Get rid of the nasty teases who like to play treasures. Xia Wushuang turned his gaze to the Storm Spirit and the Clockwork Demon Lord.

"In today's world, the superior demon has died, can you not kill it?" It's not his Virgin, it's the closeness in the blood, which is constantly haunting.

in the whole world. Only the weaker demons who are scurrying around and causing trouble everywhere will fear him. And all the god-level demons who have escaped from the madness will feel closer than their relatives as if they are connected by blood.

"......" Storm Force was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his face changed, and he looked at the Clockwork Demon Lord beside him uneasily.

This is actually very bad news.

Xia Wushuang is the emperor and the identity of the demon young master, so he is too sensitive. As Avia's most orthodox successor, if he were to give up his existence as a human being, he could easily become the co-leader of the demons and quickly build up a very unstable force.

This is by no means a good preset for the current situation of erosive extraterritorial expeditions.

"You should believe Xia Wushuang." The Clockwork Lord echoes Storm Spirit's concerns, but doesn't give a reason.

And Hong San also walked to Xia Wushuang's side and supported all his decisions.

"She's in the weakest period now, and the sealing enchantment is only in the middle of the Sanctuary 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 in the infinite pressure of the steps, there was the sound of spiders crawling over the wall of the Yongdao.

The atmosphere was too oppressive, as if the demon had woken up after the seal. Looking at everyone coldly.

Xia Wushuang was in a complicated mood and cleared his throat, in order to relieve the other party's coldness. Slowly sang an ancient Western European requiem.

"Smelling the scent of blood, I found the temple of requiem, a dilapidated scene. Ghost debauchery sings black rosemary blooming, vines meandering, souls looking, faith in the blood-colored moonlight. Smelling the scent of blood, I found the temple of requiem. The black-haired queen, who held the hosta, pushed open the dusty window, and the dead branches shone on her face...... Pure as a girl. Her wistful voice, singing with the undead......"

His voice, which flowed like night, pierced through the sealing barrier with the special magic of the power of death. After trying to soothe the enchantment. That incomparably weak soul.

As a result, he actually succeeded. The cold breath was silenced with a long requiem.

Taking advantage of this short period of calm, the Charged Seal was vertically slashed by the Shattered Night Sword, destroying the core of the Demon Array, distorting all the magic lines, and instantly reaching a state of imminent collapse.

Black swirls. It is opened like a curtain. The chilling demonic aura that attacks people is like a sword hidden in advance. All of a sudden, they all rushed out.

Xia Wushuang's heart felt something, the seven-colored divine light instantly rushed out of the body, and the whole person was like an immortal descending into the world, the god emperor was in the dust, the brilliance was shining, and the blue ice fist printed a magic seal, turning into a flat and cold heavenly monument, and suddenly suppressed the already broken seal.

And after the twisted seal. Those swirling demonic qi turned into countless black silk threads, like thousands of sharp slashes, cutting through the space, and rushing out towards the outside of the seal before the formation of the flat and cold heavenly monument.

At the same time, the void was also disintegrated by the strange demonic aura after the seal, and the entire cave fell into a ghostly forest, and the cold air was biting for a while, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts tightened, and endless worries were born.

Orakne, who was forcibly sealed by Athena because she couldn't be killed, was really a little too powerful. After tens of thousands of years of sealing, the aura of the gods did not seem to be weakened, and it was still as powerful as this.

But Xia Wushuang didn't believe it. It's all an illusion. If Oraknee really still possessed god-level power, then the Sanctuary-level seal in front of her would not be able to seal her at all, and she would not have to be trapped in this dark and damp corridor all year round.

He took a step forward, like the magic of the abyss, surging forward with his steps. The blue celestial monument ping-punched, shattered again and again by the black slash, and then reborn again.

Burst!

Suddenly there was a sound of vomiting blood after the seal.

Xia Wushuang was like a son of the gods walking in the human world, dispelling all the darkness with divine brilliance, nothing could stop him, and he stepped directly into the twisted seal.

The demonic energy in the air contracted suddenly, and the sickly weakness was exposed in the absence of subsequent magic output.

The dark whirlpool, because of Xia Wushuang's forcible cut, was completely torn apart. After the seal was finished, he walked to the bottom of the corridor.

At this time, countless black spiders gathered from the corridor. They all converged on the black shadow of the skeleton next to a stone wall, and it was not until tens of seconds later that they struggled to form the form of a woman.

Orakne. A goddess who was once comparable to Athena in beauty and skill. A great refining master who has woven a supreme artifact with his own hands.

She had a plain face, as beautiful as she had been 10,000 years ago. The vicissitudes of white hair, like white waterfall snow, pulled out a noble and elegant bun at the back of the head, exposing his white and radiant, like a masterpiece to the air.

Clean. It comes from the soul and the spirit, something very thorough. Just like the first meeting with Red San, Yakumo Purple, Yuyuko, and Mianyue Yihime, Orakni's pure soul also gave Xia Wushuang a very amazing feeling.

"My master, are you finally willing to come and take everything I have?"

Oclany lay beside the stone wall, staring at Xia Wushuang with squinted eyes, on his cold face, there was no surprise or panic, only a heavy twilight in his words, as if he was completely tired of this world.

