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dragon!  dragon!  dragon!  Chapter 393: Saving the Lost Girl...

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    Get rid of annoying funny people who like to play tricks.  Xia Wushuang turned his attention to Storm Spirit and Clockwork Demon Lord.  "In today's world, all the upper-level evil spirits are dead, how can we not kill them?" It's not his Holy Mother, but the closeness in his bloodline that keeps causing trouble.  In the whole world.  Only the weak evil spirits running around and causing trouble will be afraid of him.  And all the great god-level evil demons that have escaped from the madness will feel as if they are connected by blood, and they will feel closer than family members.  "" The force of the storm was stunned when he heard this, then his expression changed, and he looked at the Clockwork Demon Lord next to him uneasily.  This is actually a very bad message.  Xia Wushuang is both the emperor's son and the evil young master, so he is too sensitive.  As the most orthodox successor of Aviya, if we assume that he gives up his existence as a human being, then he can easily become the co-master of evil spirits and quickly form an extremely unstable force.  This is definitely not a good preset for the current corrupt overseas expedition situation.  "You should believe Xia Wushuang." Clockwork Demon Lord responded to Storm Spirit's concerns without giving any reasons.  And Hong San also walked to Xia Wushuang and supported all his decisions.  "She is at her weakest now. The sealing barrier 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, endless.  Amidst the pressure of the steps, the rustling sound of spiders crawling across the corridor wall could be heard.  The atmosphere was too depressing, as if the sealed evil had awakened.  Looking at everyone coldly.  Xia Wushuang had a complicated mood and cleared his throat in order to relieve the other party's coldness.  An ancient Western European confessional song was slowly sung.  "Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of requiem, a ruined scene. The ghost sang wildly. Black rosemary bloomed, the vines grew windingly, and the soul looked around, believing in the bloody moonlight. Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the requiem.  The dark-haired queen, holding a hosta in her hand, opened the dusty window, and the shadow of the dead branches shone on her face Her voice was as pure as a girl's, singing with the dead" He was like the night.  The flowing voice, carrying the special magic power of the God of Death, penetrated the sealing barrier.  After trying to soothe the barrier.  That extremely weak soul.  As a result, he actually succeeded.  The cold breath was silenced with a long soul-confessing song.  Taking advantage of this brief period of calm, the charged seal was struck vertically by the Night-shattering Sword, destroying the core of the magic array, distorting all magic circuits, and instantly reaching the point of collapse.  A black vortex.  Opened like a curtain.  The cold and attacking demonic energy is like a sword hidden in advance.  All of them rushed out at once.  Xia Wushuang felt something in his heart, and the seven-colored divine light rushed out of his body instantly. His whole body was like a banished immortal coming to the world, or a divine emperor coming to the dust. The light was shining, and the blue ice fist printed the magic seal, turning into a cold sky monument.  Suddenly suppressed towards the broken seal.  And after the twisted seal.  Those lingering and cold demonic energy turned into countless black threads, like thousands of sharp slashes, cutting through the space, rushing out of the seal before the formation of the Ping Leng Tian Monument.  At the same time, the void was also disintegrated by the strange demonic energy after the seal, and the entire cave fell into a ghostly forest. For a while, the coldness was biting and penetrated into the bone marrow.  When everyone saw this, their hearts tightened and they felt endless worries.  Orachne, who was forcibly sealed by Athena because she could not be killed, was indeed too powerful.  After tens of thousands of years of sealing, the aura of the gods did not seem to be weakened and was still as strong as ever.  But Xia Wushuang didn't believe it.  All this is an illusion.  If Orachne really still possesses god-level power, then the sanctuary-level seal in front of her can't seal her at all, and she doesn't have to be trapped in this dark and damp tunnel all year round.  He took a step forward, and the magic power, like an abyss and an ocean, surged forward as he moved forward.  The blue sky monument pinged, being shattered time and time again by the black beheadings, and then reborn again.  Poof!  After the seal, there was a sudden sound of vomiting blood.  Xia Wushuang is like a son of gods walking in the world, dispelling all darkness with divine brilliance. Nothing can stop him, and he steps directly into the twisted seal.  The demonic energy in the air suddenly shrank, and the morbid weakness was exposed without any subsequent magic output.  The dark whirlpool was completely torn open because of Xia Wushuang's forced entry.  After the seal was completed, he reached the bottom of the corridor.  At this time, countless black spiders gathered in from outside the corridor.  TheyThe whole body converged towards the black skeleton next to a stone wall, and it was not until tens of seconds later that it finally formed into the shape of a woman.  Orachne.  A goddess who once rivaled Athena in beauty and skill.  A great master of weapon refining who spun supreme artifacts with his own hands.  She has a pure face, as beautiful as she was thousands of years ago.  The vicissitudes of white hair, like a white waterfall of snow, is pulled up into a noble and elegant bun on the back of the head, exposing her white and radiant forehead and neck to the air, like a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.     clean.  It is something that comes from the soul and spirit, something very thorough.  Just like the first meeting with Hong San, Yakumo Purple, Yuyuko, and Mianyue Yiki, Orakne's pure soul also gave Xia Wushuang a very amazing feeling.  "My master, are you finally willing to come and take everything from me?" Oklani was lying next to the stone wall, staring at Xia Wushuang sideways. There was no surprise or panic on his cold face, only the heaviness in his words.  He seemed to be completely tired of this world.  At the end of the corridor, a brilliant and soft divine light shines.  Storm Spirit and others felt something was wrong and stopped one after another.  "If possible, I don't want you to die so worthlessly. Do you know what I want?" Xia Wushuang and Okrani looked at each other, the undisguised aggression in their eyes making the women watching panic.  Orachne was startled when she heard the sound, suddenly like a white rose in full bloom.  Showing a pale but bright smile.  She also has her own regrets: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Because I am about to die. A creature like me that is based on faith will die completely if it loses the power of faith for a long time. It's a pity that I can't repay you.  I have borrowed so much of your power from you." Oklani was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.  She leaned against the black stone wall quietly, her mature temperament adding to her stunning look.  In the purple pupils, there are many white thin lines forming a spider web-like pattern, which also looks very special and beautiful.  "You have the wrong person. I am not Aviya, I just inherited her bloodline." Xia Wushuang had no intention of taking advantage of others and was seeking truth from facts.  He responded calmly.  "So you are the young master." Orachne's pupils slowly dilated, and her soul gradually became dying.  "No wonder" She didn't look pitiful at all.  Facing death calmly is like the death of a centenarian.  Mature and peaceful look.  One can't help but forget all her stories.  "She" Everyone suddenly felt distressed and could not use words to evaluate this mysterious goddess.  Xia Wushuang's gentle movements at this moment were like the lover of the goddess Orachne, gently stroking her soft and smooth face, her eyes filled with the compassion of a "master to a maid".  "I can give you another chance to take revenge." Xia Wushuang squatted down. Orakne's body was only the withered bones of the god. Only her peerless appearance was reluctant to die.  She didn't want people to see her aging and dying appearance.  Even if you have the heart to endure it for thousands of years, just for revenge.  I still care about my appearance.  Orachne is a collection of contradictions. She has a snake and a scorpion in her heart, but she is a lamb.  "It's so warm" Orachne, who was dying, was like a docile black cat, rubbing her soft and smooth cheeks against Xia Wushuang's extremely warm palms.  She is so mature and dignified, even if she acts like a weak woman, it still feels like she is nostalgic before parting.  There is no weakness, just a feeling of saying ¡®thank you¡¯ to people.  It's sad.  "You are as gentle as the Demon Mother." The goddess' whole body shivered, and the clothes transformed by magic power were dissipating inch by inch, and then the crystal bones without flesh and bones were revealed.  She closed her eyes slightly and rubbed Xia Wushuang's palm with her delicate face.  Like a greedy child, wanting more tenderness.  "But tens of thousands of years are too long, and I am tired Just let me leave like this." But she still chose to go away, because apart from some regrets in this life, she only had this little attachment in front of her.  .  But Xia Wushuang is an unreasonable person.  For those people or things that will definitely help him, he will do his best to protect them, even if the means are almost 'despicable'.  "Girl, since the Demon Mother has heard your prayers, you can't give up on yourself like this" Xia Wushuang lowered his head, and at the last moment when the goddess was defenseless, she leaned down and kissed her lips forcefully.  "Uh!" Orachne's eyes widened in shock, not understanding why.  "Girl do you know how many people your young master needs help? The world outside the territory is in chaos.??, the whole world is my enemy If you can, please live for me, help me, and protect my path!  "  The noble qualities of this level make people unable to help but believe in her. Orakne was already weak, and she was bent on seeking relief, and she was unprepared for Xia Wushuang, who had the blood of Aviya, and her heart was frozen like solid ice in an instant.  Most of the boy's sudden eruption of volcano melted, and he sank in step by step. "" Xia Wushuang was speechless, and her gentle temperament in her domineering attitude made Orakne appreciate it.  She was stunned. She had been in hatred all her life, and she had never seen such a brilliant person. ¡°How could a wise creature lose hope.  "Nine holy lights of different colors appeared behind Xia Wushuang. Each one was as thick as an arm, and each one was filled with the devout faith of millions of sentient beings. He has always been the most worshiped figure in the Dongda Road Natural God Cult.  The Son of God was also the founder of the Divine City. When he first established the Divine Religion, he made some moves on the issue of the return of faith with the tacit approval of many parties. After gathering in the Divine City, all the power of faith must be transferred through him.  Therefore, he is fully capable of intercepting the power of faith at any time to help some gods who have lost the support of their faith. "If you feel that you have no nostalgia in life, then fall in love with me and take me away.  Think of it as nostalgia Since you call me Young Master, I can't possibly watch you die so meaninglessly.  "  Like the holy light, Oklani slowly closed her eyes, and her black dress began to grow, quickly covering her exquisite and upright figure. "Young Master ours.  Who is the enemy?  " Pulling up her white hair, it instantly turned black. The goddess was lying on the stone wall, with the small black fan in her hand covering half of her face. Her mature, superior, mysterious and indifferent temperament enveloped the whole place, revealing only a pair of murderous purple spider eyes.  The soul wandering back and forth between life and death has determined something and will never change it (To be continued)
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