"Oh?!" The holy sword swinged from Xia Wushuang's hand suddenly stopped in the air, and hesitated.

Now, Xia Wushuang has made up his mind to escape from the control of the Super God host. The Earth's home planet is everywhere. This decision will surely make his future roads densely covered with thorns and winding and rugged, so that he can look at the world and be enemies in the world.

And then, if a false saint is helping, his future struggle for heroic and chasing will undoubtedly be much smoother.

He thought for the last time, then sighed, took back the holy sword in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Let that guy come out first, let's talk about the detailed conditions."

"Huh!" The undead crow seemed to have a sigh of relief. The dark magic suddenly jumped, and opened a space gate leading to its own secret realm in the tomb.

However, given Xia Wushuang's ferocity, he did not dare to take back the black blood.

Xia Wushuang was not concerned and glanced at the world inside the space gate. It was mottled, desolate, narrow and crowded. It seemed that even as a saint, the Necromancer did not make much progress. Such a small secret realm could not provide him with too many magic resources.

In the secret realm, a dark aura gushed out. A handsome man tied to the pillar of Nether Fire and burned with dark fire was carried out by the undead crow.

The man was surrounded by a transparent egg-shaped blue barrier. The powerful soul aura in the barrier was somewhat similar to the original body of No. 7, and it was obviously a magical thing created by the super god host.

The Nether Fire is slowly consuming the energy of this blue barrier, but it cannot completely break through it in a short period of time. It is probably because of this that the Necromancer Crow thought of coming out of the cemetery to seize another divine body.

Unfortunately, after this guy died once, his teeth were a little bad. He bit his mouth on the iron plate as soon as he left the cemetery. Not only was he broken off his old teeth, but he also had to put himself in immediately.

The man was teleported out of the secret realm in great horror by the necromancer. At first, he looked at the halo of Xia Wushuang with light wings on his back, looking down at the terrifying life box surrounded by black air. The courage rose from nowhere and laughed wildly.

"Cummy thing! Aren't you going to take my body? Now my assistant is here. Are you still crazy! Why are you huddling in the box and not daring to come out?!"

The man carried a long sword that was wide across his palm. When he smiled, it seemed as if a golden light was scattered, which would make people unable to help but feel respectful.

"The eye of charm, the sacred light, the light of healing. That woman has never changed for thousands of years, and she has put together all the vulgar three-piece sets of deceiving faith." No. 7 smiled coldly. A pervert as tough as Xia Wushuang could not be affected by the man's "sacred light".

"Pan!" The slap sounded, causing the man to shut up instantly.

The Necromancer Crow was full of anger. He could not fight against Xia Wushuang, but could not cure this guy? Especially when the blue barrier could only protect the other party's soul, it was not too freehand to slap him a few mouths as a punishment.

"You dare to hit me! Xiaoqi, help me kill..."

As soon as the man roared, Xia Wushuang's face suddenly turned dark. He didn't say a word, raised his right hand and threw out a blue card and flew straight towards the man.

This card was filled with the aura of magic power of space. After flying out of the air, it changed several forms and finally formed a huge magic array in the void, which suddenly covered the young man who was full of words in his sports car and absorbed it directly.

"Puff!~~~~ The rescue mission was completed." No. 7 laughed as soon as he spoke. Xiaoqi? The name of this son to Lao Xia is so funny.

The big fool hat teleported out, and the space magic array condensed in the void disappeared immediately.

Xia Wushuang slapped the heartless No. 7 in his soul, and his expression remained unchanged. Then he opened his mouth and said to the dead box floating in the air: "Make a contract. I want to make a twenty years!"

This sentence is indifferent, but full of threat, giving the Necromancer no room for rejection.

"You!" Faced with Xia Wushuang's greed, the undead crow choked and he had a bad temper almost ran away.

Fortunately, Xia Wushuang's greed was completely within his expectations, and the requests made did not touch his bottom line at all.

