Drive away the annoying funny guys who like to play tricks. Xia Wushuang turned his eyes to the Storm Spirit and the Clockwork Demon Lord.

"In today's world, the upper evil demons have died. Can you not kill them?" It's not his Holy Mother, but the feeling of closeness in his bloodline, which is constantly causing trouble.

In the whole world, only the weak demons who run around and cause trouble everywhere will fear him. All the great demons of god-level demons who have escaped from the madness will feel like they have bloodlines connected to each other, and feel closer than their relatives.

"..." The power of the storm was stunned when he heard this, and then his face changed, and he looked at the Clockwork Demon Lord beside him with restlessness.

This is actually a very bad message.

Xia Wushuang is the identity of the emperor's son and the young master of the demon, which is too sensitive. As the most orthodox heir of Aviya, if he assumes that he gives up as a human being, he can easily become the co-lord of the demon and quickly form an extremely unstable force.

This will never be a good preset for the current decaying extraterritorial expedition.

"You should believe in Xia Wushuang." The Clockwork Demon Lord gave back the concerns of the Storm Spirit, but did not give any reason.

Hong San also walked to Xia Wushuang and supported all his decisions.

"She is in the weakest period now, and the seal barrier is only in the middle of the Holy Realm at most, but she still can't open it. This is an opportunity to talk to her."

The darkness on all sides suddenly surged, and the infinite steps were pressing, and the rustling sound of spiders crawling through the corridor wall.

The atmosphere was too depressing, as if the evil demon behind the seal had woken up and looked at everyone coldly.

Xia Wushuang was in a complicated mood and cleared her throat. In order to relieve her coldness, she slowly sang an ancient Western European soul repentance song.

"Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of requiem, a dilapidated scene. The ghost sang a scattered singing of black rosemary blooming, the vines winding, the soul looked around, and believed in the bloody moonlight. Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of requiem. The black-haired queen holding the jade hairpin opened the dusty window, and the shadows of the dead branches shone on her face... Pure as a girl. Her resentful voice sang with the dead..."

His voice, which flowed like the night, penetrated the seal barrier with the special magic power of the God of Death. He tried to soothe the extremely weak soul after the barrier.

As a result, he actually succeeded. He silently calmed down the cold breath with a distant soul song.

Taking advantage of this short period of calm, the Charge Seal was vertically cut by the Sword of the Sword of the Night, destroying the core of the magic array, twisting all magic lines, and instantly reaching a state of about to collapse.

The black vortex was opened like a curtain. The fierce demonic energy rushed out like a sword hidden in advance. It rushed out in an instant.

Xia Wushuang felt something, and the seven-colored divine light rushed out of her body instantly, and she felt like a banished immortal coming to the world. The divine emperor was in the dust, and the bright light was shining. The blue ice fist printed out a magic seal, turning into a cold sky monument, and suddenly suppressed the broken seal.

After the twisted seal, the bitter demonic energy turned into countless black silk threads, like thousands of sharp slashes, cutting through the space, and rushing out of the seal before the formation of the flat and cold sky monument.

At the same time, the void was also disintegrated by the strange demonic energy after being sealed, and the entire cave fell into a dark forest. The cold air was biting and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Seeing this, everyone felt nervous and felt endless worries.

Orakni, who was forcibly sealed by Athena because she could not be killed, was indeed a bit too powerful. After tens of thousands of years of sealing, the aura of the god seemed not weakened, and was still as powerful as this.

But Xia Wushuang didn't believe it. All this is an illusion. If Orakni really had the power of the god level, the seal of the holy domain level in front of her could not be blocked at all, and she would not have to be trapped in this dark and humid corridor for many years.

He took a step forward, the magic power of the abyss and seas surged forward as he advanced. The azure sky monument made a sound, shattered by the black killing again and again, and then reborn again.

puff!

After the seal, the sound of vomiting blood suddenly came.

Xia Wushuang is like a son of the gods walking in the world, dispelling all darkness with the sacred light, and nothing can stop it. She stepped directly into the twisted seal.

The demonic energy in the air suddenly contracted, and the pathological weakness was exposed without subsequent magic output.

The dark vortex was completely torn apart because of Xia Wushuang's forced entry. After the seal was finished, he walked to the bottom of the corridor.

At this time, countless black spiders gathered in from outside the corridor. They all gathered towards the skeleton shadow next to a stone wall. It was not until dozens of seconds later that they had difficulty forming a woman.

Orakni, a goddess who once could compete with Athena in terms of beauty and skills. A master of refining tools who personally weaves supreme artifacts.

Her face was simple and clean, as beautiful as ten thousand years ago. Her vicissitudes of white hair, like white waterfalls, pulled out a noble and elegant bun behind her head, exposing her fair and glorious forehead and neck, like a masterpiece of her pastoral work, to the air.

Clean. It is a very thorough thing from the soul and spirit. Just like the first meeting with Hong San, Yakumo Zi, Youyouzi, Mianyue Yiji, and Orakni's pure soul also gave Xia Wushuang a very amazing feeling.

"My master, are you willing to take everything from me?"

Okrani lay beside the stone wall, staring at Xia Wushuang with his eyes squintedly on his cold face, without surprise or panic, only the heavy dusk aura in his words, as if he was completely tired of this world.

At the end of the corridor, a gorgeous and soft divine light shone. The Storm Spirit and others all felt something was wrong and stopped one after another.

"If possible, I don't want you to die so worthless. Do you know what I want?" Xia Wushuang looked at Okrani, and the uncovered aggressiveness in his eyes made the onlookers panic.

Orakni was stunned when she heard the sound, and suddenly she looked like a blooming white rose, showing a pale but brilliant smile.

She also has her own regret: "I'm sorry, I've disappointed you. Because I'm about to die. A creature like a concubine who is built on faith. If you lose the power of faith for a long time, you will die completely. Unfortunately, you can't repay your kindness and borrow so much power."

Okrani was a little disappointed and relieved. She quietly leaned against the black stone wall, and her mature temperament added a lot to her stunning beauty. In her purple pupils, there were many white thin lines forming spider-web-like patterns, which looked very beautiful.

"You recognized the wrong person. I am not Aviya, I just inherited her bloodline." Xia Wushuang did not have the intention to take advantage of others, and was realistic and responded indifferently.

"...So you are the young master." Orakni's pupils slowly dissipated, and his soul gradually became dying. "No wonder..."

She looked so pitiful at all. Her calm faced death was like a hundred-year-old birthday star. Her mature and peaceful appearance made people forget all her stories.

"She..." Everyone suddenly felt a sense of distress and could not use words to evaluate this mysterious goddess.

Xia Wushuang's gentle behavior at this moment was like the lover of the goddess Orakni, gently stroked her tender and smooth face, and her eyes were filled with the kind of compassion of "the master to the maid".

"I can give you another chance to rebirth and let you take revenge." Xia Wushuang squatted. Orakni's body was left with the dead bones of the gods, and her peerless face was reluctant to die. She didn't want people to see her aging and death-death look.

Even though she has endured for thousands of years, she still cares about her appearance just for revenge. Orakni is a contradictory group. She has a snake and a scorpion in her heart, but she is a lamb.

"So warm..." Oraknie, who was dying, was like a gentle black cat, rubbing against Xia Wushuang's extremely warm palms with her tender and smooth cheeks.

She is so mature and dignified that even if she acts like a weak woman, she is like being attached before parting. She has no weakness, only a feeling of saying "thank you" to others, which makes people sad.

"You are as gentle as the Demon Mother." The goddess's whole body was chilling, and the clothes transformed by magic were dissipating inch by inch, and then exposed one by one, which was without flesh and blood.

She closed her eyes slightly and rubbed Xia Wushuang's palm with her delicate little face. She looked like a greedy child, wanting to ask for more tenderness.

"But tens of thousands of years are too long, and I am tired... Let me leave like this." But she still chose to go away because, in this life, except for some regrets, she only had this little attachment in front of her.

But Xia Wushuang is an unreasonable person. He will do his best to protect those people or things that will definitely help him, even if the means are almost "despicable".

"Girl, since the Demon Mother has heard your prayers, you cannot give up on yourself like this..."

Xia Wushuang lowered her head, and at the moment when the dying goddess was unprepared, she bent down and forced a kiss on her lips.

"Well!" Oraknie opened her eyes wide in shock, not understanding why.

"Girl... Do you know how many people your young master needs? The world outside the territory is full of chaos and enemies all over the world... If possible, please live for me, help me, and protect my way!"

Xia Wushuang kissed like a dragonfly, and it stopped when he clicked. He slowly asked with magical power that disturbed the soul, with his eyes begging, and the divine light in his body was rendered like a picture, like the son of the God King descending to the world, and his noble qualities originating from the soul and blood levels, which made people unable to help but convince.

Orakni was already weak, and she was determined to seek relief, and was not prepared for Xia Wushuang, who had Avia's bloodline. The frozen heart was instantly melted by the "volcano" that suddenly erupted by the boy, and it was sinking step by step.

"..." Silent.

Xia Wushuang was handsome and handsome, and the gentle temperament brought by the domineering. She was stunned by the fact that she lived in hatred and had never seen such a glorious person.

"How can a wise creature lose hope?" Behind Xia Wushuang, nine different colors of holy lights appeared, each as thick as an arm, and each one was filled with the pious faith of millions of sentient beings.

He has always been the most worshipped son of the God of the Dongdalu Natural God Cult and was also the forged person of the Natural God City. When he established the God Cult, he had some troubles on the issue of faith return with many consents. After the power of faith gathered in the God City, he had to pass through him to transfer to the body of the "snake and frog". Therefore, he was fully capable of intercepting the power of faith at any time to help some gods who had lost the pillar of faith.

"If you feel that you have no nostalgia when you are alive, then fall in love with me and treat me as nostalgia... Since you call me the young master, I will never be able to see you die meaninglessly."

Xia Wushuang was a rare "second-second" one time, generously intercepting one of the nine faith divergences and injecting into Orakni's body. The intercepted faith power became even brighter, indicating that like the other two holy lights, it became a master.

Okrani slowly closed her eyes, and the black skirt all over her body began to grow, quickly covering her delicate and perky figure.

"Young Master...who is our enemy?"

He tied up his white hair and turned black in an instant. The goddess lay on the stone wall, covering half of her face with a small black fan in her hand, mature and indifferent temperament enveloped the audience, revealing only a pair of murderous purple spider eyes.
Chapter completed!