Although it is said that giving a super god for thousands of miles is light and the gift is heavy and affection is heavy. However, after these top awakened people at the scene knew that the boy in front of them was a super killer without blinking, no one was willing to give enough of this regrettable eighth kill.

So when Xia Wushuang was holding Hongsan and jumping down the sinkhole, almost none of these awakened people dared to speak out to stop them.

"Did you find out that this young man's bad temper looks like a person..."

"You are talking about the cold-blooded swordsman who claimed to be invincible and slaughtered the Ouyang family's next helm with one sword - Fei Jianxin?"

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"Heroes have similar views..."

Not to mention these shameless awakened people, Xia Wushuang fell into the sinkhole with Hong San. After about fifteen seconds, he dropped by about a thousand meters. A pair of white light wings suddenly emerged from his back, offsetting all the speed of falling bodies, and then fell peacefully into the underground tunnel.

"What was that just now?!" Although it was just a glance, the third sister still saw the wings of light behind Xia Wushuang.

"What's so strange? Your husband is a monkey!" Xia Wushuang smiled, put down Hong San, squatted, and touched the black light curtain under the feet of the two of them with her hands.

"This is an isolation barrier, and it will automatically open with a little touch with magic; but below is the random teleportation array of the secret realm, be careful." No. 7 explained from the side.

Xia Wushuang nodded, reached out and grabbed Hong San's little hand, and said, "Hurry up, don't get lost."

"It's like I'm a child." Although the third sister's mouth was sagging, the little hand that Xia Wushuang held was a little harder as she said.

Xia Wushuang smiled unquestionably, and the hand that touched the ground suddenly flowed magic power, like a knife cutting tofu, separating the black barrier under her feet.

Swish! As the black barrier separated, the two figures suddenly disappeared into the dark pit. Xia Wushuang felt a dizzy moment, and then her feet stepped onto the other land.

"Don't make trouble, be careful..." Xia Wushuang held Hong San's body that was deliberately tilted, opened her eyes and glared at her.

The third sister stuck out her tongue and moved out of Xia Wushuang's arms. Her eyes looked outwards along the place that was not blocked by Xia Wushuang.

It is still a dull color. The gray-black rotten ground, the turbid puddles that keep bubbling bubbles, strange twisted shrubs, unknown dark red strange grass on the ground, and the pungent sour and rotten smell in the air. This is the whole scene behind the Gate of Hell, full of the smell of desolation and loneliness.

"A breath that only the undead will have..."

The breath of death that permeated nearby was even brighter than a 100,000-watt light bulb for Xia Wushuang who had been with Rodris O for a while.

In other words, this secret realm buried under Jinling City is likely to be the territory of a certain undead saint.

And the undead... is not a race that is easy to mess with.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about exploring the strange environment around him and made a deeper exploration; Xia Wushuang first sensed the surroundings vigilantly to avoid some mysterious spirits of death suddenly appearing near him and Hong San.

At this moment, some black wormholes suddenly appeared in the air, leading to the secret realm. They seemed to be attracted by some kind of force and kept wandering around here.

"This place should be considered a stable secret exit..." In order to avoid the embarrassing incident of trapping himself and Hong San in the secret realm because of getting lost, Xia Wushuang slowly seeped into the nearby mud with the extremely dark power of the spiritual surname in space, marking all the wet and smelly land.

"San'er, this place is very dangerous. If you want to have another time, you'd better be more serious." Xia Wushuang felt that Hong San was too casual. Using such a casual mentality to act wild in the realm of a saint (even if he is dead), it was simply a behavior of seeking death.

"No! I was wrong." Hong San was startled by Xia Wushuang's serious attitude, quickly restrained his casual surname, and then followed Xia Wushuang vigilantly.

"This secret realm is shrinking and withering at an invisible speed, which proves that the owner here is dead. The random teleportation array outside should have been deliberately added by a powerful magician later. The purpose is probably to test the younger generations of magicians." As soon as he entered the secret realm, No. 7 relied on his gradually high-level knowledge base to quickly analyze the composition of the entire secret realm, and merged it together, and said a general idea.

"Trial?" Xia Wushuang felt that things were a bit strange, and her face changed some colors.

"That's right, it's a trial. When those powerful magicians choose successors, they will conduct one or another trials to ensure that they pass on their robe to the strongest junior." No. 7 said some unknown secrets, but reasonable.

"In other words, if this secret realm had not been suddenly knocked down to the earth, I would probably have a chance to meet those elites from other worlds here?" Xia Wushuang thought while heading towards the deepest depth of the breath of death in the secret realm.

"Maybe you will encounter something even more terrible. After all, the existence called the object of trial may not necessarily be worse than those of the trialists." No. 7 looked at it with a stern look, and all the explanations and reminders were in place.

It was not that No. 7 suddenly changed his surname and was unwilling to continue to commit suicide with Xia Wushuang, but he felt that there was an extremely bizarre atmosphere in this secret realm of unparalleled power, as if there was an ulterior motive that was slowly brewing, forcing him to remind his host to be careful of prevention.

But such reminders, like Xia Wushuang's careful actions now, cannot withstand **.

Now, before taking a few steps to the center of the secret realm, Xia Wushuang suddenly became tripped by a light gray withered flower at her feet.

Hong San's eyes looked down and subconsciously looked at the light gray flower that made Xia Wushuang stop suddenly. The plants seemed to be kneaded with flour, and a thick layer of gray powder was accumulated on the leaves, and a faint fishy smell spread out from the air around them.

"Be careful, the magical name of this thing is called rotten bone flower. It usually only grows in the places where the undead is buried. If an ordinary person touches it a little, it will rot from the skin and then rot until the bones."

Xia Wushuang repeated what No. 7 told him and Xiang Hongsan. After the latter took a step back vigilantly, he mobilized the emerald green divine light that he had never had the chance to use, slowly pulled out the extremely violent magic grass from the soft ground, and put it into an emerald green magic test tube.

After sealing the test tube mouth, Xia Wushuang looked up at the vast black soil in the distance. She saw various strange magic plants growing everywhere on the dark earth, and each one resonated with the toxic power of the God of Death and the toxic power in his body, and then issued an extremely strong homologous summon.
Chapter completed!