At the end of the corridor, there is a gorgeous and soft divine light. Storm Spirit and the others all sensed that something was wrong, and they all stopped.

"If I could, I wouldn't want you to die so worthless. Do you know what I want? Xia Wushuang and Oklaney looked at each other, and the undisguised aggression in their eyes made the onlookers panic.

Oraknee was stunned when she heard this, and suddenly she looked like a white rose in full bloom. A pale but bright smile.

She also has her own regrets: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Because, the concubine is about to die. A creature like a concubine built on faith. If you lose your faith for a long time, you will die completely. It's a pity that I can't repay your kindness and borrow so much of your strength. ”

Okrani was a little disappointed and relieved. She quietly leaned against the black stone wall, and her mature temperament added a lot to her stunningness. In the purple pupils, there are many thin white lines forming spider web-like lines, which also looks very beautiful with the special beauty of the grandmother.

"You've mistaken someone. I'm not Avia, I'm just inherited from her. Xia Wushuang didn't have the intention of taking advantage of others, and sought truth from facts. He replied lightly.

“…… It turns out that you are the young master. Orakne's pupils dilated, and her soul was dying. No wonder ......"

She didn't look pitiful at all. Calmly facing death is like the death of a centenarian. Mature and serene appearance. It's hard to forget all her stories.

"She ......" Everyone suddenly felt a pang of distress, unable to evaluate this enigmatic goddess in words.

Xia Wushuang's soft movements at the moment were like the lover of the goddess Orakne, gently caressing her soft and smooth face, and her eyes were full of the compassion of "master to maid".

"I can give you another chance to get revenge." Xia Wushuang squatted down, and Orakni's body was only the dry bones of the gods, and only her peerless face was reluctant to die. I don't want people to see her aging and dying.

Even if there is a ruthlessness that has endured for thousands of years, just for revenge. I still care about my appearance. Oraknee is a contradictory conglomerate, she has a femme fatale at heart, but she is a lamb herself.

"It's so warm...... Orakni between the deaths, like a docile black cat, rubbed Xia Wushuang's extremely warm palms with her soft and smooth cheeks.

She is so mature and dignified, even if she makes the movements of a weak woman, it is like a love before parting. There is no weakness, just a feeling of saying 'thank you' to someone. It's sad.

"You, like the Witch Mother, are so gentle." The goddess's whole body was cold, and the clothes transformed by magic power were dissipating inch by inch, and then revealing the fleshless and fleshless crystal divine bones.

She closed her eyes slightly, rubbing Xia Wushuang's palm with her delicate little face. Like a greedy child who wants to ask for more tenderness.

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

But Xia Wushuang is a person who is not very reasonable. For those who will certainly help him, he will do everything in his power to keep them, even if the means are close to 'despicable'.

"Maiden, since the Witch Mother has heard your prayers, you must not give up on yourself like this......"

Xia Wushuang lowered his head, and at the moment when the dying goddess was defenseless, he leaned down and forcibly kissed her lips.

"Hmm!" Orakne's eyes widened in shock, not understanding why.

"Girl...... Do you know how many people your young master needs help? The extraterritorial, chaotic world, the whole world is the enemy...... If you can, please live for me, help me, and protect me! ”

Xia Wushuang's kiss is like a dragonfly touching water, and it stops when it is pointed. He slowly interrogated with the magic power that disturbed people's hearts, his eyes were pleading, and the divine light of his whole body was picturesque, like the son of a god king descending into the world, and the noble qualities that originated from the soul and blood level couldn't help but be convinced.

Orakni was already weak, and she was bent on seeking liberation, and she was defenseless against Xia Wushuang, who had Avia's bloodline. That heart, which was as frozen as ice, was instantly melted by the 'volcano' that suddenly erupted by the young man, and fell into it step by step.

“……” Speechless.

Xia Wushuang's handsome and handsome spirits, Shenhua's external propaganda, and the gentle temperament in his domineering made Orakni stunned. She has lived in hatred all her life, and she has never seen such a glorious person.

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

He has always been the most worshipped god son of the Dongdalu Nature God Cult, and he is also the founder of the Nature God City. When he first established the Divine Religion, he did something about the issue of returning to faith with the tacit consent of many parties. After the thousands of faith forces converge in the Divine City, they must pass through him before they can be transferred to the body of the "snake and frog". Therefore, he is fully capable of intercepting the power of faith in it at any time to help some gods who have lost the pillar of faith.

"If you feel that there is no nostalgia in life, then fall in love with me and treat me as nostalgia...... Since you call me young master, I can't watch you die so meaninglessly. ”

Xia Wushuang made a rare 'middle two' time, and generously intercepted one of the nine faith streams and injected them into Orakni's body, and the intercepted faith power became even brighter, indicating that like the other two holy lights, it had become a master.

Oklaney slowly closed her eyes, and the black robe began to grow, quickly obscuring her delicate and upright figure.

"Young Master...... Who are our enemies? ”

Pull up your gray hair and turn black in an instant. The goddess was lying on the stone wall, the small black fan in her hand covering half of her face, and her mature, mysterious and indifferent temperament enveloped the audience, revealing only a pair of purple spider eyes full of murderous aura.

The soul that wanders back between life and death, if it determines something, it will inevitably not change again. (To be continued.) )

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