Is the life energy of the thirty angels enough to reach the level of the Fiery Sun by themselves? Xia Wushuang thinks the answer is yes.

But in fact, Xia Wushuang underestimated his bottleneck from afar. After he crawled and killed more than a dozen black and white angels, he suddenly realized that the rising sun in his soul, which was about to ascend to the middle sky, was still hanging obliquely above the sea of ​​blood, without any intention of furthering it.

"Do you want to use the charging magic wand?" Xia Wushuang was very reluctant. In this artifact, all the life and magic power of a powerful man at the dusk level are stored. If you want to maximize your interests, of course, you have to wait until you reach the Fierce Sun level, or your life is hanging at a thread, and using it is the best choice.

"Don't worry. The charging magic wand is a life-saving thing, and it's too luxurious to use it to impact the realm." No. 7 finally came to the conclusion through long-term observation of the elemental magic ball: "And, even if you use the charging magic wand, your realm may not be able to rise."

"Why?" Xia Wushuang could waste the active life-saving effect of the charging magic wand, but she could not accept the conclusion that No. 7 said that she could no longer make progress.

"Think about it carefully, how many days have you been exposed to magic? If it weren't for the bloodline of the 'Dark Elemental Master' that forced you to support your realm, with your soul strength that is weak to a certain extent, you would not be able to bear the powerful magic power that is approaching the Fierce Sun level now." As No. 7 said, his thoughts became clearer and clearer: "Maybe, the reason why you encountered a bottleneck is because your soul accumulation is too weak, resulting in a large flow of water and a small capacity of the cylinder. The entire soul has gradually become uncontrollable."

"So?!" What Xia Wushuang was most worried about was still happening. If the growth of strength requires time to settle down, then he would have to catch up with some people's oaths and would be indestined.

"This is also an irreversible law. Otherwise, it would be a little easier to create a stunning and stunning strong man." No. 7, who had figured out everything, suddenly frowned and said, "Master Xia, let's retreat. Maybe there is no chance for you to break through the Fierce Sun level here."

"Look at your ambition!" Xia Wushuang sneered contemptuously. Even if he could not ascend to the Lieyang level in a short period of time, he could now be infinitely close to the strength of the Lieyang level, and there was no chance to get a chestnut from the fire.

"Meow!" Xia Wushuang hid on the grassland, among the black flames. The little wild cat Liuli in his soul suddenly floated up from under the sea of ​​blood like a dead cat when he was having fun with No. 7, and then came to him in three or two steps, rubbing Xia Wushuang's calves like a coquettish calves.

"What are you here to do?" Xia Wushuang moved the glass with her feet, and sent Chloe a piece of good news through the blue soul crystal in the blue flame.

"Liuli wants to eat." The little wild cat pounced on Xia Wushuang's feet again, arching his calves to act coquettishly.

"Don't mess around, your master is a pauper and there is nothing." Xia Wushuang had never heard of the soul body having to eat.

"Lie, you obviously have the smell of a fallen angel soul." Seeing that acting cute was useless, the little wild cat hung on Xia Wushuang's legs.

Xia Wushuang threw it for a long time but couldn't throw Liuli down. She suddenly had a black thread and thought to herself how could this little wild cat be so clingy.

"Lao Qi, can souls eat souls?" Seeing that there will be no more angels falling in the sky for the time being, Xia Wushuang simply revealed this topic.

"Most undead creatures can..." Speaking of this, No. 7's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly asked Xia Wushuang in horror, "Master Xia, do you dare to say it again? Are you not the illegitimate son of the goddess of luck?!"

"What's wrong?" Xia Wushuang was frightened by the god-like Yan Yi① of No. 7.

"As long as you dare to say that you are not the illegitimate son of the goddess of luck, we can definitely go and chat aside... Don't worry, I promise not to beat you to death." No. 7 said so.

Xia Wushuang was unhappy this time. After hearing No. 7's words, he scratched his sleeves, approached No. 7, and asked with a stern smile: "You said just now... want to kill me?"

"Oh, don't slap in the face..."

No one said that if he didn't commit suicide, he wouldn't die. No. 7, who was punched in the face, swears that he would never joke with Xia Wushuang again.

"Stop pretending, tell me, do you have any good news?" Xia Wushuang punched her lightly, which was lighter than stroking. However, the thing No. 7 was lying on the ground and wailing, which was simply fake.

"No, I can't say it. My face hurts so much, and my teeth seem to have been knocked off..." No. 7 was still lying on the ground and rolling around, just not getting up.

"Hey, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, although I often help the old lady cross the road, I will never help the old lady who fell!" Xia Wushuang suddenly realized a serious problem, that is, the guy No. 7, after following him, had no moral integrity.

"I don't care. Anyway, my teeth have been knocked off. If you don't compensate me, there will be nothing to say between us!" No. 7 finally revealed his scammering fangs. Anything that falls off is a lie. Taking the opportunity to blackmail Xia Wushuang, who has gradually become rich by hunting black and white angels, is the real purpose.