Compared with the endless years of the saints, ten years and twenty years are just a flash of time. When the contract is terminated, everyone will still have revenge and revenge!

"You, if you don't want to, I can continue to slap you in the face." Xia Wushuang took out the holy sword and continued to threaten like a rascal rogue.

"Okay! OK! OK! I've fallen into you. Twenty years are only twenty years. I'll write a contract now!" The tone of the Necromancer pretended to be furious. However, he took out the animal skin scroll and started faster than anything else. With the black air, he was afraid that Xia Wushuang would regret it. In the blink of an eye, he completed the writing of the contract and signed his real name on the contract.

"Bring it!"

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Xia Wushuang suddenly smiled coldly, grabbed the scroll wrapped in black air, and waved his hand and threw a small gray bottle at the drop of black blood that the undead crow was floating in the air.

"What are you going to do?!"

Faced with such an unexpected situation, the undead crow who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly tightened his mind. No matter what the small bottle was, the black mist formed a huge slap and suddenly slapped the small bottle, preventing the small bottle from getting close to its original blood.

But will Xia Wushuang give him this opportunity?

The sacred power remaining on the small bottle suddenly exploded before the black palm came. A ball of gray dust, with the non-violent explosion, instantly sprinkled on the soul black gas protected from the blood of the necro crow, and there was no time left for the necro crow to react.

The dust was made of unknown what it was. The heavy pressure from the inside almost shattered the space and made a creepy roar of "Ah! Ah! Ah!", and the situation was so strange that it was simply sensational.

The gray powder finally sprinkled on the soul shell of the Necromancer. The terrifying white hair slowly grew out of his powerful soul. The soul that has always protected the blood of the origin, and as the growth of these white hairs is constantly deforming and distorting, as if it is already unbearable to support it, and is on the verge of collapse.

"You!! Why?!!" The undead crow who felt the threat of death suddenly roared at the treacherous Xia Wushuang. He really didn't understand. The two had already agreed on all the conditions, so why did this guy still kill him! And, it was successful!

He was unwilling to give up. He was a saint! How could he die so simply!

The contract scroll in Xia Wushuang's hand, the real name filled in by the undead crow was burning, symbolizing that the other party's life had completely come to an end and even the soul would be destroyed.

"Do you think I'm a fool? If you said at the beginning one hundred years or two hundred years, I might have let you go...but ten years? Are you despising my IQ?! Your resentment is so strong, and the idea of ​​revenge is so strong. If I feel at ease, it would be really ridiculous!"

Lao Xia looked cold and waved his hand, and a blazing magic bullet was fired, bringing the last straw for the necromancer crow and crushing the camel's back.

"I'm not willing to give up! I'm a saint, and I've experienced such a tragic battle with other lichs, but I didn't die. In the end, I died at the hands of a Fiery Sun Mage! I'm not willing to give up! I'm not willing to give up! I want to curse you!"

Oh! The flash of the magic bullet exploded instantly dispersed the soul of the undead crow that had been completely polluted by the demon dust.

As for curses? What a joke? If the soul is polluted by the demon dust, what terrible curse can be released? How can those ancient gods and demons who have died for endless years?

Xia Wushuang reached out to collect the black blood suspended in the air. Fortunately, he was considering it when he threw out the demon dust, so the number of it was not too much, so it did not directly pollute the precious saint blood through the soul of the undead crow.

However, hidden deep in the soul of the Necrocodile Crow, those magical spiritual equipment that were in a cool state (the Necrocodile Crow fought a tough battle when it fell). The long white hair was densely covered with the surface of these soul armed forces. Just a glance gave people a chilling feeling and could no longer be used.

"What a pity!"

Xia Wushuang sighed dissatisfiedly, threw up the drop of black blood in her hand that had been confirmed to be harmless, and a silver light flashed in her eyes, and in an instant it merged into her bloodline.
Chapter completed!