In Guanghan's memory of that battle, it was already somewhat blurred.

Nine Yanluos from the Ten Palaces came, and together with the ghosts they brought, almost half of the power of the underworld was gathered here.

There is no way for Guanghan to retreat, so he can only fight with his back.

On the bank of Naihe, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

The underworld, which was originally dark and dark, became strange and inexplicable due to the release and entanglement of various coercive breaths, flying sand and walking stones, ghosts crying and gods howling.

Many lonely ghosts who have wandered in the underworld for many years have never seen such a scene, and they can only run away when they see it.

Many people have not expected that this fierce battle at the end of Naihe is destined to be recorded in the oral history of the underworld.

Guanghan has been dead for a long time, and he has never been reborn. It's not that he doesn't want to be a ghost, but he thinks that being a human is not interesting. He would rather stay in the underworld and don't want to experience the emotions and emotions.

It has been thousands of years in the world, and the personnel and affairs in the underworld have also changed little by little. Even the masters of the ten halls have been replaced, but Guanghan is still the same Guanghan.

Even if you practice unintentionally, your strength will change little by little during the day-to-day meditation.

The boundless resentment in Naihe is like arsenic to ordinary living people and newly-dead ghosts, but to Guang Han, it is a power that can be turned into his own use.

After he realizes this, he will also use this kind of yin and resentment to refine the spear that accompanied him to the underworld.

This gun has been soaked in the blood of countless enemies during his lifetime, with countless resentments attached to it, and nourished by Naihe, its power is not the same as in the world of the sun.

A thousand years is enough for a piece of land to change dynasties many times.

What about a ghost?

Guanghan's martial arts were unrivaled during his lifetime, no less than any famous general, and he became a ghost general after his death.

Although the ghost general is strong, he still won't make Yanluo lose his color in shock.

But what if he absorbed the souls of the ancient black dragon and Sirius and made them part of himself?

Does this mean that Guanghan also has the power of dragon soul and wolf soul?

Everyone shudders at the thought of this possibility.

For Yanluo of the Ten Temples, this power will break the balance and order of the underworld. The Ten Temples themselves are the rulers of the underworld, and they do not need a new power that overrides all powers.

So they are bound to kill this new force in the bud.

Guanghan has forgotten the pain.

It's not that he's incapacitated, and it's not that he doesn't have a wound.

On the contrary, there were dense scars all over his body, and scars of different shades were bubbling blood, seeping from the gaps in the armor, flowing down the body, and converging into a stream somewhere, dyeing the dark armor even deeper.

Some pain to the extreme, it will make people numb.

The gun in Guanghan's hand kept waving at every enemy who attacked him, and instead of slowing down, the speed became faster and faster, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

Yincha, Yanluo, and the Hall Master, some were directly killed by him, some were intimidated by his coercion and voluntarily retreated, and some were still unwilling to give up and wanted to suppress him.

The souls that were killed and dispersed were full of resentment, blending with the surrounding breath, and forming a more violent wind, sweeping everything in the world.

Under such movement, even Naihe was attracted by it, stopped flowing, the river flowed backwards into a waterfall, rolled towards the people on the bank, and turned into a vortex in the strong wind, wrapping around the periphery and spinning continuously.

All the people in it will be involuntarily drawn by these breaths, their strength will be greatly weakened, and their minds will also be shaken.

A ghost yelled out, bleeding from the seven orifices and exploding to death, the ghost's body instantly disintegrated into black smoke, which was sucked away by the strong wind and became a speck among the thousands of obsessions in the underworld.

Seeing that the situation is not going well, the masters of the several halls looked at each other, each pulled out their talisman weapons from their sleeves, and if they didn't stay behind, they all flew up together!

The young man curled up sideways on the ground seemed to have sensed it. He, who was already motionless, opened his eyes slightly.

Guang Han stood not far in front of him with his back turned to him.

The blood on the opponent's body seemed to have been drained, but it seemed to be inexhaustible.

Although the black armor was covered by the turbulent sand, Guanghan couldn't see how much blood he had shed, but there were deep and shallow puddles of blood around his feet.

The young man frowned slightly.

