Lao Xia was cursed, this was simply a sad story.

Without movement or casting spells, those unclean creatures just roared simply and roughly, Xia Wushuang was invaded by a strange unclean force. After that, the soul began to stagnate and sluggish; the magic power was also imprisoned and put on shackles.

"Are the gods so scary?" Xia Wushuang wanted to nourish the white hair on his hands that was born from blood, but as No. 7 said, this thing could not be washed away at all...

Well, I was slapped in the face again. The white hair was still fruitless when Xia Wushuang used many magic powers to clean it, but in the end, it slowly disappeared from the harvest of the power of the god of death.

"In other words, the power of life and death will kill those unclean things?" Xia Wushuang silently came to this conclusion, and then silently put on darkness and continued to move forward, without any idea to confirm.

Stop kidding, it’s really a dead end to do whatever you want!

Walking further inside, murals appeared on the stone wall of the mineway.

But these murals are not old and do not have the spiritual surname of the previous murals, and Shen Yun is even worse than those damaged murals. The only thing that is thankful is that Xia Wushuangzhong can finally see some stories about the past of the mine tunnel from these still clear murals.

These murals should be the stories of digging out the obsidian of the Divine Crystal. It seems that every detail is thrilling, and Xia Wushuang can only read it patiently.

The gods fell, and the former kingdom of heaven began to float to a chaotic extraterritorial battlefield, where they became a new secret realm of unownerlessness for countless magicians from alien planes to explore.

But those magicians who came from afar never expected that there were dense mythical creatures living in the ruins of the lost lord. Many half-heep people appeared in the murals in front of Xia Wushuang. They waved their giant axes in their hands and killed many invaders, and countless corpses were all on the ground.

From the beating edges of the mural, we can see that the Satiel tribe was still very powerful at that time, and the mural was full of pride when it was carved.

However, the next long mural was not so happy. A suppression appeared on the wall, and the surging water poured out of the spring water and gradually flowed to all directions, finally forming a complete seal pattern.

"Is this the Great Baccarat's Halberd?" This corner of the mural revealed a suffocating oppression. Xia Wushuang had to distance herself and admire the astonishing divine halberd in a wait-and-see attitude.

It is hard for Xia Wushuang to imagine that the murals alone have such a terrifying aura. If the Big Baccarat's Sphur appeared in front of him, it would be so terrifying.

Is it the sky collapsed and the earth cracked? Or is it just crushed him to death? It seems that it is not a good result.

However, as Xia Wushuang continued to penetrate deeper, the picture was a bit scared.

After "confirming" that the mine channel had been hollowed out, the leader of the Half Sheep actually took out the Divine God's Halberd from the sealing hub in order to prevent the tribe from living in the battlefield outside the territory and to enable himself to become a god!

Sure enough, you will not die if you don’t commit suicide! Although the leader of the Half Sheep was worried and replaced with another ‘Pseudo-Divine God’ as the hub for the entire seal, it was too late. Those terrible demons had appeared, and all the Half Sheep would have to die!

Later, the lucky surviving half sheep was forced to move out of the mine track, and the leader faced these terrible demons alone. Until one day, Satiel, who had once had the God of Baccarat, finally found the source of the demons. It turned out to be a huge obsidian demon mine that had not been developed yet!

Xia Wushuang looked carefully at the mural, a human-shaped creature full of resentment. A humanoid lying horizontally on the ground, his chest was pierced by a spear, his heart was picked out, and then threw it far away from the corpse...

"..." Many questions were solved. The root of all demons came from the heart that was thrown far away by the god-killer...

This cannot be blamed for the leader of the Half-Green Man being not cautious enough, because the randomness of the God-killer has laid a foreshadowing of the subsequent development of the entire story. After all, no one would have thought that another part of the body of the gods and demons was still lying quietly far from the mine veins.

"But what happened afterwards?" Xia Wushuang was still feeling unsatisfied, but the mural came to an abrupt end. This made him a little crazy and wanted to know the next plot.

However, at this moment, the remaining extremely dark power in Xia Wushuang's soul began to show signs of exhaustion.

After all, the Ghost Blade is a top-level magic that requires creating dimension phases and is always in use. Even if Xia Wushuang is promoted to the dusk level in the future, his magic power will not withstand such consumption.

"I still can't escape, this step needs to take risks." Xia Wushuang carefully walked out of the dark path and stepped on the gravel of the mine roadbed again.

The mine channel was silent, just like the situation before he encountered a demon, as if nothing had happened, and nothing seemed to happen. But if Xia Wushuang really dared to think so, then he would definitely be dead.

"Don't walk along this river, follow the black line on the parchment."

On the roll, there are many tunnels leading to the obsidian mine, and the paths along the river upwards were marked as bright red. Before encountering unclean things, Xia Wushuang and No. 7 thought that this was a relatively safe road. But in terms of the result, red may represent...a warning.

After walking steadily for two or three hundred meters and standing at the intersection of the mine road, Xia Wushuang thought for a long time, either red or black. In the end, he gave up the unreliable colors such as green, yellow, purple, and blue. He chose to follow the opinions of No. 7, and took the black mine as the main path, and slowly walked towards the location of the obsidian giant mine.

There are no more murals around, and all the stories are confirmed when the leader of the Half-Garland discovered the hearts of gods and demons.

However, the Black Road does not seem to be a good place. Not long after entering, countless dead bones began to appear next to the road, with white hairs, which was creepy.

Walking further in, the dry bones turned into soft bone chips. Although they were silent when they stepped on them, they were step by step.

The old corpses are left with this trace. Xia Wushuang found many fresh enough footprints on the road paved with bone chips. This proves that although the path they were taking was correct, it was still full of dangers.

Because of these dead bones, the yin energy in this tunnel is surprisingly heavy and biting, just like the wind and snow rolling up in the middle of winter in the north, and the solemn air conditioning is like a knife, drilling into the heart.

Xia Wushuang subconsciously tightened his sweatshirt, but in fact it was useless at all.

The more he walked forward, the more corpses there were. In the end, the ashes had accumulated to the height of the human beings, which forced Xia Wushuang to use the wind magic to reduce his weight to prevent the whole person from sinking into the ashes.

"Isn't it just to improve magic? These things are deadly..." Xia Wushuang finally couldn't help but complain. For the newly dug out obsidian, all Satiel seemed to be crazy and died here one after another.

"You don't understand... Obsidian gods and demons' lives, flesh and blood, and essence are sacred items and divine objects. They are great replenishments for any creature that has not yet died completely. Perhaps, the subsequent deaths of these Satiels will have a great connection with the God of Baccarat falling behind them."

This underground world is full of strangeness, as if endless conspiracies have emerged, and then failed one after another.

Walking further, the thick ashes finally thinned down. There were dense magic carvings on the stone walls on all sides, but due to the loss of energy supply, they all had withered and did not work.

"I really want to copy it." Xia Wushuang looked at the walls on both sides, very envious.

"It's useless. This is a complex magic circle, and even a rune element is not effective. Now, you don't have that much time to carefully print it." No. 7 denied Lao Xia's greedy bad idea.

Xia Wushuang did not deny or argue, and continued to move forward.

"It seems to be there?" A black steel giant door slowly appeared in front of him, and Xia Wushuang had already walked to the end of the black mine corridor.

"Be careful of those dangerous shadows, I feel that they are not easy to mess with." No. 7 suddenly reminded Xia Wushuang in his soul, because he saw some unclean things that were invisible to the naked eye with his soul.

"Shadow?" Xia Wushuang's expression sterned, concentrated his mental power, and looked at the Iron Giant Gate again.
Chapter completed!