Lao Xia is cursed, this is simply a sad story.

There was no movement, no spell casting, those unclean creatures just a simple and rude roar, Xia Wushuang was invaded by a strange unclean power. After that, the soul begins to stagnate and languish; Magic is also imprisoned and shackled.

"Are the gods so terrible?" Xia Wushuang wanted to get rid of the layer of white hair on his hand that grew out of blood, but just like No. 7 said, this thing couldn't be washed off at all......

Well, slapped in the face again. That layer of white hair slowly disappeared in the harvest of the power of death after Xia Wushuang used a lot of magic power to cleanse it and still had no results.

"In other words, the power of life and death will kill those unclean things?" Xia Wushuang silently came to this conclusion, and then silently clothed himself in darkness and continued to move forward, without any idea of verifying it.

No kidding, it's messing around now, but it's really going to die!

Further inside, murals appeared on the stone walls of the mine road.

But these murals are not very old, and they don't have the spirituality of their predecessors, and Shen Yun is even worse than those that have been damaged. The only thing to be thankful for is that Xia Wushuang can finally see some of the stories of the past of the mine from these still clear murals.

These murals should represent the stories of the excavation of the Divine Crystal Obsidian. It seemed that every detail was thrilling, and Xia Wushuang could only patiently look at it carefully.

The gods fell, and the once heavenly kingdom on earth began to drift towards a chaotic extraterritorial battlefield. And there it has become a new ownerless secret realm, for countless magicians from different planes to explore.

But those magicians who came from afar never imagined that in this ruin, which had lost its lord. There are still dense mythical creatures. In the mural in front of Xia Wushuang's eyes, many half-sheep people appeared, wielding the giant axes in their hands, hacking and killing many intruders, and the ground was full of countless corpses.

From the beating edges and corners of the mural, it can be seen that the Satyr ethnic group was still very strong at that time, and this mural was full of pride when it was engraved.

However. The next long mural is not so happy. A halberd placed in a spring of water appeared on the wall, and rushing water poured out of it. It gradually flowed in all directions, and finally formed a complete seal pattern.

"This is the Bacchus of the Great Bacchus?" This corner of the mural revealed a suffocating oppressive force, and Xia Wushuang had to distance himself. Admire the amazing halberd in a wait-and-see attitude.

Xia Wushuang is hard to imagine. The fresco alone has such a terrifying aura, how terrifying it would be if the halberd of the real Dionysian appeared in front of his eyes.

Is the sky falling apart? Or just crush him? None of them seem to end well.

However, as Xia Wushuang continued to go deeper, the energy of the picture made him a little frightened.

The leader of the half-sheep people, after 'confirming' that the mine has been hollowed out, in order to prevent the tribe from surviving on the extraterritorial battlefield, and also to make himself a god. He boldly took out the Bacchus Halberd from the Sealing Hub!

Sure enough, if you don't die, you won't die! Though. Later, the leader of the half-sheep people was not at ease, and replaced it with another 'pseudo-Bacchus halberd' as the hub of the entire seal, but it was too late, those terrible demons had already appeared, and all the half-sheep people had to die!

Later, the half-sheep who were lucky enough to survive were forced to move out of the mine, leaving the leader alone to face these terrible demons. Until one day, this Satyr, who had been with someone Dionysus, finally found the source of the demon, which turned out to be a huge obsidian demon mine that had not yet been developed!

Xia Wushuang carefully looked at the mural, a human figure painting full of resentment. A humanoid creature lay on its back, his chest pierced by a spear, his heart picked out, and thrown far from the corpse......

"......" many doubts have been solved. The root of all demons comes from the heart that was thrown far away by the godslayer......

This can't be blamed at all for the lack of caution on the part of the half-sheep leader, because the randomness of the god killer has already laid a doomed and sad foreshadowing for the subsequent development of the whole story. After all, no one would have thought that the other part of the body of the god and demon was still lying quietly far away from the ore vein.

