In terms of intrigue, Ye Weiming is definitely not as good as the couple of Xia Wushuang and Hongsan. However, when it was his turn to use his expertise, the strength he showed was beyond the reach of Xia Wushuang and Hongsan.

I saw that when the black temple gate was painted with the fifth black pattern, the entire temple gate suddenly cracked with a "bang". The giant steel gate, which was ten to four feet tall, was like a burning stone poured on ice water. As it expanded and contracted, it lost its original magical surname and cracked into huge iron blocks all over the ground.

After the broken black gate, a downward black corridor appeared. When Xia Wushuang looked back, she saw Hong San drinking bottles of sour blue potions hard. It looked as hard as it would be.

"San'er, are we going to be a little normal?" Xia Wushuang was extremely helpless and threw a small bottle of White Jade Holy Spring to her.

For magicians who have reached the Fiery Sun level, whether it is the "mana potion" produced in the Valoran Continent or the "purification potion" produced in the Azeroth world, it seems too stingy for their existing huge magic power, and it is difficult to achieve the effect of restoring magic power as imagined.

The White Jade Holy Spring is a good thing, and it has amazing effects in tempering physique and restoring magic power.

Unfortunately, this thing is a top-notch wine that is only known as the legendary one. For a woman who is addicted to alcohol, it is simply the cruelest punishment in the world to let her drink it whole. Therefore, after several negotiations failed, a laughable scene occurred:

The third sister could obviously use the White Jade Holy Spring to replenish her magic power. She quickly returned to normal, but she would rather die than follow Xia Wushuang and just followed Xia Wushuang with a bottle of "magic little blue bottle". Even though Xia Wushuang had added "chips" repeatedly, this guy was still unmoved at all, as if he wanted to fight for the wine to the end.

Not to mention the third sister, sometimes it makes people laugh and cry. Xia Wushuang followed Ye Weiming and went straight down the gloomy and dark corridor.

The stairs in the corridor are still made of stone, and each step seems to be carefully calculated, no more or less. They are all one foot high. There are many complex murals on the walls on both sides, but because the fire in the undead world has never been extinguished, its cultural heritage is too deep. Therefore, even Lord No. 7, who was dubbed "Small Library" by Xia Wushuang, could not explain clearly what they specifically wanted to express.

In the dark environment, the air is a little humid. A faint smell of mold spreads in the air, making people unconsciously hold their breath.

As we walked, a stone steps in front suddenly collapsed. The walls on both sides also sunk inwardly. When we looked roughly, there was a depth of more than 100 meters between the left and right.

Xia Wushuang and Ye Weiming's expressions moved at the same time, and then pressed against the walls on both sides of the passage at the same time.

It is as hard as iron and as thick as a mountain. This spherical open space in front of me is obviously not originally built, but is probably a later magician. It is bombarded with spherical magic. It may be a fire bomb or a frost ball. However, because the time is too long, no trace has been found.

However, the power of this spherical magic is a little too great. Even if a magician at the Fierce Sun level bombards with the strongest magic, it is impossible to bombard such a large-scale pit. However, the magician who came first for many years can easily throw an ice hockey or fireball, and can achieve such a terrifying destructive power by simply thinking about it.

Xia Wushuang thought for a long time, guessing whether the pioneer was the last of the endless years, whether it was the strength of the holy level. Suddenly his face changed, he let out a long breath, and then shook his head.

I have misunderstood myself. Such a pit may be a spiritual magic released by some kind of sub-artifact. Because under normal circumstances, those spiritual magic that have a very long cooling time will have higher magical explosive power than the magician itself. Therefore, even a magician of the Fierce Sun level bombards such a pit, it is completely reasonable.

After figuring this out, Xia Wushuang urged Ye Weiming to continue leading the way, and turned around and glared at Hong San, who was still "taking medicine", hoping that she would not continue to tease her.

But what the three people didn't know was that due to their entry, the small world outside the temple began to fall into deep sleep. All the undead creatures hid their soul fire and then buried their bodies in the black soil, one by one like dead objects.