He wanted to persuade Guang Han not to waste so much trouble for him.

As long as you run directly to and from places with the fragments of the magic mirror, Yanluo will not dare to enter at the end of Naihe. Guanghan has the blessing of the soul of the black dragon Sirius, and there will be no serious problems.

The other party stayed here to fight to the death and refused to leave because of him.

But he is not worth it.

The young man sighed silently, deeply sorry, but he was speechless.

Now that the matter has come to this, the best thing for him to do is to stay quietly, don't let the other party be distracted, and don't become a burden.

While the young man was thinking, the situation of the battle changed drastically!

With the sound of the dragon chant, a white light flashed between Guanghan and all the Yanluo, and the spear turned into a giant dragon in his hands, roaring to break through the thick barrier built by the enemy, and instantly scattered the Yanluo who was originally like a copper wall.

Several people fell from mid-air, and were torn apart by a whizzing white wolf!

With one enemy, Guanghan, who was originally at a disadvantage, took advantage of the momentum of the spear to transform into a dragon, and suddenly rose from the ground, but did not advance but retreated. He turned around and grabbed the young man who fell on the ground, and stretched out his hand towards the spear.

"return!"

The giant dragon biting Yanluo spit out the enemy, and with a long moan it turned into white light and fell into Guanghan's hands again.

Guanghan embraced the young man, rushed out of the whirlwind, and rushed towards the end of Naihe!

"Hold on a little longer!" he said to the young man.

"Put me down..." The young man's voice was weak.

Even at the end of Naihe, without chasing soldiers, he still couldn't escape the end of being scattered.

Tens of thousands of ghosts devour the heart, so far no one has been spared.

"You will not die."

Guang Han pressed his lips tightly, but the words he spoke were extremely difficult.

The young man just took this as a word of comfort, the light and shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and all kinds of noises filled his ears.

From howling demons to howling winds, Naihe was turned upside down by this battle, and Yanluo suffered heavy casualties. Even if Guanghan resolutely gave up the battle, they did not dare to catch up rashly, let alone Guanghan directly entered the vortex at the end of Naihe.

As the two protagonists, they directly avoided all the hustle and bustle and entered the peaceful place in the center of the vortex.

Just as the center of a hurricane is precisely the calmest place, there is no gust of wind, no whirlpool, no ghostly roaring evil thoughts flying, only eternal peace.

"My name is Guanghan."

The man helped him up and leaned against a dead tree.

The youth's face showed abnormal flushing, which was an ominous omen for the return of light, before the death of a person, and before the ghosts scattered.

"I know……"

Even when he spoke, he became much more agile, as if his strength was flowing back, and he was still alive and kicking like sitting on the Naihe River.

But Guanghan knew it wasn't.

The opponent's body has gradually become transparent.

"Actually, when I was about to die just now, I suddenly saw a lot of things, and I remembered them. We have met in previous lives, right?" The young man smiled slightly, "You saved me in Chenliucheng, do you remember?"

"I remember."

When Guanghan was alive, he had a lot of blood on his hands, and of course he saved a lot of lives.

The people he rescued were also deeply grateful, and he never took it to heart.

But now, hearing the other party say this, he suddenly felt a little warm in his eyes.

When touched it with blood-stained, dried-up and coagulated fingers, there was actually a liquid dripping from the corner of eye.

The unfamiliar liquid made Guang Han slightly stunned.

He remembered that he had not shed tears since he was ten years old.

Tears fell on the young man's arm, and the color that had gradually become transparent actually recovered a little.

But it's only a little bit, it's a drop in the bucket, to no avail.

The young man was slightly moved, as if he wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears, but he finally gave up without any strength.

"Guang Han, the iron-blooded general in my heart, is invincible in battle and has great martial arts, but he will never be stumbled by anything, let alone cry."

"It's not because I don't dare to cry, it's because there is no one or anything in the world that deserves my crying."

Guanghan's face was still cold, but what he said was no longer cold.

"I'm very happy, I didn't expect to be able to repay your life-saving grace." The young man smiled, "Guanghan, you don't have to cry for me, since we have such a relationship, it shows that I did the right thing. What's more, Keeping promises is a matter of course and right."

