I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 532 532.Three Holy Priests

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After the Black Moon Tide of the A-level spiritual clothes was released, the entire palace seemed to have fallen into a muddy swamp.

Whether living or inanimate, movement becomes sluggish.

Only O'Brien, in the blink of an eye, had swept out of the palace door, turned into a black light and rushed towards the tall building in the distance. The ancient clock on the top of the building was about to reach six o'clock.

The moment the second hand returned to true north - a spatial vortex suddenly opened from the center of the clock.

That is the space door opened by the Holy Moon Art Field.

It allows him to teleport directly to the nearby Holy See branch and escape.

In a millisecond, he was within easy reach of the space door, and O'Brien's emotions of panic and horror turned into joy.

But at some point, there was a Miao knife with a slender blade and a bright red handle hanging in front of the clock.

Before O'Brien could react, a woman in a gorgeous blood-red dress quietly emerged from behind Miao Dao, her beautiful eyes slightly raised.

The king's will came to him, and O'Brien suddenly felt the urge to kneel down. His legs were slightly bent, and his figure was sluggish as a result.

Before entering the palace just now, Xia Feng noticed the spatial point of the clock tower, so he threw the sword on the clock, which could cooperate with the four-image formation to seal off all the enemy's escape routes.

“Buzz——!”

Life and death were only a matter of seconds, and O'Brien had no time to react. Three thunderbolts behind him seemed to carry terrifying murderous intent, piercing directly through the back of his head, neck, and heart——!

The indifferent expression on O'Brien's old face was completely ferocious at this moment. He roared and wanted to die with Xia Feng. Seven more thunderbolts flashed from behind and poured into his body.

His figure froze in mid-air, and the next second, he exploded.

Instant kill!

A ray of remnant spirit rose up from the thunderous fire. Xia Feng raised his hand and waved, preparing to use Miss Mu's spiritual words to hypnotize the remnant spirit to see if he could ask anything.

Unexpectedly, the semi-transparent body surface of the remnant spirit actually had dense blood-red lines lighting up, like countless tributaries converging between the eyebrows, flashing with symbols.

The triangle symbol rotates clockwise like a key switch.

Xia Feng's expression changed slightly, he grabbed the Miao Dao and flew away quickly.

"Boom——!!" The residual spirit suddenly exploded with endless light like the blazing sun, and the world was filled with white light. Xia Feng squinted his eyes, and it took a while for the light to fade away.

How could he still curse his mother in his heart? He was a little confused, "But why does this symbol look familiar?"

Xia Feng soon remembered that in the life roulette game that competed for the throne of Xumi, the center of the panel operation interface was the symbol.

The referee who presides over the game also wears a mask with a symbol.

What a fool. Is the person behind O'Brien related to the Throne of Sumeru?

Xia Feng was even more confused, and turned his eyes to look into the palace.

The purple mist in the hall had completely dissipated. The two saints' faces turned pale, and they leaned on each other's shoulders and relaxed. After the disaster, Jiang Qiu'e secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But feeling the close support of the woman behind her, she couldn't help but frown and stepped aside.

Chanaxue lost her support and subconsciously took a few steps back. She was not angry at all, but just smiled lightly and said: "Saint Qiu'e, I'm right, he is much more powerful than you think."

Jiang Qiu'e pursed her lips and said nothing, but looked up at the woman in the bloody skirt outside the hall who stepped into the threshold again.

Indeed, she had already underestimated Xia Feng and the Q-faced man, but she did not expect that the limit of her imagination was not the limit of Xia Feng.

Although he is only 19 years old, he is already able to defeat low-level sages.

All I can say is that he deserves to be Sirius.

It's a pity that this so-called Sirius is my enemy! Jiang Qiu'e narrowed her beautiful eyes. The humiliation last night was still vivid in her mind. She would not be afraid to give up revenge just because Xia Feng was too talented.

Wait a minute, Xia Feng, I want to... With this thought, Jiang Qiu'e's face froze slightly, and her thighs pressed together tightly under her green skirt. The inexplicable urge to urinate made her scalp numb, and her ethereal beautiful eyes raised to look at Xia Feng coldly.

After Xia Feng punished Jiang Qiu'e, who was thinking about betrayal at this moment, he ignored her and went straight to Olivia.

Olivia didn't run away, she was squatting down, doubtfully playing with the dead white cat on the ground.

"Hey -" The blade of the brightly boring long knife quietly lay across the side of her neck. She stopped playing with the cat corpse, and Xia Feng's soft voice sounded from above, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

Olivia raised her scarlet eyes lightly: "I'm not a loser like O'Brien. If I want to run away, you can't kill me."

"?" Xia Feng was stunned, no, where did you get your confidence? Did Chana Yuki give it to me?

But looking at her serious and calm expression, it didn't look like she was acting. Xia Feng looked suspiciously:

"Tell me what you want to do."

Olivia stood up and said calmly: "Last night, I received a message from Pastor Moro, asking me to cooperate with O'Brien's next actions."

"But what surprises me is that the target of O'Brien's action is actually those two losers." Olivia's hoarse voice brought excitement, and she curled her lips, "And what's even more surprising."

She narrowed her scarlet eyes and stared at Xia Feng: "What surprises me more is you and Theresa."

"I have to say, you are indeed very strong."

"." Xia Feng was speechless for a moment. Should I thank you for your compliment?

While thinking, Xia Feng wondered: "Aren't you a saint? You will do whatever Pastor Moro asks you to do?"

"This pastor is no ordinary pastor."

At this time, Chana Yuki also came over and explained, "Under the Pope, there are three Holy Priests and Four Saints. Under the Holy Priests, there are the Twelve Cardinals."

"The Moro priest she mentioned is one of the three holy priests, and his status is equal to that of the saint."

"The so-called holy priest is actually the pastor of the saint, the mentor and even the raiser of the saint."

"Olivia was raised by the Moro holy priest."

After listening to Cha Naxue's explanation, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at Olivia, "Since it was the Moro holy priest who asked you to cooperate with O'Brien, why did you suddenly betray him and attack the white cat girl?"

Olivia clicked her tongue and sneered, "O'Brien and the white cat obviously can't beat you, and the plan is about to fail, so the idiot will continue to be with them.

And the quality of the white cat girl's soul is not worse than O'Brien's, and it is very suitable for sacrificing the knife."

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No, are you so casual? Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the dead cat on the ground, his pupils narrowed slightly, "This seems to be just an ordinary white cat."

"Because this is not her original body." Olivia kicked the dead cat with a cold look, "When my Blood Hell Blade killed her, although it devoured her memory and consciousness, it did not devour her complete soul, which means that this cat body is just a means of possession for her."

"This woman still ran away!" Olivia's scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, and no one she wanted to kill could escape.

Xia Feng couldn't help but frowned, ran away?

However, from the current information, it can be seen that Pastor Moro may be the one who instigated Oberyn. Even if he is not, he is also a related person, he guessed in his heart.

If you go to the Black Moon General Court next, you have to be careful of this person.

While thinking, Xia Feng suddenly thought of something and looked at Cha Naxue and Jiang Qiu'e in confusion: "By the way, which holy priest is your mentor or raiser?"