"Huh? This guy is good at moving around in phase, incarnation of body, and dark illusion array. I have seen the first two, but the latter one... I don't seem to have seen him use it once!"

Combining the undead bloodline of the undead crow, Xia Wushuang was in a good mood, but she couldn't help but complain.

Unexpectedly, No. 7 was so angry that he smiled and cursed: "You TM are so embarrassed to say that you rushed into the cemetery with such a fierce holy light. Not only the illusion array of the undead crow, but also the ban on the magic array that was originally left in this holy tomb was burned away by you?...Didn't you notice that when you break in, many places will inexplicably ignite the holy flames?"

"Uh..." Xia Wushuang recalled and smiled awkwardly. "Don't say it, I really didn't notice it."

He kicked the spiritual equipment dyed with white hair to the side. Xia Wushuang suddenly felt a little itchy behind her, but before he could turn around, his body seemed to be stabbed hard by a silver needle, and his heart started to hurt.

"You won't be really cursed, are you?" A drop of cold sweat oozed out from Xia Wushuang's forehead. The sudden needle cone made him look trembling, and he almost didn't dare to turn his head and look behind him.

No. 7's expression was stunned. He sensed the burning holy light behind Xia Wushuang. Unconsciously, something suddenly eroded a piece of it. A dead energy of the undead invaded with the flow, almost touching Xia Wushuang's body, damaging his vitality.

"Oh no, it seems that the seal in the tomb chamber was burned out by your holy light!" No. 7 swept around with his soul, and immediately felt that in the triangular tomb, the old aura of death was decreasing at an extremely fast speed, and a new power of death was slowly reviving.

Xia Wushuang was stunned when she heard this and turned around. She saw that the three divine pillars supporting the entire mausoleum suddenly appeared under the illumination of his holy light; and the three chains that locked the iron coffin even ignited a blazing white holy flame, as if they were about to be burned.

Ah!~~~

With a creepy wailing sound, countless green souls suddenly broke free from the suppressed restriction and escaped from the skeleton magic array on the three walls. I don’t know what their properties are, but at this moment, they ignored the illumination of the holy light and rose to the sky as if nothing had happened. Until they touched the dome of the tomb, they strangely merged into the wall. Then they completely disappeared into the triangular tomb.

"It seems like I've ruined the matter again?" Xia Wushuang let out a sigh and retreated, but in just a few steps, he arrived at the entrance of the tomb.

The iron coffin, which was suspended by an iron cable in the air four meters high, was now emitting a terrible aura of death that could not be stopped by even the holy light.

Oh!

Suddenly, the sky above the pyramid shook, and huge space ripples suddenly appeared in the blow like a divine punishment. Great spiritual consciousnesses directly penetrated the weak space barriers of the small world and fell from the undead world.

How can the small world withstand the huge pressure of so many undead strong men? The entire space is penetrated by these spiritual consciousnesses, and a terrible waver occurs.

"Who?! Who opened the tomb of Aostaleon without authorization?!"

A terrifying roar came from the dark sky, and a terrifying lich saint transformed into a blue soul light and was coming quickly from the extraterritorial battlefield hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

"Damn angel! Do you know what you did?! If you release the Skeleton King, it will surely cause a shocking war. It's so damn!"

"Kneel down! Even if your soul dies ten thousand times, it will not make up for the sins you have committed!"

Angry scolding fell from the ever-expanding ripples of space, and Xia Wushuang's face turned black instantly. He immediately knew that he had accidentally broken into the real tomb sealing the White Bone Emperor.

The real emperor's tomb must hide the terrible divine treasures, but these divine treasures are not something that a Fiery Sun-level magician can touch. Especially the White Bone Emperor may just be sealed, but still survive in the world.

Xia Wushuang gritted her teeth and regretted giving the space blue card to the "personal son" of the Super God host. But now that things have come to this point, it is irreversible. He can only clench the relics of the saint in his hand, and then the holy light in his body is ignited. While resisting the terrifying aura of death spread from the iron coffin, he suddenly flapped his wings out of the tomb.

Crack! The pillars of the three divine pillars were cracked at the same time.

The holy flame on the black iron chain did not extinguish with Xia Wushuang's departure, but instead became more and more prosperous, and slowly turned from blazing white to dark gray, falling on the ground, and even igniting the floor tiles in the tomb, putting the entire tomb in a gray flame of death.

"Angel of sin! Do you still want to run away?! Stay here! You must apologize for death!"

With a condescending rebuke, a huge pillar of light suddenly landed from the void. It passed through the entire holy tomb, as if it was a giant sword of divine punishment connecting the heaven and earth, almost splitting the entire small world in half.

"Is this the strength of the saint?!" Xia Wushuang opened his eyes wide. The gray light column that was crushed down from the sky made him unable to hide. His terrifying lethality even tore the defense of his holy light at the first time, directly penetrated his body, as if he wanted to melt his body and soul together.

"Sure enough, you won't die if you don't commit suicide!" A drop of pure white blood spilled out from the corner of Xia Wushuang's mouth by a gray beam of light. But with madness, he raised his head and looked at the sky covered by gray light, countless gorgeous scenes of the magic world that he had never seen before flashed in his eyes.

His eyes were filled with cruelty and madness. He had never been to other magic planes, and had never seen the wider world outside the earth in his eyes. How could Xia Wushuang die like this?

With such unwillingness, Xia Wushuang suddenly opened her silver eyes wide and shouted to the sky heart-wrenchingly: "I won't die, I will never fall here!"

The scorching holy light shook the earth and rose into the sky!

The three pairs of blazing white light wings merged into a pair of pure white wings at the same time. The blazing white angel halo then rose into the sky, like a holy light barrier protecting Xia Wushuang under his halo, and used the huge white wings to carry him, forming a secondary protection.

However, such a powerful defense is still not worth mentioning in front of the real saint. The gray beam of light and the aperture that rose to the sky lasted for less than a second, then broke through this holy light barrier in a very domineering way, and then wiped Xia Wushuang's body and soul in horror.

snort!

Suddenly, the entire void vibrated with an unhappy nasal sound. The gray column of light was instantly shattered by an irresistible force and disappeared directly into the space.

"I'm so happy to bully the weak?! Who gave you the courage?!" With a sneer, a black-robed mage holding a black scythe walked out of nothingness.

He raised his black and gray bone hand and suddenly slapped the void. Suddenly, a loud "wa" sound came out. The undead saint who had been chasing Xia Wushuang just now disappeared immediately!

"Old Your Highness! You?! You killed Rogo?! Are you trying to provoke a war between the underworld and the undead?!"

The endless ripples in the space in the small world were calmed down with the appearance of the big black scythe skeleton holding the black scythe. Many undead saints who were rushing to this rift stopped, turned their heads and retreated in the direction they came.

The big skeleton who was questioned wrapped his body in a black robe with broken corners. He stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of him. The burning soul fire in his head was extremely calm, as if the monster that slapped the first-level undead saint to death was not like him.

"Misriel?...I haven't seen him for many years?" The big skeleton took out a black gold-inlaid code from his sleeve. After turning two pages slowly, he suddenly looked up toward the sky and said in a cold tone: "If the Lich King knew that you were chasing the last student before the old god, I wonder if the new saint named Rogo still has the chance to reincarnate on the Fate Box?!"
Chapter completed!