The Bone Emperor Aostaleon is a legendary existence in the Undead World.

Although on the outside, this emperor has always maintained the peak of the saint's strength. However, several times the free lich at the god-level were lost in his Bone Empire and returned in vain; this made many undead speculate that the Bone Emperor had actually entered the Divine Level and ignited his divine fire.

Gods are terrible, especially gods with abnormal nerves. The White Bone Emperor stepped on the corpses of countless undead spirits and finally built up his own boundless skeleton empire.

Then, Aostaleon went crazy and claimed that he would refine his body into a super god-like outfit that was enough to kill the strongest lich in the dead spirit world. In order to cope with the continuous pursuit of other free lichs in the undead world, he also arranged hundreds of false tombs for himself, and left many spiritual treasures in each tomb, as well as his extremely terrifying terrifying inheritance.

But what is ridiculous is that these fake tombs hidden with treasures and inheritances eventually became one of the major treasure houses that the undead world competed for. Moreover, whenever a new tomb of the White Bone Emperor is discovered, it will always lead to a terrible killing. Even a strong man as strong as the Saint Level cannot guarantee that he will keep his life in the fierce competition.

"Has the White Bone Emperor refined a super artifact in the end?" After listening to No. 7's long narration, Xia Wushuang blinked and asked inexplicably.

"Of course it was refined. However, he was unable to fight against the leader of the free lich in the end. He was stripped of the super artifact by the opponent with his great magical powers, and then threw it out of the undead world like a dead dog..."

"Just tell me this?! Didn't you blow on how powerful the White Bone Emperor is? Why did you say that people are like dogs in the next sentence? What about your integrity?!" Xia Wushuang choked hard by No. 7's words. His expression of joy just now disappeared on his face immediately.

"It's not that the White Bone Emperor is not powerful, but that existence in the undead world is too powerful. That guy is the oldest except the Undead God Moon. He has experienced the longest years and is generally considered to be the most powerful invincible supreme among the gods. Moreover, since his power has reached an incredible level, just by saying his name, he may be watched through the endless void."

Speaking of this, No. 7 slightly blocked the Super God Host's vision and quietly said to Xia Wushuang: "Do you know why the Super God Host dare not descend his divine power in this place? Because that existence once said that as long as the Billion Dog dares to extend his unclean claws into the undead world, he will take action and directly destroy the Divine Character of the Billion Dog!"

When Xia Wushuang heard this, he was shocked. He opened his mouth and wanted to abolish the person of a powerful god. There is such a perverted strong man in the undead world. No wonder even though his own state and church are separated for billions of years, he is still the most powerful invading legion among the planes.

"Don't mention that kind of thing, let's talk about the White Bone Emperor." Xia Wushuang could only smile embarrassedly. Some things were indeed not touched by his current meager level. Just talking about names would attract attention. The terrifying existence in the undead world would be. He could not even imagine how powerful it would be.

With a creaking sound, Xia Wushuang pushed open the huge wooden door in the tomb heart.

The decaying dust fell from the wooden door. When they touched the fierce Holy Time of Xia Wushuang, they suddenly let out a strange roar, forming twisted and struggling grimaces in the air, and then suddenly burned in the holy light. They turned into a bunch of burning pale white phosphorus fires, and finally disappeared.

The central tomb was opened, and the ancient temple finally returned to Xia Wushuang's eyes.

It is said to be a temple, but the area of ​​this central tomb is not large at all. With an area of ​​less than 200 square meters, the narrow inner room in a triangle is supported by three ancient divine pillars. The entire tomb is not decorated too much. Apart from the three magical patterns embedded in the undead skull on the wall, there is not even a picture of the saint atmosphere in this tomb.

A black iron coffin was suspended four meters in the air and floated in the center of the secret room. Each of the three divine pillars pulled out a huge black lock. The iron coffin was fixed, and the mouth of the coffin was sealed by a secret method, not revealing the slightest breath of the original aura of the burial being.

Xia Wushuang rubbed his nose and said to No. 7: "This is not like a tomb, it's like a fierce place to seal off a troll."

