He chewed this sentence, then turned his head and refused to look at Li Zhiyi. With a wave of his sleeve, Li Zhiyi returned to reality.

Li Zhiyi opened his eyes, smiled, and nodded to Xu Changan and the Central Emperor.

The three of them stood up and were about to walk out.

Xu Changan turned his head and looked at the Shenshen Iron that suppressed the blood pool and said nothing.

He turned his head and was about to follow the Central Emperor and Li Zhiyi, but found that the two were staring at him.

"The Iron of the Death of the God belongs to that sword, and also to your mother. Whether you take it or not, it depends on you."

Xu Changan took a deep look at the Shenshen Iron again and shook his head.

"Forget it, let it stay here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhonghuang smiled and waved his hand and Xu Changan fainted.

Li Zhiyi looked at the eyes of the Central Emperor and took a deep breath.

"You made him choose, just to test him, right? You didn't want to really make him choose. If he chose to take away the Iron of the God of Death, what would you do?"

"Let him go back to the Holy Dynasty!"

The Emperor of Zhong said, carrying Xu Chang'an and took Li Zhiyi out.

...

Nan Tseng has not returned to the cave where Yuan Batian and the others are during this period. He has lost confidence and has not known what to do.

After gathering so many people, they were defeated like a native chicken and a tile dog.

He really couldn't think of a way to save his ancestors, and didn't know how to face the blood demon lineage. He could only lower his head and wander around, like a lonely ghost.

"Boy, don't have confidence?"

When Nan Ting heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes showed surprise!

...
Chapter completed!