With the blessing of the undead god moon, the blue purple sword light burst out an unprecedented light.

All the awakened people were stunned. Two sword lights that were slashed in cross suddenly flashed through the mummy's body locked by the magic array, and the blue purple mark was hit in the space. In an instant, the mummy's entire body collapsed and collapsed, and in the end there was no more scum left.

"Why are you still alive yet!!" Xia Wushuang suddenly turned around, her face suddenly became crazy and a little hideous.

"Hahahaha! You all want to kill me, but you can never kill me!!"

The mummy with only the soul was left revealing his original appearance. It was a thick ball of darkness wrapped around a sharp beak similar to a ferocious bird. There were black feathers trembling in the black mist, and the blood-red eyes reflected a trace of evil black divine light.

"It's over! The Necromancer Crow! His body is such a ghost thing full of hostility and hard to be erased!" No. 7 was shocked.

"Damn it!" Xia Wushuang's face turned black and his heart was full of reluctance. The next moment, a dagger full of magic of time appeared in his hand, carrying the dark power of the ghost, and suddenly threw it towards the black soul locked by chains.

clang!

A black soul vortex suddenly appeared on the surface of the soul body of the undead crow. The joyous blade that was thrown out was blocked by the vortex in a moment and was sucked into the soul of the undead crow.

The soul grows slightly.

"This is not possible, Master Xia. Let's retreat quickly!" No. 7 urged Xia Wushuang in his ear. According to the plan, the division of the saint who could trap this saint was victory, so it was time to stop when he saw the opportunity.

"Is it OK?" Xia Wushuang, who had many trump cards invalid, laughed instead. His eyes looked directly at the strange blackness. An unparalleled murderous thought penetrated the black fog and directly acted on the pure soul body of the Necromancer.

No. 7 was silent. Just as Xia Wushuang said, retreating now may be OK for others, but for Xia Wushuang, it seems that it is really not OK.

Because there is another human being imprisoned in the pyramid behind.

The man didn't know what his name was, but he was the "own son" of the Super God Host. He must be a person with a super physique. With the covetousness of the Xia Wushuang elemental body by the Necromancer, even if Xia Wushuang barely returns to Earth now, the Necromancer will definitely seize the person's body. Then he will carry out a desperate pursuit of himself.

By that time, the body of the undead crow will not be weak enough to be destroyed by refraction damage. Once you are stuck to this undead with at least the holy level, you may be beaten to death.

"Come on! Come and kill me! Try to use the power of purification and see if it can hurt me!"

At the moment when Xia Wushuang was wandering, the undead crow in the black fog began to roar with resentment. This was not a fair duel. With the absolute crushing of strength, he was actually broken. This was simply an indelible huge shame in his thousands of years of life.

Ye Xiaoya made the first move. Her purifying power was the nemesis of all dark-side attributes. The moment the light arrow made a move, even the dark power in the space was purified, turning into a pure magic power without attributes.

But such a gorgeous light arrow was still swallowed by the black fog outside the dead crow. The deep darkness seemed to be a magical black hole. It could swallow all the power and turn it into one's own use.

Others also used the magic at the bottom of the box one after another, and then their faces changed drastically and they stepped back.

"Continue, don't stop. I have planted marks on all of you. When the formation loses its magic power, no matter the ends of the earth, I will kill you one by one, and then use the most cruel means to pierce your souls together and burn them on the fire of purgatory!"

The Necromancer crow screamed wildly, relying on its almost invincible soul protection, it has set its sights on the road to revenge in the future.

Everyone was despised, and even the awakened people who were about to withdraw suddenly stopped.

The saint's soul has already done nothing. To put it to such a ruthless thing, it is simply forcing everyone to die, leaving them no hope of survival at all.

"Blue Flame!" A blue flame appeared on Xia Wushuang's hands, and another blade of joy threw it at the undead crow.

Swallow! The thick darkness is fearless.

"Emerald Divine Light!" Another dagger.

"A little more, too little, it's not enough to eat!" The blood-red crow was filled with excitement in his eyes. Xia Wushuang was his enemy. It was a very pleasant thing to make the enemy so desperate that he was at a loss!

