This is a secret realm founded by the Undead Saint, and the death style unique to the undead world is left everywhere.

Under the gray sky is the muddy earth; beside the black tombstone are withered tree trunks; black crows fly by from the horizon, and their green pupils scan the earth, searching for fragmented food, while making a harsh sound.

A gray dark moon in the sky slowly emerged from the clouds. But this dark moon was extremely incomplete, and almost all of a small face was pitted.

As the faint moonlight shone down, Xia Wushuang felt the blade of scattered flowers and the blue sky around her waist (this name is really a squeezing bag), and at the same time, it resonated with the not-bright dark moon and made a slight whisper.

The essence of the moon, like the rising purple air in the east, is not a kind of vain energy that can be used to absorb **. However, it has the effect of increasing the purity and strength of magic power, and is something that all dark creatures cannot abandon. Therefore, whether it is Siva, the abyss, or the undead, these dark worlds, which are mostly dark creatures, have their own unforgettable characteristics.

For example, once the Three-Wheel Moon of Hell in the Siva world rises from the land of Siva, the combat power of all dark creatures will suddenly increase by 30%. It is precisely because of the effect of the Three-Wheel Moon of Hell, the effect of the Three-Wheel Moon of Hell, that even when Lucifer brings one-third of the stars to fall to hell, the heaven world has never completely penetrated through hell when the imperial power of Siva alternates and the plane's strength suddenly weakens.

The undead, this absolutely dark world, is even more amazing. Because its original body is the incarnation of the ancient god king. Even though it has fallen into endless sleep, the places it has illuminated will still leave eternal gifts, forming a temple of inheritance, enlightening all the newly awakened undead creatures, teaching them endless powerful magic and treacherous and changeable magical secrets.

It is precisely because of the existence of this divine moon, the undead world filled with the breath of death, that it has always been the most powerful existence among the major invading planes.

At this moment, the dark moon in the sky was the false moon created by the deceased saint based on the undead divine moon he understood. Although this false moon did not have the powerful inheritance effect as the undead divine moon, its trajectory was still extremely charming, full of the "Tao" and "Rule" understood by the saint, which almost made Xia Wushuang stunned.

"Swish!"

Unable to help himself, Xia Wushuang pulled out the long sword at her waist with her right hand, followed the charm of the undead saint hidden in the dark moon, and successively slashed two crossed swords. The black land was rolled up, and two narrow sword marks instantly tore the earth, leaving two extremely terrifying gullies in the black mud.

The six-element magic ball had already formed a six-pointed star in his soul with power that could transform each other. At this time, as Xia Wushuang broke through the bottleneck of his own sword skills, a "bang" sound came from his soul, as if something was broken with these two peak swords.

Xia Wushuang saw in his soul and saw a light red cross mark in the center of the elemental hexagram, indicating that the Taoist kendo he learned from the old dean was finally completely established and towards great success.

"Shuangshuang, so handsome!" The third sister applauded. Although she didn't know why Xia Wushuang suddenly rose and slashed two swords at the open space in front of her. But the domineering wind when Xia Wushuang made her sword was enough to be called a pleasing "benefit" for her.

"Ahem, you didn't feel that the dark moon in the sky has a magical power?" Xia Wushuang felt a little embarrassed. She was used to it and always liked to do whatever she thought of.

This seems to be easily regarded as a psychopath?

"Is there any?" Hong San was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, his eyes gathered and looked straight towards the dark moon in the sky.

The dark moon, clouds, fade away.

The third sister had just touched a powerful way of using power from the dark moon's trajectory. However, the dark moon in the sky seemed to be tired of the feeling of being observed, quietly hid into the dark clouds beside her and then disappeared.

"Well! It seems like I missed something!" This was originally a very annoying thing, but Hong San was not only not annoyed, but instead hugged Xia Wushuang and laughed heartlessly.

In the eyes of this big woman, as long as her Xiaoshuang can get benefits, she will be extremely happy. As for whether she can get benefits... is that important?

