Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

After agreeing on a time with El-Melloi II and Karabo, Kazama Xi returned to the room.

The Son of the Dead Apostle Fu Hailin is very dangerous to non-martial arts magicians under the color level. His true form is a top-ranked ancestor, and ordinary magicians of the highest rank would not dare to provoke him.

It was impossible for Feng Jianxi to take Cecil out of the train, so it was necessary to transform the room into a fortress workshop.

After settling Cecil's side, Feng Jianxi came to the living room of the train.

The port door leading to the outside world from the train living room has been opened, and the freezing wind and snow coming from the outside world has made the running heating system of the train somewhat shaky.

There were only three people in the living room, the church's representative Karabo and the two disciples of El-Melloi II.

El-Melloi II himself will not participate in this operation. This monarch of the modern magic department is a loser in magic. This is a fact that everyone in the clock tower knows.

"It seems that there is no one else but us."

Feng Jianxi's words made Gray lower his head slightly.

Although all the passengers on the train knew the current situation, it was best to unite the forces on the train to defeat the son of Fu Hailin who was entrenched in the spiritual vein node.

But the magician was For a selfish group, it would be foolish for a magician to sell oneself out for the sake of collective interests. Therefore, even if the Second Emperor issued an invitation as the Lord of the Clock Tower, only a few people would respond. Train, he has the ability to hold on until the son of Fu Hailin dissipates naturally.

On the contrary, the two 'heretics', the magician killer and the church agent, are willing to take action in this situation, compared to Gray who is ashamed of being the same. Yvette directly mocked

"Forget it, instead of relying on those selfish guys, it’s better to rely on yourself..."

Feng Jianxi interrupted the speech of the blindfolded lady:"Since there is no one else, let's set off without further ado."

After the group stepped out of the train and stepped onto the snowy ground, they immediately felt an instinctive sense of suffocation.

It is an organ unique to magicians. The feeling transmitted by the magic circuit has a very weak connection with the Great Source.

Except for Feng Jianxi and Karabo, Gray and Yvette both showed obviously uncomfortable expressions.

"The mother body of Fu Hailin's son, Fu Hailin Anaxiu, has a domain that will completely cut off the Great Source. The Son of Fu Hailin cannot completely block the Great Source, but it can also distract the magician from the Great Source."

Karabo explained that the Holy Church has organized several crusade against Fu Hailin Anaxiu, and has kept detailed information internally.

In the face of this kind of monster, pure magic will be severely limited, that is, concentration Church agents who specialize in physical arts and baptism chants will not be greatly affected.

However, the four of them are not magicians who rely on pure magic.

Kazama Xi, Karabo and Gray are all good at physical arts. Yvette is good at using the magic eye. The magic eye activates the magic power of Xiaoyuan. After a short period of adapting to the environment, the four of them saw it. A figure fell in the snow. The body of the man wearing a jacket had become stiff in the wind and snow.

The man's skin was completely sunken, like a mummy that had been dried for hundreds of years in the desert, and his flesh and blood had completely disappeared. Only the skin and skeleton were left.

The appearance of the corpse caused the four people to pause slightly.

"He was a passenger on the train, I remember him..."

Looking at the disfigured mummy's face, Gray spoke softly.

"Um."Yvette nodded:"This guy must have seen that the situation is not good and wants to withdraw from the auction and leave the field directly. So stupid...No prey that steps into the hunting ground can break out so easily."

There is a big hole in the chest of the mummy.

Judging from its appearance, it must have been attacked suddenly.

Something penetrated his body and sucked the flesh and blood.

If you really want to break out of this field alone, unless you are strong enough as an individual, But there aren't many people on the Demon Eye Train who can stand up to this blood-sucking forest and have the qualifications to do so, either.

Just use tools, such as the magic eye to collect the train.

The train is connected to England's spiritual veins.

As long as it finds the direction, its magic power can rush out.

Karabo did not speak, but squatted down and drew silently on his chest. He held the cross and fulfilled his duty as a priest to save him.

But at the next moment, the silent Karabo rushed out like a cheetah, and black keys appeared between his fingers, hiding the gray stems like vines under the white snow. Cut into several pieces, thick juice spilled out from the center of the vine, dyeing the white snow with red color.

"The three spiritual vein nodes are all in different directions...What to do next?"Karabo put away the black keys and spoke calmly.

The flames rose from the white snow and burned out the remaining roots of the Son of Hailin under the snow.

Yvette took off her blindfold and responded Carabo's problem

"It would be too inefficient to activate road signs one by one."

"Three spiritual vein nodes can just divide the troops into three groups."

"Just let Gray and I work together, and then you two will each be responsible for a node. Although our side has the upper hand in terms of numbers, you two probably won’t care about such a trivial matter."

"So be it."

It is indeed a waste of combat power for the four of them to go to the spiritual node together. Since Yvette offered to divide the troops, Feng Jianxi and Karabo naturally would not refuse...................

The four people divided into three groups and separated after each selected a direction.

What Feng Jianxi chose was the spiritual vein in the east.

Stepping into the forest, what returned to Feng Jianxi was deathly silence.

Everything is silent, but even the ice fields in the far west should not be like this.

But beneath this dead silence, there is deep malice buried, just waiting for creatures to enter such an environment.

Feng Jianxi seemed not to notice the slight trembling under the snow layer at all. The huge thing was like an open cage net, slowly approaching Feng Jianxi.

Until Feng Jianxi's next step fell and stepped into the white snow, a large number of vines rose into the sky, whistling like flying snakes and rushing toward Feng Jianxi.

But before the vines formed a web, an invisible blade bloomed from the center of the snow, instantly cutting the flying vines into countless pieces.

Invisible divine will, this is power, similar to a talent rather than a learned skill. The development of this ability requires physical adaptation and then mastery.

Therefore, the owner of this power, the lazy Sin Archbishop from another world, will specifically screen the receptors for his resurrection to ensure that the new body can adapt well to the power.

It has been almost a year since Feng Jianxi mastered this power, and his body has completely adapted to this ability. The next thing to do is to find a way to develop it more deeply.

"Just like..."

The tentacles with the son of Fu Hailin at his feet quickly emerged from the depths of the ground, pouring out from Feng Jianxi's feet, and the sharp ends pierced his heart.

When it touched the skin, it felt as if it had hit a layer of hard iron armor, making a sharp impact.

Feng Jianxi reached out and touched the tentacle.���The palm was like a sharp blade, and the tentacles shattered.

Feng Jianxi took another step, and his figure disappeared from the spot, rushing into the depths of the forest like an arrow. The obstacles in front of him shattered when they were about to hit him.