When he opened the black coffin, the black and golden body of the White Bone Emperor lay quietly in it. Even though there was only one corpse left, it still exuded an emperor's aura.

"Although you chose death, your heart must have wanted to take revenge, right?" Rodrisau looked at the king lying quietly in the iron coffin and sighed to himself.

On the other party's black and golden skull was inserted with a black curse blade carved with vicious runes such as "separation", "exile", and "blocking". This curse blade passed through the middle of the skeleton king's eyebrows and then came out from the back of his head. It seemed that it was also part of the "three seals".

The soul fire of the Great Ghost exuded a sense of sadness. He took out the black blade specifically used to exile the soul from the Skeleton King's eyebrows with his own hands, causing the pierced eyebrows to slowly return to their original state with a tiny sound.

"Hold it, maybe one day you can use it." Rodris O looked back at Xia Wushuang and threw the black blade into his hand.

Xia Wushuang, who had just pulled himself out of the wall, frowned and reached out to catch the black blade full of the dead spirit.

"Exile Blade: A prop specifically used to punish the undead lich. It can exile powerful souls into endless darkness, and absorb external magic power once every day (sky) to erase the sealed powerful souls.

Note: The effective time for 'exile but immortal' is one hundred years. After a hundred years, no matter what kind of powerful soul is, it will fall into absolute weakness and even directly dissipate."

After reading this spiritual equipment message, Xia Wushuang felt cold all over. This soul armour, which is like a dagger, is not a weapon? It is simply a vicious prop specifically used to seal the strong.

"Old friend, go with peace of mind. Since this kid has inherited your bloodline, he will inevitably inherit your will in the future and fight outside the domain instead of you to avenge the tragic god battle." The soul fire in Rodris's skull burned quietly, sprinkling a bottle of silver solution in his hand into the black iron coffin, and in a voice that Xia Wushuang could not hear, he said something Xia Wushuang would definitely strongly object.

Xia Wushuang said nothing. She stood beside Rodrisau, but her eyes always flashed back and forth in the iron coffin, watching the corpse of the king with her own eyes, which turned into a pool of black and golden powder under the melting of the Great Ghost's own hands.

"Didn't your letter say that you broke up with the Lord of Billion? Then, in your future situation, this super magical armed force, you must find a way to make it." The Great Ghost put the black and golden dust in the iron coffin into a black gold-inlaid urn box that had been prepared. While speaking, he threw a magic scroll with a terrifying aura in front of Xia Wushuang.

"This is... the synthetic scroll of the super artifact 'Demon Sect'?!" Just feeling the terrifying aura of soul-devouring spirit on the scroll, Xia Wushuang was shocked. Not to mention any super artifact. He is now a scumbag that can't even make magical weapons.

"I have prepared all the materials needed for the super artifact. When you can make them, you will naturally have the chance to make them." The Great Ghost glanced at Xia Wushuang, and the soul fire was still calm. Finally, he handed the urn in his hand to Xia Wushuang's hand.

"This is not an ordinary saint's relics. You'd better not use it randomly like the healing heart you hold in your hand. Otherwise I will definitely kill you!"

Xia Wushuang was shocked when he heard this. Under Rodris' terrifying murderous intent, he caught the urn, and without saying a word, he sank it directly to the deepest part of the Space Magic Book, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never take it out for death in his life.

At this time, he also saw clearly the extremely short synthesis formula of the super artifact "Demon Sect" on the synthetic scroll: "Saint Huiyao + Murder Book (7000) = Demon Sect (12000)"

"Damn it!" Xia Wushuang was almost frightened by this simple synthesis formula. She sat on the ground with her butt.

Not to mention the number behind the murder book, the number that symbolizes the lives of a total of 700,000 low-level creatures. The 12,000-2 psionic value behind the super god armed forces - the "Demon Sect", directly blinded Xia Wushuang's alloy dog ​​eyes.

Because according to every thousand spiritual energy values, the spiritual equipment level will jump one level to calculate, this thing is simply a heaven-defying existence.

"Are you sure I can make such a ghost thing?" Xia Wushuang held the synthetic scroll in his hand, looking like "I read less, don't lie to me."

As a result, Rodrisau did not give him hope at all, but his eyes slanted and said nothing at all: "Who knows? There are not many magicians who have successfully made the super gods that require specific materials in the Demon Sect.

As he said that, he suddenly smiled, glanced at the healing heart in Xia Wushuang's hands, and teased lightly: "You have to take this thing firmly. If you leave your hands now, I will not be able to cast a spell later."

"What does it mean?!" This was the second time that the Great Ghost had stared at the relics of the saint in his hand. This made Xia Wushuang's face change, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"It's not interesting. Let's experience it yourself. It will definitely feel very good." The ghost laughed unconventionally, and a silver card appeared at his fingertips, which was directly set in the surrounding space.

"The array of isolation."

The silver magic card flipped in the sound of Rodris's spirit. Countless silver threads were like devil's hair, spreading out of the card frantically, and finally forming a huge cage that enveloped his Xia Wushuang.

"Our contact with the Super God Host has been cut off..." No. 7 opened his eyes wide and said in great surprise in Xia Wushuang's mind.

Rodrisau heard the voice of No. 7, and his soul fire moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just stretched out his bone finger and slowly painted it in the void, allowing a dazzling blue-ray magic array to form in front of Xia Wushuang, emitting an extremely strong soul wave.

"Fortunately, the billions of lords never spend a lot of money in business, so the master-servant contract planted deep in your soul is only an intermediate magic array that is effective for the level below the saint." The big ghost standing in front of Xia Wushuang said, while slowly taking out a black magic card again, flipped it over, and chanting two short magic syllables.

"blockade!"

The black magic card, as the magical bytes chanted, burst out with a strong flash. The moment the body disappeared, it turned into an extremely domineering black light and rushed into Xia Wushuang's soul. In an instant, it pulled out a black contract magic array that was sedimenting deeper into Xia Wushuang's soul.

"Entertainment!"

Rodris O came prepared, and another magic card flashed in his hand. After the emerald green light rushed into Xia Wushuang's soul, a huge cube barrier was established, and the magic circle positioned by black light was isolated from Xia Wushuang's soul.

"Confinement!"

"break down!"

"Substitute guilt!"

"Come out!" When the sixth "Supercrime" card brought an extremely weak soul into Xia Wushuang's soul. Rodris' five fingers suddenly burst into a bright blue light against the backdrop of the blue light array in front of him. Under the blessing of his own powerful magic power, these blue lights immediately burst out with a strong suction force. In an instant, it seemed that the contract magic array imprisoned by the magic card was about to be absorbed from Xia Wushuang's soul.

"Lightning Ghost, what are you going to do?!" The sharp voice of the Super God host suddenly appeared in Xia Wushuang's soul like thunder. "He is the awakened person I chose. What qualifications do you have to deprive me of control over him?!"

"What is the price you give him? How about I give you twice?" Faced with the sharp questioning of the Lord of Billion, Rodrisau smiled sarcastically. A magic card full of fierce murderous aura exploded in his hand, like millions of silver soul swords, all stabbed into the contract magic array in Xia Wushuang's soul.

"This child is the kind of good seedling that will fly into the sky with some guidance. Such a rare thing is so vague, how can I let you ruin him?"
Chapter completed!