Fortunately...

Feeling the will to constantly sweep outside the secret realm of the Underworld, this great Emperor of the Underworld did not lose his last reason.

Seeing that the exploratory great will would not leave this space in a short time, in this area, the majestic and oppressive gaze projected by the God of the Underworld finally fell on Mu Qingshuang and Wang Ting...

However, compared to Wang Ting, his eyes often oppressed Mu Qingshuang.

"Humanity, your actions have completely angered me and irritated a great god. This is definitely the biggest mistake you have made in your life."

The projection of the God of Nether said.

Although these words did not deliberately bring his endless majesty of the God of the Underworld, this thick and vast sound wave continued to spread in all directions. If this sound was heard by ordinary warriors and swordsmen, there would be no hesitation. These people would definitely become the most loyal believers of His Majesty the God of the Underworld.

It's a pity...

Mu Qingshuang seemed to have not heard the threat in the tone of the projection of the God of the Underworld, and her cold eyes fell on the head of the statue of the God of the Underworld in one fell swoop.

"I can feel that there is a strong hatred in your heart, and the hatred for the ant around you. It's ridiculous that you will join forces with an ant! I can't use my original power to kill you, but the power that my priests remain in this temple can still allow me to use some means... This means will make you unable to survive or die in the next life. I want you to endure endless suffering because of this stupid action..."

As soon as he finished speaking, this great existence that had begun to slowly dissipate, suddenly moved.

As he waved his right hand, the soul power that was constantly sacrificed by dozens of the Nether Gods sacrificed was like a storm. It permeated and rotated in this temple, above the temple, transforming into endless darkness, pain, hatred and **.

"Hurry, break the statue with all your might!"

Feeling the gathering of spiritual power above the temple, although Wang Ting didn't know what would happen next, he definitely didn't want to try it out in person.

"call out!"

Without him reminding me, Mu Qingshuang's figure had already risen into the air. The flawless sword carried a cold light, aimed at the head of the statue projected by the God of the Underworld, and slashed down...

The projection of the God of Nether had no intention of stopping or resisting Mu Qingshuang's sword. His tone was cold, carrying a kind of power to penetrate the soul, constantly echoing in this temple.

"Support my anger. Face the curse of a great god. Moreover, this curse. You have no way to get rid of it except suicide. If you commit suicide, it is the beginning of your pain. The mark I left on you two will send your souls to me at the moment of your death. By that time, you will fall into the abyss of endless pain..."

"Bang!"

Before the projection of the God of the Underworld had finished speaking, Mu Qingshuang's Xuanyou Sword had already slashed down on the head of the God of the Underworld Statue.

The statue of the God of the Underworld, which was already full of countless cracks, instantly appeared a large number of cracks. The appearance of these cracks immediately caused the domino effect. A large number of cracks spread wildly with the head as the center, and completely tore the huge and majestic statue apart in one fell swoop...

"The curse of my great God of the Underworld!**! Twins!"

"Bang!"

The divine sound spreads.

With the breaking of the statue, the projection of the God of the Underworld, which was shrouded above the statue, seemed to be exploded by a force inside and out, instantly turning into a black storm, carrying endless darkness, and rushing to all directions.

dissipate!

Dissipated!

The projection of the God of Nether dissipated!

However, this is not the end.

The projection of the God of Nether was not forced to dissipate because Mu Qingshuang cut off the statue, but he took the initiative to dissipate the power of his own projection and turned into another attack method!

Curse - **! Twins!

"Bang!"

The dark aura that dissipated from the projection of the God of Nether instantly gathered with the spiritual power of the God of Nether. In the blink of an eye, two strong dark storms had formed, as if two dark dragons aimed at Wang Ting, Mu Qingshuang and the others, and rushed away.

Three-quarters of the crazy dragon composed of these two dark auras, headed towards Mu Qingshuang, and one-quarter of the people headed towards Wangting!

Even if it was only a quarter of the power, the moment he rushed towards Wang Ting, he was still dizzy. The spiritual power provided by the eighth-level spiritual scale could not resist the slightest in front of this power. A strong aura of darkness, aura of depravity, and aura of ** continued to burst out from the bottom of his heart, as if he had disintegrated all his persistence and all beliefs, and completely transformed these into endless **, and wanted him to follow this curse of ** and completely fall into an endless abyss...

As an eighth-level spiritual power person and only endured this quarter of the curse power, the royal court is already like this, not to mention that the spiritual scale is only seventh, and Mu Qingshuang, who is facing three-quarters of the curse power?

