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.
Both living and non-living things, movements become 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 sacred field of the moon.
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 panic-stricken mood turned into joy.
But at some point, there was a Miao knife with a slender blade and a bright red handle hanging in the air 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, and O'Brien suddenly had the urge to kneel down. His legs were slightly bent, and his body shape was sluggish.
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 retreat routes.
“Buzz——!”
Life and death only happened in an instant, and O’Brien had no time to react. Three thunderbolts behind him seemed to carry terrifying murderous intent, piercing the back of his head, neck, and Straight through the heart——!
The indifferent expression on O'Brien's old face was completely ferocious at this moment. He growled and roared, wanting 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, and he grabbed the Miao Dao and flew away quickly.
"Boom——!!" The residual spirit burst out 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 feel familiar?"
Xia Feng soon remembered that the one who competed for the throne of Xumi In the Life Roulette game, the center of the panel operation interface is the symbol.
The referee who presides over the game also wears a mask with a symbol.
What a shame. Is the person behind O'Brien related to the Throne of Sumeru?
Xia Feng was even more confused and turned his gaze to look into the palace.
The purple mist in the palace has completely dissipated. The two saints turned pale, leaning on each other's shoulders and relaxing. After the disaster, Jiang Qiu'e secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But when she felt the back 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 slightly and said: "Saint Qiu'e, I'm not wrong, 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 had stepped into the threshold again.
Indeed, she already underestimated Xia Feng and the Q-faced man, but she didn’t expect that the limit of her imagination was not Xia Feng’s limit.
You are only 19 years old, but you are already able to defeat a low-level venerable person. 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—thinking about this, Jiang Qiu'e's face turned slightly dull, and her thighs were tightly pressed together under her green skirt. The inexplicable urge to urinate made her scalp slightly numb, and her ethereal beautiful eyes were raised coldly. Leng looked at Xia Feng.
After Xia Feng punished Jiang Qiu'e, who was thinking about betrayal at this moment, he ignored her and went straight to Olivia.
Olivia did not 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 paused while 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 do 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’s eyes were suspicious:
“Tell me, what exactly do 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? Do you do whatever Pastor Moro asks you to do?"
"This priest is not an ordinary priest."
At this time, Cha Naixue also came over and explained, "Under the Pope, there are three holy priests and four holy women. Under the holy priests, there are twelve Cardinal. "
"The priest Moro she is talking about is one of the three holy priests, with the same status as the saint."
"The so-called holy priest is actually the saint. The shepherd is the mentor and even the caregiver of the saint.”
“Olivia was raised by the shepherd of Moro.”
After listening to Chanaxue's explanation, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully and looked at Olivia again, "Since it was Moro Holy Priest who asked you to cooperate with O'Brien, why did you suddenly betray him and turn to a sneak attack? White Catwoman?”
Olivia clicked her tongue and said sarcastically: “O’Brien and White Cat obviously can’t defeat you. The plan is about to fail, so only idiots will continue to join them.
And the quality of the white catwoman's soul is no worse than O'Brien's, so it is very suitable for sacrificing a knife."
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No, you are so special. 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 true body." Olivia kicked the dead cat with a cold look, "When I killed her with the Blood Hell Knife, although it swallowed up her memory and consciousness, it did not swallow her completely. Soul, indicating that this cat body is just a means of possession for her."
"This woman still ran away!" Olivia's scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent, and no one she wanted to kill could escape. Come on.
Xia Feng couldn't help but frown, did he run away
However, from the current information, it is known that Pastor Moro may be the person who instigated O'Brien. Even if not, he is still a relevant person. In his heart guess.
If you go to the Black Moon Courtyard next, be careful about this person.
While thinking, Xia Feng suddenly thought of something, and looked at Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiu'e in confusion: "By the way, who is your mentor or caregiver?"
(End of this chapter)