Guanghan: "There are very few people like you."

Youth: "Few, it doesn't mean it's not right."

Guanghan: "Yes."

Youth: "You have always been called Guanghan, and you have been wearing this armor. Have you never been to the world since that lifetime?"

Guanghan: "Yes."

The young man smiled and sighed: "Actually, you should go and have a look. I know that you may have long been disappointed in people's hearts, but in these years, the world has changed a lot, there are many delicious and fun things, but there are none in the underworld, and there are thousands of people in the world. Broad, you will eventually meet friends and brothers who are worthy of your heart."

"It's fine here."

Guanghan paused, remembering the battle just now.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

The young man said: "I don't intend to change your mind, I just want to see you happier. After all, in the previous life, you were in a hurry outside the Great Wall, and you were also frowning and worried, as if you had never been happy."

Guanghan: "I was born in troubled times, my luck was bad, and I had a mission, so I couldn't be happy at that time."

Youth: "Then in the underworld, have you ever been happy?"

Guang Han thought about it seriously, then shook his head slowly.

No, over the long years, his strength has grown, and he has become an existence that everyone fears and shuns, but his mood is the same as before.

"Just now, while I had a glimpse of the fate of the past, I also took the opportunity to do something else."

The young man let go of the palm of his other hand slightly, motioning Guanghan to look down.

There was a ball of white light in the palm, like cotton wool, light and fluffy, and so soft and cute, one couldn't help but want to touch it.

"This is the merit I have accumulated over the years. It is useless to me. Take it."

He was about to lose his soul, and these merits would also disappear with his disappearance.

"Maybe it will work for you, or it may not work at all, but it's not a bad thing, take it."

Without any explanation, the young man sent this ball of white cotton into Guanghan's body.

White light drifted into oblivion.

Guanghan lowered his head, only feeling a slight warmth in his chest, and the original pain in his limbs seemed to have eased a lot.

"You made such a big noise in the underworld, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the future, it's better to go back to the yang world." The young man said to him, "But the yang world is not peaceful now. People like you are destined to bear responsibilities again in this troubled world. Just wait a little longer, the country will be prosperous and the people will be peaceful in a few decades. When you go again, with this martial arts, you may be able to achieve a great career. At that time, you will no longer have to worry about being born in the world, and you can enjoy yourself life."

He seemed to think of something funny, so he laughed first.

"Before I came here, there was something called movies in Yangjian, which allowed people to play the roles of ancient generals and emperors. I saw your appearance, but I could play the role of emperor. You can kill all the people you hate, just as revenge gone."

The young man doesn't look like someone who is about to disappear at all. Instead, he looks like he is still sitting on the Naihe River, chatting with Guanghan.

Even every word and sentence, without mentioning himself, is all about Guanghan.

"Don't you have no nostalgia for the human world?" Guang Han asked softly after being silent for a while.

He was afraid that his voice would startle the young man's soul, so he couldn't help slowing down his voice, and paused every word.

"Of course there are, but if you help me read it, doesn't it mean that I read it? I was about to leave, and I was reluctant to say something. The words of mother-in-law and mother-in-law are just adding to your troubles. To others and yourself, and What's the benefit?"

The young man looked at him with peaceful eyes and no trace of resentment on his face.

"A man stands upright, can afford it and let it go. I don't have any great merit in this world by myself. It doesn't matter if I have one more or one less."

Guanghan has never regretted what he has done in his life.

But now, he regrets it.

If he hadn't been greedy at the beginning and hadn't taken the fragments of the magic mirror, this person wouldn't have lost his soul.

If he had met each other earlier, had chatted a little longer at Naihe River...

if……

There are no ifs in this world, there are only lifelong regrets for a mistake.

The young man slowly closed his eyes, but was forcibly woken up by Guanghan.

"Don't sleep, I'll tell you a story."

Guanghan held him in his arms, and the other's body gradually became cold, like holding a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

This kind of coldness is very easy to disappear, as if the sun will come out in the next second and melt it away.

"it is good……"

Sure enough, the young man trembled slightly, and tried his best to open his eyes again, like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished.