Two thousand five can help him raise all the high-level dust crystals that can create the evil holy grail. Xia Wushuang has a reason to be so excited that he can't help himself.

However, what Xia Wushuang saw was a scene that made him dream for the whole life.

An elderly gargoyle, who was hunched over, was holding a long-handled double-edged sickle axe in his hand, held a tender heart with his other slender hand, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

It is probably a little older, and this can be seen intuitively from its sharp claws about half a foot long. However, it is more like a human than other gargoyles. Not only does it have the appearance and appearance of a human, but even the scorpion tail behind it has degenerated and turned into a tail similar to a monkey.

A group of awakened people, red, were kneeling in front of the gargoyle with fear, with skeleton figures on their chests, and the leader's hands were holding a little girl still crying.

Xia Wushuang looked at the scene in shock, looked down, but found that the ground was full of children's corpses.

These young bodies were bitten to pieces, and their internal organs had been hollowed out. There was no trace of hope on those little gray faces that looked like blue bricks.

They left the world with endless pain and fear. They were those awakened people who should have protected them and dedicated them. The reason may be that the gargoyles leaders prefer these delicate bodies. If they were allowed to eat, they might escape the disaster!

Xia Wushuang also saw with his own eyes that the little girl raised up, whose young body was swept by the old gargoyle's thorny tail, and a darkness on her face that was on the verge of death appeared.

"Mom, it hurts! Mom..."

Hearing this young cry, Xia Wushuang felt an uncontrollable stream of blood rushing towards his forehead. He was rational and calm, and there was nothing left. He opened his blood-red eyes, and even the corners of his eyes burst.

He just wants to kill, he just wants to kill now!

"Old Xia is calm! You can't do this, you are overdrawing your life!"

Xia Wushuang's whole body ignited a blazing blue ice flame. No. 7 had never seen Lao Xia in such a state of rampage. Even though he was strangled by the magic vine and existed in the gap between life and death, the madman did not have such a vibrating emotion and burst out with such amazing power.

"help me!"

Xia Wushuang hunched over and asked No. 7 with a hoarse voice change. He is now in a state of constantly overdrawing his life, but he himself cannot control the sudden power, so he can only ask No. 7 for help, either give him a way to control his power, or... let No. 7 control his body!

"It's going to die! If this is discovered by the host, both of us will die!!"

"Then let me die, go find your new master!"

"I CNM, you are forcing me!"

Boom! In an instant, a large ball of ice-like power burst out under Xia Wushuang's feet. His whole body was like a terrifying rocket, dragging the terrifying ice-blue tail flame, and instantly rushed towards the silver gargoyle that was stretching out his claws to cut open the little girl's body.

"It's only half a minute!" Xia Wushuang didn't know who she was talking to.

Looking up, the old gargoyle discovered Xia Wushuang's traces and noticed a deadly aura from it. But the hundreds of years of life made it fearless, because there were too many such creatures that seemed powerful but extremely delicate inside.

"Roar!" Shin-handedly threw away half of his little heart, Rival roared at the direction Xia Wushuang flew, raised the double-edged axe in the shape of a hook and sickle, and rushed forward.

Bang! The sharpness of the Blade of Scattering Flower collided with the double-edged axe and created a dazzling spark. Rival found a gap on his axe blade, but there was no trace on the blade of the human sword opposite.

Legendary weapon! The old Rival's eyes shot out greedy eyes, and the gargoyles around him turned into statues came to life, like jackals smelling blood, flying half-circlingly.

"Go to die!" Under the control of No. 7, the magic bullet's CD was spinning rapidly, and a series of light balls rotated on Xia Wushuang's shoulders, and almost instantly, it shot more than a dozen magic balls of different quality.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions from all sides are endless. The three energies of wind, fire, and death are constantly being released. Xia Wushuang, who overdraws his life, is like a human-shaped magic turret with a jammed car. In an instant, dozens of hideous gargoyles swarming towards him were destroyed.

"And you!" Xia Wushuang bombarded Rival's blade with another sword. The extremely powerful impact force directly shocked the thin body of the silver stone like the ghost.

