The central temple is located in the center of a circular cliff. The stone road leading to the temple is narrow and long, and can only accommodate three humans side by side at most.

Since no creature can enter this place all year round, although no moss grows on this stone long road, it is thinly covered with a layer of gray powder that is as sticky as moss. Once a person walks on it, he will slip if he is not careful, which is very dangerous.

There are no enclosure measures on both sides of the narrow and ephemeral road. Not only are there endless abysses below, but there are even extremely dangerous space cracks. Any creature that has not yet touched the Saint's realm will inevitably die without a complete corpse when it encounters such violent things.

Moreover, the space cracks under the stone bridge were not found in the secret realm early in the morning. According to No. 7, this is a manifestation that the small world has shrunk to a certain extent, squeezed and destroyed by other spaces, and is on the verge of collapse. If not done properly, this secret realm will disappear in ten years, and all the creatures and treasures that exist here will disappear forever in the endless space storm.

"Ten years? According to the madness of those awakened people in the secret realm, let alone ten years, it may take less than a year to completely empty the secret realm of the dead." Xia Wushuang smiled faintly, not caring about it.

The so-called "more wolfs and less meat" refers to the current situation. You must know that there are thousands of awakened people in the southwest; but if you count them all over Jinling City, you only discovered such a secret realm. Therefore, it can be imagined that when the secret treasure house of this secret realm is brought back to the ground, the four major forces in Jinling City east, west, south and north will probably have to stage a good intrigue around this secret realm called the Gate of Hell.

The two passed through a long and narrow stone bridge and passed through several white buildings that looked like towering arrow towers. They quickly walked to the dark gate.

Xia Wushuang subconsciously glanced at Hong San in her arms, and saw that her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Ye Weiming smacked his lips, touched his bald head, which was covered in dust for running away freely, and then focused all his attention on the black door in front of him.

"The palace door is double open, 16 feet wide and 14 feet high... Good. This is the standard configuration of the "Soul Mill". According to the description of the "Soul Burial Demon Record", this black door should be engraved with the curse of the soul rebirth and death as soon as it begins."

Ye Weiming took out a black ink pen, muttering like a charlatan, and then a touch of sweat that did not exist on his forehead, lifted the pen on the dark door. He drew four long ink marks with magical rhythm.

Not long after, my third sister woke up.

However, I don’t know if the three “Seven-leaf Ice Crystal Grass” are too powerful. After Hong San woke up, he suddenly felt that his whole body was light and he couldn’t use any strength... Bang!

When the third sister expressed her feelings, the stone pillar of the temple she was holding was suddenly cut off by her "inadvertently" and half of the stone pillar that was smashed out by huge force roared straight towards Ye Weiming's head.

"Hiss!" Monk Ye was startled by the sudden unexpected situation and hurriedly hid sideways and took a step away from the stone pillar flying across the sky.

At this time, Xia Wushuang noticed that every time the third sister took a step, the stone slab under her feet would be stepped into an exaggerated deep pit, and she had obviously completely lost control of her own magic power.

"What's the situation?" Xia Wushuang, who switched to ideology, looked very bad. If Hong San had something to do, he would have to bear the absolute responsibility for the whole thing.

"I'm so anxious! Your wife's magic power is out of control because her existing magic power has not kept up with the improvement of the level, and it has dried up. Just find some magic replenishment for her, eat a few high-level dust crystals, and everything will be OK. What's the point of being anxious!" When Xia Wushuang cut into her soul, it happened that No. 7 suddenly got inspiration and would have a new understanding of a magic problem. Therefore, the seventh master, who was interrupted, was angry and wanted to knock this host who valued sex and down friends with one stick.

"Oh, I was wrong, you're busy with yours." Xia Wushuang, who was murdered, could only withdraw from the soul world with a embarrassed look, and then return to the elder sister in front of him who would never let him "relax" him.

"Don't worry, I already have a solution." Xia Wushuang comforted Hong San and asked, "Are you now the Fierce Sun stairs?"