"Fuck, do you still have moral integrity? You are in the form of your soul now, where do you come from? Don't be funny, get up quickly, talk about serious business!" Xia Wushuang pushed No. 7, who was rolling on the sea of ​​blood, just hoped that he could get up quickly.

"Three golden-level dust crystals!" No. 7, who was pushed, quoted a price code.

"Get out!" Xia Wushuang was furious.

"Ouch! My teeth, look, look, really fell off!"

"..." Seeing No. 7 picking out a "tite" from his mouth like a sensation, Xia Wushuang, who had a little psychological obsession, suddenly had goose bumps.

"You are a kind!" Xia Wushuang said fiercely and obediently took out three blue dust crystals that were the size of goose eggs.

"Chenghui!" No. 7, who received Chen Jing, laughed, stood up from the sea, and then turned to the topic: "Do you remember the scene where the little wild cat entrusted your soul mark?"

No.7 pointed to her forehead and continued, "The third eye appeared here."

"So what?" Xia Wushuang, a three-legged toad, had seen all three-legged cat demons in another world. Is there anything strange about it?

"Hey! He is so ignorant!" No. 7 shook his head and looked at Xia Wushuang with contempt.

Xia Wushuang felt that wronged. He wanted to be as knowledgeable as No. 7, but he was a serious earthling. Before the end of the world, even magic was only seen in a movie called "Harry Potter". Under such a grand premise, it would be too unkind to let him put all the knowledge about the other world into his mind within a few days after the end of the end of the world?

"Forget it, I'll explain it to you." Seeing Xia Wushuang's expression on his face, No. 7 dared not continue to '**' as his irritable host. He opened his mouth and said, "The so-called two-tailed cat is actually a kind of half-soul and half-entimental monster. There is a saying that their predecessor was a soul beast that escaped from the underworld, with a pair of black wings like fallen angels, and was born with special power to hunt souls."

"But later, these vicious soul beasts mistakenly stinged an eye left by Dickenmath, the king of destruction of the underworld, on the ground in a wrong hunt. Therefore, they were cursed, and the entire clan experienced a serious degeneration. They not only lost the pair of terrible black feathers, but also their terrible body shape. Even the third eye used to hunt souls themselves must be hidden in front of people in the end."

"Of course there is another saying that these black cat monsters live in the Black Death Forest, which has huge wings. They were originally pets of the Death God in the Underworld. They later descended to planes with human existence through various means, and enjoyed sucking the souls of the dead. When the souls they absorbed are not enough, they will kill people and then obtain the resentful spirits of the dead to satisfy themselves. Moreover, these black creatures can also summon the souls of the dead at will to fight for themselves, and also have the ability to summon monsters from the Underworld. Especially when the third eye on the forehead is opened, the souls of the living will be swallowed by them."

After saying a long paragraph of No. 7, he concluded: "In general, the first statement is more reliable. After all, the second statement is too fairy tale. It is a fantasy to want to descend to another world alone without plane wars."

"In other words, in my current form, I can use the two-tailed cat and its unique talent to devour the soul of the angel?" Xia Wushuang's eyes lit up. Which myth is more reliable is nothing to do with him; he cares about now whether he can use the two-tailed cat and its soul talent.

"Master Xia, you will not die if you don't commit suicide! The origin of the angel's soul and the source of the demon in the deepest abyss are one of the two most difficult souls to absorb in the world. If you touch these things, you may have the spirit breath of an angel for the rest of your life, and you will definitely be retaliated!" No. 7 trembled when he heard this. It was okay for Xia Wushuang to absorb other souls, but he still thought it would be better not to touch the origin of the angel.

"I'm afraid of you! I've chopped up more than a dozen angels. If I'm found out, I will never die. I still care about getting a little more hatred?" Xia Wushuang has never been the one who fears death, and he also discovered in the process of collecting the origin of angels. Each of these extremely pure souls contains exaggerated immortal attributes.

This immortality does not mean that this soul will not be destroyed. Instead, this soul is like a perpetual motion machine and will never be tired. Just like the dead soul in the undead world, as long as it is not destroyed, it can live forever, and the original soul will become stronger and stronger as time accumulates.

If Xia Wushuang could obtain such immortal attributes by devouring the origin of the angel's soul, he felt that even if he was chased by the two angels in the way of the ends of the earth, it would be worth it.

"Come on, Liuli, first taste the origin of the Holy Angel's soul." Xia Wushuang kneaded the soul of a Holy Angel into a fish-shaped body and threw it to the side of the two-tailed cat You Liuli.

For the sake of safety, there must be an experimental product, right?

"Bang!" Unexpectedly, Liuli suddenly slapped the white fish that fell beside her with dissatisfaction, and said with dissatisfaction: "Master, I want the black fish!"

(BC: ① Yan Yi: refers to the extremely distorted expression of the character under the lower part in some cases.)
Chapter completed!