No. 7 slowly woke up. Unconsciously, Xia Wushuang had reached the peak of the Fiery Sun level. This made the conflict between Xia Wushuang and the Super God host rise to a point where he had to confront him head-on.

The Super God Master is a god with a narrow weapon, greedy and selfish, and has endless and long life. He cannot tolerate the awakened ones under his command and does not follow the path she planned. However, Xia Wushuang's pride in heaven is self-improvement, has a domineering temper and is crazy. As he has few things left to protect, he will never allow others to step on his dignity and trample on his own.

The two extreme combinations collided together in such a coincidence; the ending of love and killing was actually written from the beginning when we met.

Moreover, no matter what, the Super God Host has already felt a bad feeling towards Xia Wushuang, and even made a harsh statement that "it is necessary to kill him before the dusk level." Therefore, it can be foreseen that no matter how Xia Wushuang avoids it, once it leaves this small world, the Super God Host will try every means to issue some inexplicable death missions to him.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation, Xia Wushuang had only two choices: one was to bow to the Super God host, and use a humble attitude to prolong his death while being repeatedly trampled on by others; the second was to tell the other party in a tough manner, like he is now: "Bichi, I am not afraid of you!"

In the Chinese textbook, Master Lu once said: "A real warrior dares to face the dripping blood and face the bleak life." Xia Wushuang didn't know if he was a warrior. Anyway, he wanted to make him kneel on the ground and tremble in front of the super god host like a dead dog. He couldn't do it, nor could he do it.

So, he had enough. He didn't want to continue this state of enslaved by the super god host.

"Next, it depends on luck." Xia Wushuang pushed the holy sword in his hand and said indifferently: "I instinctively feel that that guy will have a solution, but in fact I am not very sure."

"Hey! Since you have already shown up, everything will be up to you. Anyway, we are all one." After the initial horror, No. 7 has already opened up. He has a host who has devoted himself to his duties, and he has nothing left to die.

Xia Wushuang grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. He vibrated the pair of light wings behind him and fell towards the center of the small world, the pyramid cemetery.

Swish!

The majestic pyramid standing on the black scorched earth, as Xia Wushuang was about to approach, suddenly supported a huge soul barrier with black air when she seemed to deliberately prevent him from entering.

This black barrier looks very evil from the outside; there is also a little bit of the smell of undead in the thick dark aura.

However, these two somewhat mixed forces obviously have an inevitable resistance to the power of the light of Seraph. Even though they are just a protective barrier, they are still resisting the holy brilliance that Xia Wushuang unconsciously sprinkled into the barrier.

Xia Wushuang was blocked by the dark barrier. Her figure couldn't help but pause in the air. She smiled coldly, raised the holy sword burning with the holy flames in her hand, and waved it to the barrier.

"There is a manifestation of the emptiness, but it is just the end of the mast and oar."

Bang! A crisp sound.

The barrier lingering with black gas suddenly broke out by the light slap of the holy sword, and it instantly reached the verge of collapse.

"Since I dare to keep me, I must be prepared to be completely killed!" Xia Wushuang once again raised the Holy Sword of Light in his hand, with a sacred and solemn posture, like an archangel descending from the real kingdom of heaven, and wanted to erase all the darkness in the world together.

"What does it mean to hide in the grave like a turtle?!"

The slap was loudly. Under the attack of the Holy Sword of Light, the entire black barrier seemed to be black glass hit by an iron ball. It was shattered with a bang.

Sao! The strong wind whistles.

An unexpected thing happened. The black barrier that was shattered by the holy sword suddenly scattered a black blade that was enough to break the void to the four directions of the barrier when it was destroyed.

And the speed is so fast that it has exceeded ten times the speed of sound.

The black blade completely broke through the sound barrier. In an instant, it had already crossed the already not far distance of space and came to Xia Wushuang.

The moment when his breathing stopped, Xia Wushuang could even see clearly that a deadly black light seemed to flash on the extremely sharp black blade.

Xia Wushuang never expected that behind this seemingly weak dark barrier was such a sinister backhand.

However, his reaction was also fast. The moment the black blade appeared, a dazzling holy light suddenly burst out from his whole body, spreading the blazing milky white light shield out infinitely, like a meteorite in the atmosphere, purifying most of the black swords that shot towards him into pure, unattributed energy, and then directly dispersed in the air.