"..." Xia Wushuang, who was hugged by Hongsan, was speechless. Although the third sister's surname was straightforward and careless, she was unexpectedly clingy.

"Continue to move forward, there seems to be a very strong energy reaction ahead." Xia Wushuang struggled to break free from the embrace of the Red Three-hooked Round, and put on a very majestic look as if the head of the family was the head of the family. He crossed the two gullies he created and continued to move towards the depths of the secret realm.

Logically speaking, the closer you get to the center of the secret realm, the more unexpected things will happen. But neither the precious and rare magic grass nor the extremely powerful trial spirits can stay in the footsteps of Xia Wushuang and Hongsan.

They were wearing the veil of darkness and walked in the dark different dimensions, without seeing, hearing, or listening, like two breezes, directly blew across the outermost area of ​​the secret realm without leaving a trace.

"I don't know how long the saint in this secret realm has been dead. The entire small world has shrunk so severely. The current effective space is no more than a county on the earth." No. 7 has continuously spread its special soul magic to this world, and has slowly sorted out a lot of important or unimportant information from countless feedback messages.

"Then how far am I from the place where the undead aura is the heaviest in the secret realm?" Xia Wushuang didn't care how big this small world was. He only cared about where Ye Xiaoya was now, whether she was not dead or alive.

"The straight line distance is no more than twenty kilometers." No. 7's tone was very light. He knew that Xia Wushuang was anxious, but he did not think that it would be so easy to find another specific person in this dark secret realm.

Xia Wushuang didn't say anything anymore, stepped on the black land under her feet, like a quick arrow from the string, jumped forward ten feet, and rushed directly into a gray wood.

Around them, there was a distorted tree spirit in the death of human faces. They were rooted in this black land, and their waists were penetrated by a huge sword mark, split into two, and even the core of their souls was completely shattered.

"Someone has come." Xia Wushuang looked around vigilantly.

I don't know if it was his alertness that had produced enough effect; a rustling sound came from his ears, like a roaring snake, which was creepy.

When Hong San was watching his back, Xia Wushuang's nerves were tense. He used his sword to separate a few death tree spirits that blocked his sight and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A green deep pool appeared. It was like a crystal lotus that was untainted by mud in the dark place, clear and translucent, emitting an amazing chill that was absolutely extraordinary.

What is this situation? Everything will turn out to be the most extreme? Xia Wushuang looked at it curiously.

The pool in front of me is not big, surrounded by a twisted tree spirit.

The pond water rippled slightly for unknown reasons, and a faint cold air was rising above the water surface. The edge of the pond water was affected by the cold air, and the stars were condensed with a little white frost. Such cold pond water had reached the temperature of freezing water, but it was still flowing smoothly, which was very mysterious.

Along the edge of the pond water, Xia Wushuang took a few glances. However, when he swept through a pile of broken stones, he suddenly looked at something that made him feel very familiar.

A butterfly-shaped crystal hairpin. It lies quietly among the rocks, like a living butterfly, crawling on the blooming stone lotus, without losing its original light green and transparent luster, without any damage, and as intact as before.

"..." Xia Wushuang trembled all over, and felt a chilling coldness that rushed up to the back of his head along his tail bones, freezing him, and his limbs were icy and cold.

This hairpin was a treasure that Xiao Yasheng stole from Ye Weiming's treasure house when he was young. On the crystal butterfly, there are four wings and three whiskers, and the butterfly clothes like cicada wings, which are thin slices polished by night pearls, which will emit intoxicating light green fluorescence under the moonlight at night.

"Why are you here?" Xia Wushuang was a little lost. He remembered that in order to retrieve this ancient treasure, the unethical fake monk beat the abbot in his temple...

But why is it here? Shouldn’t it be worn on Ye Xiaoya’s head to embellish the most distinctive color of Nizi’s peerless charm?
Chapter completed!