The way the third sister expressed her feelings was extremely direct, and she was shiny and giggled. After giggling, she hugged Xia Wushuang.

"Hiss!~~~Stop!" Xia Wushuang's scalp suddenly became numb and she was startled. If she was held tightly by the third sister who had lost control of the magic, at least three ribs would be broken.

The third sister pouted and was obviously unhappy about Lao Xia's flattery rejection.

"Look at the place when you act coquettishly. My brother is here. As a sister-in-law, you must maintain your pressure!" Xia Wushuang was really helpless. Since she followed her, her third sister has become more and more clingy.

Oh my God, please give me the extremely chic third sister back then!

"Huh?" Hong San noticed that there was an unscrupulous monk behind Xia Wushuang. The monk was knocking on the corner of the temple door with a black ruler. His face was clearly angular, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but his clothes were a little disheveled, and a corner of his sleeve was broken, looking very embarrassed.

"Cough cough!" Hong San coughed in embarrassment, swept away his clingy posture before, and suddenly became extremely dignified and beautiful.

Ye Weiming, who was pretending to be looking at the scenery around, was completely stunned when he saw Hong San's change like this. He said in his heart, "The boss is worthy of being the boss. He has been wandering in the flowers for many years. The women he likes are the fewest ones in the world."

"San'er, let me introduce it. This is my younger brother who grew up with me, Ye Weiming. Don't think that he looks like a monk, but he is actually not a serious monk, but a professional antique collector. If you like any classical jewelry, just ask him for it. If he dares not give it to me, don't worry, I will definitely kill him!" Xia Wushuang laughed and was very happy.

Before the end of the world, it was almost difficult for them to get together for their own things. But now they are slowly getting together again because of the end of the world. This kind of change is touching and inexplicably happy.

"Boss Xia, it's not authentic for you to slander me in front of your sister-in-law. What do you mean by not being a serious monk? I'm optimistic, I'm a monk with a professional certificate!" Ye Weiming took out a red book and placed it in front of the two of them. There was a 'professional certificate' awarded by the national seal on it.

Xia Wushuang was stunned and had no idea that Ye Weiming had already spent money to get such an identity certificate in order to better cheat.

"How is it, I'm stupid." Ye Weiming laughed, then turned to Hong San and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm meeting for the first time. Please take care of me in the future. I am Xiao Yezi, and you can also call me a monk. The name or something is just a code name for orphans and it doesn't matter."

The third sister was amused. Xia Wushuang's many brothers and sisters, except those sisters, were indeed very interesting.

"Boss Xia, it's time to introduce your sister-in-law? I remember that you said before, "You are so proud that you should marry eight wives like Master Wei." Ye Weiming's topic and his eyes rolled at the same time, and he suddenly smiled maliciously.

"Fuck! Mr. Wei obviously only has seven wives!" Seeing that this unscrupulous little brother wanted something bad, Xia Wushuang quickly opened his mouth to argue.

“…”

OK, this quibbling angle is obviously not the point.

However, Hong San just smiled faintly, without any anger.

"My name is Hong Yousan, and I am one of Xiaoshuang's seven wives. You can call me San... Sister." Hong San thought about it, but still didn't scare her nickname "San Master".

"..." Xiao Yezi looked resentful. He was originally looking forward to the Shura Field, but now he could only squat in the corner of the wall and draw circles.

"Beautiful job!" Xia Wushuang secretly gestured to Hongsan with a big thumb, looking relieved.

Unexpectedly, the third sister approached him, with a red flaming lips pressed against his ear, and said softly: "Xiaoshuang, do you think I'm joking? Then you can try to bring a few more women home to see if I will help you knock off the trouble-provoking thing..."

"Hiss!" Lao Xia took a deep breath and couldn't help but tighten his legs. He felt a gust of cold wind between his legs, and a coldness under his crotch...)
Chapter completed!