"Sky Fire!" With a wave of his hand, a raging fire fell from the sky, the old gargoyle fell in the air, and stuck to its body, igniting an inextinguishable flame.

"Breaking wind!"

The connection between No. 7's skills was so exquisite that it was so meticulous that it was so meticulous that he had cut to the gargoyle at the moment when the sky fire fell; then, the Blade of Sanhua showed a sharp steel vertical slash, smashing the old gargoyle's entire hunched body into the hard high-speed road.

Gargoyles are very magical creatures. Their ancestors hated the long time they had experienced on Earth, but in the world of the dead, they still maintained the posture of statues for a long time and stayed around various churches of gods or monuments.

Because of this habit, this creature has a very strong resistance to various mysterious magics, and is even almost completely unaffected by sacred magic.

Xia Wushuang's heavenly fire has a strong damage bonus to undead creatures, but has a serious damage reduction effect on sacred creatures. Therefore, this skill may also have sacred attributes, so the seemingly powerful heavenly fire did not cause fatal damage to the old gargoyle.

Since the damage is insufficient, it is necessary to finish the attack. The gray power of the god of death is swung by the blade of Sanhua to form a cross-shaped sword mark; the old gargoyle's seemingly hard and iron-like body opened its incredible demonic eyes under the strike of this sword aimed at harvesting souls, and with a "splash", it shattered into gray stones all over the ground.

"A Thousand Dust Crystals, and there is no next time!" No. 7 sighed tiredly, and his whole body was like a drowning creature, sinking into Xia Wushuang's soul ocean unstoppable.

"Oh my God! He killed their leaders!" The awakened people kneeling on the ground came to their senses. They were shocked at first, but then they were filled with ecstasy of escaping from death!

"Brother, doomsday..."

The middle-aged man holding the little girl in his hand threw away the child in his hand and ran towards Xia Wushuang with excitement. However, what greeted him was not the smile of the strong man, but a purple sharp sword that was five feet long.

The long sword pierced into the heart, and the man with his hands covered in blood from a child raised his head incredibly. However, what he looked at him was a pair of blood-colored eyes, filled with endless hatred and madness.

"Go to die!" Xia Wushuang used force and pierced the entire body of the person in front of him. Then, in a crazy dance that seemed to be venting, the man who had died in front of him was cut into several pieces by the sharp sword blade, leaving only two feet standing inexplicably.

The other awakened people were also scared. They wanted to escape, but how could Xia Wushuang, who had already gone crazy, let them escape?

One by one, one by one, one by one, no one who begged to the ground to beg for mercy from the monsters could escape the punishment of the Sword of Death. They had to pay the price for their sins, and Xia Wushuang was the one who condemned them to death.

"Brother, it hurts!"

Xia Wushuang hugged the little girl with a black face in her arms and silently listened to her moaning in pain. He recognized that this little guy was one of the little loli he deliberately treated last night.

She is really well-behaved. Even if she is afraid, she will not cry; even if she takes medicine, she will not be coaxed.

But why, this innocent little life is the one who dies.

"It's no help. She is not an awakened person. The gargoyle's life-threatening toxin has wiped out her vitality. What remains is just painful death."

No. 7 was really tired, but he was still worried about his sudden crazy host as he sank into the deep sea.

But he didn't know that the reason why Xia Wushuang was so crazy was because he grew up in an orphanage, so he had a kind of inexhaustible love for children, especially little girls.

In Ye Xiaoya's words, it was an extreme pediatric love, and it was a girl's love, and of course it was not a perverted love. So when he heard the little girl crying, he would blow up all over.

The broken wind power slowly penetrated into the little girl's body, without any pain or discomfort. Xia Wushuang took away this young life with her own hands.

He lowered his head, inserted the Blade of Sanhua next to him, and hugged his small body that was gradually petrified in his arms. The first time No. 7 saw it and the last time he saw it, the tears of this man standing tall.

"Murder Book!"

A voice that made him tremble came from No. 7's ear.
Chapter completed!