Manzhu Shenhua to produce a single sawahua, and very few sagohuata can survive under the stern stare of the whole continent.

Therefore, there are not Shahua Poison Venerables from generation to generation, and it is difficult to produce one in hundreds of years.

But the Shidian Yan Luo Sword is different.

In the uninhabited land of the northwest, in the desert wider than the ocean, there is a death hall.

There are enshrined the spiritual bits of the poisonous kings from the first generation of Shahua poisonous kings for generations.

Next to that spiritual seat, guarded from generation to generation, is the ten hall Yama sword that was forged by the first poison master with his own spine and all flesh and blood before his death.

It accompanies generation after generation of poisonous masters to destroy the continent, and the blood stained can spread into a vast ocean.

The lingering blood on its blade never dims, it is waiting, it is calling, its master.

The reason why it is called the Ten Halls of Yama is that in ancient mythology, it is the ten kings of Mahasama who are in charge of life and death, living in the ten halls of Yama.

When Poison Venerable Sha Hua grasped the sword tightly, one person with one sword would be the King of Hades.

The point of the sword must be death.Where the sword passed, blood flowed like a river.

The Sword of Yama of the Ten Palaces has always existed in mythology, and very few people have seen it.

But Heng Li has been predicting for about ten years ago-there will be a day when the Sword of Yama of the Ten Palaces will fall on his neck or pierce his heart.

No matter who holds the sword, it is she who is pure Shamaha, or she who is pure Shakalan.

And standing behind Heng Li at this time was the notorious female demon leader Qiluo Poison Venerable who had died under the sword of the [-]th World Venerable, Jingshi Maha, who had bloodbathed the mainland back then.

Qi Luo was not at all surprised by the fact that Heng Li had her back turned to her, and she didn't see her whole face, so she knew who she was. It was just that her voice was colder, as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Since you know who I am and know who I am so happily, you must be prepared to die.

My child, even if Jing Shi’s family is extinct, it is not enough to comfort the countless souls who died in vain, it is not enough to make up for the calamity I suffered, and it is not enough to wash away Shi Maha’s sins.

However, what you did not do should not be your responsibility.

So I kill you today, not because you are his son. "

(End of this chapter)