"Eat? Are you a pig?" Xia Wushuang waved his hand, and six other spiritual equipment were wrapped in six different elements at the same time. He raised his hand and threw it out. He was rich and powerful, making it difficult for everyone to look at it.

The black clouds continued to rotate like a black hole. The spiritual equipment that Xia Wushuang waved his hand not only did not cause damage to the saint's soul splitting, but instead made his soul stronger and stronger, and there was a dangerous trend of pulling those blue chains away from the magic array on the ground.

"Boss, stop. This will make him break free from the seal!" Ye Weiming was startled. As the formation builder, he had already felt that the foundation of the soul seal formation was loosening, and the buried golden dust crystals began to vaguely suppress the soul power of the undead crow.

"Don't be afraid!" Xia Wushuang smiled strangely, ascended to the sky and condensed into the dark place, and instantly sprinkled at least twenty spiritual equipment wrapped in a large amount of magic.

"Look at how I can hold him to death!"

"Still to death?!" The soul of the undead crow smiled. This human thought he was a mess and would be broken by this little spiritual suit. He used to be the saint among the undead, and the most powerful existence in the world except for God! Will he be supported by the spiritual suit? It's a joke!!!

"Look at how I swallow it to you, wait for death!"

The black air around the undead crow suddenly swelled, like an eternal evil demon opened its huge mouth, as if it was about to swallow the entire world.

"It's going to die! It's going to die! After this ghost thing swallows these spiritual equipment, it will definitely break through the seal, and we're all going to die!"

"I don't want to die! I am a genius among geniuses. There will never be more than ten people in the entire Jinling and the southwest of the world. Why do I die in such a place without saying a word? I am unwilling to give up!"

Xia Wushuang's act of using spiritual outfits stimulated the young hearts of those awakened people. They were desperate, they were unwilling to accept it, and they even hated Xia Wushuang, who had been in the battlefield.

"Die, die!" The soul of the undead crow swollen, and blue soul chains were broken by him. The sound of the broken dust crystals constantly came from under the black pure land, as if the bell of the countdown to death was shocking.

"Have you made enough trouble?" Xia Wushuang took out a bottle of holy spring and landed on the pure land. He glanced at the saint who was excited to tear the soul chains. His tone was extremely calm and his light actions were so cold that it made people feel cold in his heart.

All the awakened people were stunned, wondering why Xia Wushuang was foolish all the time.

"What do you... mean?" The black soul that was crazy was suddenly shocked. The powerful consciousness of the saint made him instinctively feel a fatal crisis and was suddenly approaching him.

"After having enough trouble, just be purified..." Xia Wushuang smiled strangely, and a demon-like killing feeling appeared on her face.

"Not all spiritual clothes are so delicious."

Crack! A crisp sound was extremely harsh in the suddenly quiet space.

In everyone's eyes, the soul of the Necromile Crow, which was so powerful that everyone could not resist, suddenly broke out a huge wound, and there was an extremely holy luster that shone out from the wound, and it looked extremely shocking in a dark mist.

"What did you eat for me?" The Necromile widened his eyes, looked at Xia Wushuang in disbelief, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The magic power in his body was melting with ice and snow under a power of holy light that he could not match. Without room for resistance, he even had no way to separate his soul and avoid this fatal injury.

"So, some things cannot be eaten randomly." Xia Wushuang drank the Holy Spring and looked at the black soul of the Necromancer with a cold look. He never believed that the other party could escape with such a powerful killing move.

Therefore, he must die. And he is the final winner!

Crack! Another crisp sound. A blazing white crack appeared on the waist of the undead crow, dividing his soul into two and completely collapsed into two halves.

"This is... a holy gun stained with the Holy Son Jesus... blood?" The undead crow lowered his head and saw the white holy gun in his soul. His blood-red eyes were straight, as if a human was living a ghost.

"Haha...What a good method!"

The undead crow smiled desperately. The body, which was on the verge of collapse, began to shake in the seal of the soul chain, twisting the corners of his mouth, and a series of mysterious chants bloomed!
Chapter completed!