"But what happened after that?" Xia Wushuang was still unsatisfied, but the mural came to an abrupt end. This made him a little crazy, and he really wanted to know the next plot of Lu Dao.

However, at this very moment, the remaining extremely dark power in Xia Wushuang's soul also began to show signs of exhaustion.

After all, the Ghost Blade is a top-level magic that needs to create dimensional phases, and it has been turned on to use it all the time, even if Xia Wushuang is promoted to the Dusk Rank in the future, the magic power will not be able to withstand such consumption.

"I still can't dodge it, and I need to take a risk." Xia Wushuang cautiously walked out of the dark path and stepped on the gravel of the mine roadbed again.

The mine was silent, as it had been before he had met the demon, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened. But if Xia Wushuang really dared to think like this, then he would definitely be dead.

"Don't go down the river, follow the black line on the parchment."

On the parchment roll, there were many tunnels leading to the obsidian mine, and the paths along the dark river to the Obsidian were marked bright red. Before encountering unclean things, Xia Wushuang and No. 7 both thought that this was a relatively safe road. But judging by the results, red may represent ...... It's a warning.

Walked a distance of two or three hundred meters steadily, standing at the intersection of the mine road, Xia Wushuang thought for a long time, between red and black, he finally gave up the unreliable colors such as blue, yellow, purple, and blue, and chose to listen to the advice of No. 7, taking the black mine road as the main path, and slowly paced towards the location of the obsidian giant mine.

There are no more murals around, and all the stories are confirmed when the leader of the half-sheep people discovers the heart of the gods and demons.

However, the Black Road does not seem to be a good place either. Not long after entering, countless dry bones began to appear on the side of the road, and the white hairs were terrifying.

Walking further in, the dry bones turned into a piece of soft bone chips, and although it was silent when one foot stepped on, it was one step at a time.

The old corpse has only left this trace of this left. Xia Wushuang found a lot of fresh footprints on the bone-paved road. This proves that the path they are taking, while correct, is still fraught with dangers.

Because of the existence of these dry bones, the yin qi in this tunnel is surprisingly heavy. The cold is biting, like the wind and snow rolled up in the middle of winter in the north, and the cold air that kills is like a knife, drilling straight into the heart.

Xia Wushuang subconsciously tightened his sweatshirt, but in fact it was useless at all.

The further you go, the more bones there are. After reaching the most pulp, the ashes had already piled up to the height of a person, so Xia Wushuang had to use wind magic to reduce his weight to prevent the whole person from sinking into the ashes.

"Isn't it just to increase the magic power? These things are dead......" Xia Wushuang finally couldn't help but complain. For the sake of the newly excavated obsidian, it seems that all the satyrs have gone mad and died here one after another.

"You don't understand...... The life, flesh, and essence of obsidian gods and demons are holy and sacred objects, and they are great supplements for any living beings who have not completely died. Perhaps, the successive deaths of these satyrs will have a lot to do with the fallen Dionysian god behind them. ”

This underground world is full of weirdness, as if there are endless conspiracies born and then failed in turn.

Further on, the thick ashes finally thinned. Dense magical carvings appeared on the four stone walls, but due to the loss of energy supply, they were all withered and ineffective.

"I really want to print it." Xia Wushuang looked at the walls on both sides, very greedy.

"It's useless. This is a complex magic array, and it can't work without a single rune element. And now, you don't have that much time to rub it carefully. Seven rejects Lao Xia's greedy bad idea.

Xia Wushuang did not deny or refute, and continued to move forward.

"Does it seem to have arrived?" A black steel gate slowly appeared in front of him, and Xia Wushuang had already reached the end of the black mine.

"Beware of the shadows of danger, I don't think they can be messed with." Number Seven suddenly reminded Xia Wushuang in his soul, because he used his soul to see some unclean things that were invisible to the naked eye.

"Shadows?" Xia Wushuang's expression froze, he concentrated his spiritual power, and then looked at the steel giant gate.

I saw that under the black gate, there was a ...... unconsciously wandering at this moment Pale black shadows of nothingness! (To be continued......)