"The world of undead has never been cut off from eternity. What can such a strange hobby be counted as the overlap of countless brilliant civilizations?" No. 7 didn't feel fussy. As long as they were sure that this was the fake cemetery of the White Bone Emperor, they would definitely make a fortune this time.

"Haha, that's right."

Xia Wushuang smiled. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes suddenly became stunned, and then a hint of ruthlessness flashed. The holy sword in her hand waved, brought up the sacred flames, and suddenly slashed towards an open space in the tomb.

Bang! The crisp sound of the slashing barrier ended. A black barrier suddenly stood up from a corner of the tomb.

"Let me go! I promise not to be enemies with you again!" In the black barrier, a box wrapped in black mist was floating in the air. The angry roar from inside was not from the undead crow, but who would have sent it?

Xia Wushuang smiled coldly, and at first he didn't say anything. He swung the holy sword in his hand and slapped a huge holy flame directly on the black barrier.

"Don't you think it's too late to say this?"

Bang! The black barrier, the burning holy sword, slap a fine crack. Xia Wushuang is now like an archangel who dominates the life and death of the undead saint. Every sword can cause irreversible terrible damage to his soul.

"Let me go! I can return the human that the Lord of Billion is focused on cultivating to you. You believe in the trinity of heroes and sacrifices. No one can complete the mission of establishing a teaching assigned to you by the Lord of Billion!"

The undead crow had completely collapsed. The human in front of him was simply perverted. There were countless terrible bloodlines fused in his body. Especially with the saint's relics and the holy sword in his hand, he was so restrained that he could not fight back at all.

"List of the Sect? It's true that I'm not one of the three 'own sons' you mentioned, so you deserve to die, and the super god host should die!" Xia Wushuang's expression was cold. Following the fine cracks in the black barrier, the holy sword ignited a stronger white flame, and slashed it down with a sword again with a domineering sword.

Oh! How could the black barrier resist such a powerful holy flame impact? The entire black barrier was instantly broken through by the bearish holy flame. The blazing flames were like the summoning of the god of death, all fell on the black life box hanging in the corner of the tomb chamber.

"You are so presumptuous! Do you think you can really kill me?! My body is a necro crow. The trace of soul that maintains the blood of the origin is definitely not something that can be purified by the holy flame of your level!"

With the roar of the undead crow, the life box surrounded by black air suddenly began to vibrate. A drop of blood lingering with the black demonic energy was sacrificed from the life box by the undead crow. It floated in the air, blocking all the holy light outside the life box. The deadly holy flames were also annihilated one by one under the influence of the black demonic energy.

The black blood seemed to have the power of unpredictable gods and ghosts.

"Hey, the saints are saints. Even when they reach this point, they still have the means to save their lives." No. 7 sighed, feeling extremely regretful.

"Save your life? Haha." Xia Wushuang ignored it and continued to brush the two swords. The bearish holy flames were extinguished in front of Black Blood one after another, but they did not shake the root of Black Blood.

"Come again!" As long as you hold the relics of the saint in your hand, the holy flames on the holy sword will never be extinguished. Xia Wushuang's holy sword kept slashing down, and there was no time to fight the undead crow to death.

Under the impact of the storm-like holy flame, the black blood drops were as if the undead crow said, without fear of the holy flame, and were still as stable as Mount Tai in the blazing flame, without even a sign of successive weakness.

However, Xia Wushuang also noticed that although this drop of black blood, which possesses the power of the saint, had never been turbulent in the holy fire, the dead aura of the life box itself became weaker and weaker under the scorching of the holy flame.

The undead crow who hid a wisp of soul in the life box, his own stair aura was rushing down frantically with the burning of light. In the blink of an eye, he fell from the holy stairs to dusk, and then quickly rushed towards the Fiery Sun stairs.

"Enough! I admit that doing so will make me weak infinitely, and it will be difficult to restore my strength at the height of my heyday. But my life box is protected by the original soul and original blood of the saint, so you cannot kill me!"
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