"I'm careless..."

Although he was defending properly, Xia Wushuang's left shoulder was still a black blade that was only half purified, and a huge blood hole was instantly penetrated. He was holding the relics of the saint, and his recovery was too amazing. The blood hole pierced by the black blade on his shoulder was once again in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

"But now, what are your methods?"

Xia Wushuang swung the holy sword in his hand and exerted all the holy power in his body. In an instant, a huge white light blade condensed. Suddenly, he cut it from the top of the pyramid with a sword, and wanted to cut the mysterious holy tomb directly from the center.

"Bang!" A thundering sound of the soul suddenly came back from the tomb tip of the Holy Tomb. Under the Holy Tomb, a series of extremely powerful dark magic arrays emerged one by one with the buzzing of the Holy Tomb. They condensed into a huge whole, vaguely exuding an indestructible magic charm.

"Hiss! Look at this momentum, it is at least the sealed magic array of the Great Saint. Could it be... Isn't this cemetery belonging to the undead crow?... But that's right, this secret realm has obviously been dead for thousands of years. Since the undead crow was reborn from the life box, the fact that he was still alive a year ago is enough to prove that not only the entire secret realm does not belong to him, but even this holy tomb does not belong to him."

No. 7 sorted out various information about the entire secret realm of the undead and immediately came to the above conclusions.

"The magpie's nest?" Xia Wushuang smiled. "This undead crow really deserves to die."

After saying that, Xia Wushuang fell down the entrance to the pilgrimage tomb.

At the gate of the Holy Sepulchre, the statues of Anubis and Horus are still majestic. The two deceased gods still look coldly indifferent to everything in the entire small world. Unfortunately, the legends they left on the earth are not enough to recreate the glory of their former command of a civilization; so they cannot discourage Xia Wushuang and prevent him from blaspheming the restless souls in the Holy Sepulchre.

The tall corridor leading to the cemetery. On the stone walls on all sides are carved with countless original tomb owners' extremely great deeds in their lives.

At first, a golden skeleton was slowly crawling out of the coffin. The moment the soul fire was ignited, he held the golden death scythe in his hand, tasted the blood and the fear of death, and killed all the necromancers who summoned him from death!

In the middle, the skeleton of the mural skeleton, from the beginning, it slowly turned into purple and gold, then turned into gray and gold, and finally turned into black and gold. In this huge change, he killed wildly, countless seas of undead were swallowed by him, and the endless source of souls was melted by him. Wherever he passed, it was a disaster, and no undead could survive...

"These things... look familiar." No. 7 followed Xia Wushuang's gaze and turned to these murals that had been going through thousands of years and still maintained the magic charm. He rubbed his head and suddenly felt that the murals looked familiar from the appearance.

"Oh? Then look at the last picture?" Xia Wushuang pointed to the last mural in the corridor. His halo illuminated the entire corridor of the Holy Tomb. The deadly corruption of death could not even be close to his body. He was ignited and purified by the burning holy light, turning into a pile of old embers.

The black and golden skeletons in the murals built a huge empire with the corpses he killed and killed. He used his endless years to continuously expand the range he could reach, expanding and building fields that belonged only to him.

He used processed scorched bones to build walls for his palace; crushed the bones of various creatures and enemies, sprinkled them on the black soil, and paved the way. Even the twisted trees and other natural scenery were removed by him, and all replaced with inferior imitations made of bones.

From the forest made of bone teeth to the throne of bones towering on the top of the realm, the entire world of bones seemed to be created by this undead.

At the end of the mural, the undead skeleton suddenly seemed to be crazy. He knocked down his black and golden bones from the soles of his feet to the neck bones one by one, throwing them all into a white bone furnace burning with terrible green flames, and then smelted them hard.

The soul flame that jumped out of the head because of his fierceness. Even though Xia Wushuang was just staring at the painting wall and protecting his body with holy light, she still felt her spine cold and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.

"Damn it! Isn't the story on this mural the story of Ostaleon, the Bone Emperor who is the most disaster in the undead world, refining his body into a super artifact? Before this guy disappeared, he made hundreds of fake cemeteries. Could it be one of them?!"

Seeing the last scene of the mural, No. 7's eyes were straight, as if he had discovered a new continent, and suddenly jumped up from Xia Wushuang's sea of ​​souls.
Chapter completed!