Even though Mu Qingshuang was a legendary swordsman, when she was swept by this dark aura and rushed into her body, her fighting spirit was still constantly disintegrating. Her belief in her heart was supported in front of the projection of the curse power of the God of the Underworld for less than a second, and she was defeated by the curse power with a destructive power.

Fallen!

**!

The cursed breath continued to fill her body, instantly invading her body from her limbs and bones, occupying her spiritual world, and evolving the most depraved and illusion in her mind.

Under the impact of this powerful force, she felt that her whole body was filled with endless heat, and that heat wanted to burn her will to ashes.

Especially when she was desperate and collapsed, the target that came from ** was not someone else, but was the one who had been chasing her for several days and was swearing to share the same life and death!

"No!"

Mu Qingshuang's mouth made a scream of pain, and her tone was filled with unwillingness and despair.

despair!

Despair from the heart!

In front of this curse power, the woman, one of the four most powerful legendary swordsmen, had a tone of despair.

**Curse! Twin Curse!

As her cry of despair came out, a certain belief and persistence in her heart completely collapsed.

The endless flames burst out in her body unstoppably.

All persistence collapsed in total!

While the royal court was still burning the spiritual power of the spiritual world, fighting wildly with the power of the curse, a fiery body quickly approached.

**curse!

The twin curse!

Even though Wang Ting had no idea about the cultivation system of the Nether God lineage, he suddenly understood what was about to happen next.

Without any pause, the clothes on the two of them were rapidly decreasing. In the violent struggle, Mu Qingshuang's appearance, which was originally considered ordinary, seemed to have undergone an amazing change...

The first thing that appeared in Wang Ting's eyes were the eyes that looked like dark stars, and then the delicate and flawless facial features.

In terms of age, she is only twenty-three or four years old, but the temperament between her eyebrows has a strange sense of maturity, exuding a disorienting charm. Especially in the eyes that were originally filled with coldness, at this time, there was only endless **, which seemed to burn them completely...

Perfect!

It is difficult for Wang Ting to find other words to describe the temperament and appearance of the woman in front of him. None of the women he has ever seen can be compared with her.

Compared with her, Yun Suyu, Li Yixin, Hai Lin'er, Shi Yueyin and others are completely different from her.

That kind of perfection is not only in appearance, but also in white jade-like eyes. Every part seems to be a masterpiece of a god.

It's almost suffocating.

While Wang Ting was maintaining the last trace of clarity and struggling to support the last belief in his mind, two warm red lips were pressed on him and printed on his mouth. A wonderful feeling spread throughout his body in an instant.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the spiritual world seemed to have an earth-shaking explosion. All the reason, all beliefs, and all persistence were blown into pieces without any suspense, and the strong ** is filled with the spiritual world and can no longer tolerate any other thoughts.

Mu Qingshuang's body seemed to contain a breath that completely ignites the curse of the **. When the two of them intertwined their tongues, it became extremely strong, becoming the last straw to defeat the spiritual world of the royal court. The original one that had never been considered since it came to this world, like ignited gunpowder, completely burst out, and the difficult movement that struggled to resist became active instantly.

**curse!

soon!

The rapid breathing mixed with painful moans was conveyed. Gradually, a pleasant tone seemed to appear in the moans, slowly turning into the main melody of this world, constantly echoing in the temple...

...

This temple is very huge and empty, but correspondingly, without any protective power.

However, the temple has no protective power, but outside the temple, there is the most powerful secret legion.

Although this secret realm legion slowly stopped their constant worship due to the disappearance of the projection of the God of the Underworld, some of the powerful secret realm creatures left their positions and retreated to their territory, in all directions of the temple, the black warriors, death knights, and ghost fires of the underworld were still dense, with a large number of them, absolutely thousands.

Not to mention the legendary swordsman in the liquefaction stage, even a peerless strong man like Li Xiaoyun, Fu Sheng, and Xue Wuhen in the sword saint stage, who witnessed so many terrifying and powerful dead creatures with his own eyes, probably he would have to travel as far as possible.

It is true that a swordsman level strongman can match a hundred thousand army, but if all of these 100 thousand army are composed of powerful creatures at the level of swordsman masters and swordsman level, let alone a swordsman, even if ten swordsmans come, they will definitely be swallowed up by this army without any spitting bones.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the beautiful moans in the temple have finally come to an end.

The heat gradually cools down...

After cooling...

It was a long silence...

Deadly silent silence...

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Chapter completed!