As the small world slept, the dark moon that appeared in the sky from time to time began to become extremely dark, and the earthworm-like rune patterns on the moon surface seemed to have hooked up some amazing magic array, locking the entire space and directly sealing the secret realm connecting all the imports and exits of the earth.

Some ghosts floating everywhere appeared in the corridor. Xia Wushuang was surprised. He had seen this thing in Dionysus' mine. It was annoying but harmless, just ignore it directly.

However, reality always likes to slap in the face.

Just as Lao Xia swears that these ghosts have no attack ability and they can quickly pass through this passage, a plump green female ghost suddenly grinned at him, and then a huge flame magic ball hit him hard.

"I'll go!" Xia Wushuang was startled by the sudden appearance and quickly supported a wind-type barrier to protect everyone. Only then did he remember that the so-called ghosts can actually practice magic. Only those ghosts who have not received magic enlightenment are truly harmless existences.

In front of my younger brother and wife, she was slapped in the face by a mere ghost. Xia Wushuang felt the pain in her cheeks. She was so angry that she suddenly appeared behind her. Then, dense magic bullets were filled with crazy, and continued to shoot into the depths of the corridor.

Groups of ferocious ghosts, under the extremely turbulent elemental magic baptism, let out a harsh scream, and even some ghosts lurking behind them, didn't even know what happened, and inexplicably lay with guns, and with the ghosts in front who would not die without committing death, they were wiped out.

In the corridor, all the ghosts of the dead were wiped out by a man with excessive revenge. The cold stone steps once again returned to silence.

"..." Ye Weiming touched his nose and originally wanted to tease Lao Xia, but when he saw such a cruel scene, cold sweat flowed down his temples, so he had to shut his mouth silently and say nothing.

"A lot of people died here, let's be careful." As the boss, in order to prevent himself from being "destroyed", Xia Wushuang's ability to forcibly change the topic is not overwhelming.

The third sister just followed behind and laughed, feeling that Xiaoshuang, who was in her family, now looked like she was unwilling to admit her mistakes and wanted to avoid embarrassment. She was so cute that she couldn't help but want to hug him and laugh for a while.

However, Xia Wushuang is right. Many people must have died in places where ghosts are everywhere. Although due to the erosion of time, those dead people even turned into ashes and didn't know where they went. But the dangerous place is a dangerous place. In an absolutely closed environment like the Central Temple, an environment that can kill people will never become dangerous because of the passage of time.

"Look, someone is dead here!" Due to Xia Wushuang's reminder, Ye Weiming carefully observed the situation around him. Inadvertently, he saw a corpse sunk in one wall.

Although the blood flowing on the steps has turned black and solidified, the group of awakened people in front have only been in. Therefore, it can be speculated that the formation period of this corpse that seemed to have died for a long time is not too long. Perhaps it was the day before yesterday, or even yesterday.

"Middle stage of the Fierce Sun?" Xia Wushuang squatted down and reached out to put his hand on the forehead of the corpse. He sensed the golden dust crystal formed in the back of the broken soul of the deceased. His face suddenly became solemn.

It was not that he was afraid of the sinisterness of the temple, but that he had strong questions about the unscientific improvement of these awakened people's realm.

Lao Xia always felt that he was extremely lucky, but now when he thinks about it, he suddenly realizes that whether it is Christina's secret realm or Dionysus' mine, it seems that what he has obtained is very limited.

And these awakened people in Jinling City just discovered a secret realm without a master, and everyone was like a dragon, and their realm was progressing rapidly. In just a few days, someone's magic realm began to be on par with him. This was simply cheating! How could he continue to play well in the end of the world?

"I'll go! Good guy! Anubis's God of Death weighed." When Xia Wushuang felt unfair, Ye Weiming, who had been gestured in the air with a black ruler, suddenly screamed. He saw these strange characters spit out from his mouth, and the corridor leading to the deep silence suddenly lit up with a dazzling green light.

In the miserable green color, everyone saw that deep in the corridor, an evil creature with a human body and a dog head was squatting in front of a swaying golden scale, with bright eyes and silently waiting for them.
Chapter completed!