super evolution

The pretty nun raised her upper body with difficulty, but a stronger mental shock rushed towards her face.

The pretty nun let out a miserable howl. This time, a bloody arrow shot out of her eyes.

The phantom twisted and shot at the pretty nun.

In just the blink of an eye, dozens of pillars of blood sprayed out from Nun Qiao's body at the same time.

Among them, the thickest one was sprayed directly from her heart.

"Junior Sister!"

Taoist Wuwei, who was seriously injured and flew back, shouted frantically.

Han Xiaoba, whose arms were about to fall off his body, strode towards Nun Qiao.

The thick corpse gas enveloped the pretty nun's blood-spitting body, and a jet-black long streamer spewed out from Han Xiaoba's body. Rolled up and wrapped Han Xiaoba, Wuwei Taoist and pretty nun in it.

In just an instant, the three of them sank into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Judas, who was concentrating his mental power, and the other two men in black robes saw the phantom shooting towards them.

The three of them immediately chanted a spell, and it turned into three blood mist, trying to get into the ground.

Nearly a hundred little demons, thousands of necromancer knights, and skeleton soldiers disintegrated at the same time. When these world puppets disintegrated, they shot out streaks of blood and turned into twisted poisonous snakes, blocking the phantom.

A terrifying mental shock struck, and the black "poisonous snakes" disintegrated into wisps of smoke that drifted away.

The phantom just flashed, and it arrived in front of the blood mist transformed by the three of Judas.

A bright green light flashed across the three blood mist, and everyone could only hear ghost howls, a large amount of blood sprayed out from the blood mist, and Judas' hoarse and unpleasant voice resounded throughout the valley.

"No matter who you are, I curse you in the name of the blood clan Cain. The Alliance of Saints will not let you go, and the ancestor of Cain will not let you go! I use my blood, I use my flesh, I use my blood My soul, curse you, doom is coming, doom is coming to you!"

A puff of blood and a large piece of defeated blood mist merged into one.

"Whoosh!"

A distorted dark green rune condensed in the air, and the rune rushed towards the phantom as fast as lightning.

Chapter 153

The phantom defeated the blood mist formed by the three of Judas.

Although it failed to kill the three people who were quick to see the opportunity and escaped quickly, it also severely injured their bodies and souls.

Xu Ying did not expect that Judas, in addition to being seriously injured, actually spent a lot of energy, energy, and even his own soul, and cast the cruelest "blood curse" on Xu Ying from the blood clan of the Alliance of Saints!

Unprepared, the distorted dark green rune was lightly attached to the phantom, and it merged into the phantom's body without any hindrance.

Xu Ying was extremely depressed, and cursed in the language of the imperial alliance.

League of Saints!

It is a collection of all other forces in the Atlantis Federation except the Daoist League and the Holy See of Light.

The blood race is the most mysterious and unpredictable force in the alliance of all saints. Among them, all kinds of forces that have been handed down from ancient times have all kinds of unimaginable magical powers, and they emerge in endlessly.

It is conceivable how powerful this "curse of blood" is.

Xu Ying cursed all the way, greeting the eighteen generations of female ancestors of Judah's family.

At the same time, he turned into a faster and more urgent light and shadow, and swept towards the Guangming Holy See.

He completely ignored the knights of light on the road, and the target of his attack was the three warriors who had been exposed by the Holy See of Light.

The terrifying mental shock turned into three sharp knives, piercing the minds of Andre and the two bishops beside him.

Andre immediately judged the strength of this phantom.

He roared in horror: "He is at least five levels higher than us! Damn!"

Andre, who had always been aloof and regarded himself as the envoy of the God of Light, couldn't help but swear.

Five ranks higher!

In other words, the mental strength of this phantom is at least a hundred times stronger than that of Andre and the others.

For more fighters who rely on spiritual power to fight, this is an unbridgeable gap!

The white crystal in Andre's left hand smashed hard at the ninth-level magic scroll in his right hand.

It was too late for him to unfold the scroll, so he could only use this violent method to arouse the power of the scroll.

The other two bishops were even faster. They also took out a foot and a half long ninth-level scroll from their sleeves, and with a shake of their hands, they were about to unfold the scroll.

Wu Hai's hand moved slightly.

He quickly snatched the extremely high-quality Keshele crystal and the three scrolls from the hands of the three of them.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Andre's left hand slapped his right hand hard.

Andre lowered his head in astonishment, looked at his empty palm, and suddenly yelled in horror: "My scroll!"

"No, it's my scroll!"

The other two bishops also screamed with frightened legs trembling.

Three mental shocks struck down mercilessly.

Andre and the other two bishops flew backwards, spurting blood from their seven orifices.

The phantom twisted across the void, passing in front of Andre and the others like a whirlwind.

In the continuous "puffing" sound, at least two hundred small blood fountains spewed out from the bodies of the three of them, and the bodies of Andre and the two bishops were almost smashed into sieves.

Dozens of white-clothed priests of the Holy See rushed here in desperation.

They all took out the powerful magic scrolls in their sleeves.

The Holy See of Light has nothing else, it has an advantage of being rich and powerful.

None of the magical scrolls these people took out was below level eight!

Xu Ying was taken aback by the momentum.