When the robed man recited the incantation, it was precisely the moment when Luo Lan's mind relaxed, it had nothing to do with strength, as long as it was flesh and blood, it would have an inevitable reaction after gathering energy to launch a powerful attack. [Full text reading.]

The chanting was not loud, but it brought an extraordinary effect, the blood flowing from the corpse on the ground struggled and squirmed like a wake, and then scurried up silently like a fountain, just like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time, and finally spit out the poison letter at this moment, if it was just such a simple spell Luo Lan would not have paid attention to it at all, but when almost most of the blood on the ground had such an anomaly, his expression suddenly became solemn.

Countless blood fountains scurried in the air, intermingling, interspersed, and colliding with each other actually made a metal-like sound, which was a chain made of blood coagulation, and they did not attack, but blocked the space around Luo Lan and the undead acolytes, restricting them to a range that could only move two or three steps.

Dark Magic Blood Chain!

In fact, the time chosen by the robed man was a little late, if he could grasp it more accurately, then this magic should be activated before Luo Lan's feet hit the ground, so that the effect of the magic could be extended to the maximum. But he didn't care, because this spell was not used to attack, but only to trap the opponent, in fact, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to, because there was no right time and there wasn't enough blood on the ground.

Yes, the previous barbarian deaths were all a foreshadowing of this bloody magic!

The robed man had been cautious enough when he heard that he was dealing with a bishop-level figure before he acted, but even so, he thought that it would be more than enough to use this magic to sacrifice the lives of fifty barbarians at once. But when he really saw Luo Lan, the aura of a strong man who had only truly experienced the tempering of death made him instinctively afraid, so he conservatively chose a safe way to deal with it, until the blood of no less than ten paladins soaked into the land, and he had a complete grasp. He dared to make a move.

The thin undead face looked at the dense blood chains around him that almost blocked the light, he let out a loud cry, and the weapon in his hand swung towards those blood chains, but what was surprising was that both the sawtooth knife and the mace passed through the chains without hindrance, as if it was just an illusion that existed in vision, but because of the excessive force, he rushed forward, but when his body touched the blood chain, it was forced to bounce back.

The robed man let out a "huh", any physical attack was ineffective against the blood chain technique. But the terrifying part of this spell is not this, but as long as the flesh and blood are entangled a little, it will be firmly absorbed like a spider silk, resulting in immobility, but the current situation has subverted his cognition, of course, he does not know that these squires themselves are undead creatures from the darkness, and there is no flesh and blood on their bodies, so the effect on the living naturally cannot work on them.

However, at this time, a more shocking scene was also being staged.

A brilliant brilliance suddenly lit up from Luo Lan's hand, and condensed into a light blade at an extremely fast speed, and then slashed out heavily. A chain of blood was overwhelmed. The dark elemental groaned as it disintegrated, and was reduced to a thick pool of black blood, scattered to the ground. But he frowned, because at the same time as he cut through the blood chain, another one condensed and formed under the impetus of magic, and it was back in front of him.

Luo Lan immediately realized that obviously, this was not a magic that could be simply destroyed, the purpose was just to trap himself, if he didn't get out of here in time, then the other party would definitely perform a magic that could put him to death next!

Gotta get out!

"Boom". A dazzling divine light suddenly rose from Luo Lan's body, burning like a flame.

The robed man's face changed under his hood, and he barely managed to compose himself, and continued with the second step that had been arranged, taking a sheepskin scroll from his bosom and tearing it open in front of him.

Suddenly, a dark force surged out like a tide. Then the space shook strangely. Everything seemed to become incredibly slow and sticky, and the blood that remained in the corpse was forcibly removed. The blood-colored light rose from the soles of Luo Lan and the others' feet, forming a huge dome that enveloped them all, the originally thick blood seemed to be filtered out of dirty impurities, and the transparent amber-like texture actually exuded a gorgeous poignant, rippling in the air that was already like water lines, slowly flowing under the scattered twilight,

This is a more powerful imprisoning spell than the Blood Chain Technique: Blood Dungeon!

The robed man snorted and gasped, and the mana in his body was pouring out rapidly at the same time as he opened the scroll, but he didn't dare to stop, although he couldn't see the other party because his vision was cut off, he could feel that there was still surging life in it, which showed that the blood prison technique had not yet succeeded in restraining the opponent.

"How's it going?"

Netomund looked at the blood-colored dome and asked with a gloomy face. Luo Landi's blow just now really left a deep impression on him, although he had already taken precautions, but if it wasn't for the horse he sat down on coincidentally moved a step, then the first one to lie down would definitely be himself, he never thought that he was so close to death just now, and he was afraid for a while when he thought about it, just like a nightmare in the middle of the night.

The robed man seemed to be extremely struggling, he felt that even his spirit and life were passing bit by bit, obviously he didn't expect the enemy to be so powerful, and he barely spit out a few words, "It's just a little bit, I need more blood." ”

Netomund knew what he meant, and it was necessary to kill a few more of his subordinates for sacrifice to increase the effect of this dark magic. But he didn't make any arrangements right away, but said lightly: "I know." ”

This is not to cherish the lives of his subordinates, but when he saw that this magic was indeed as powerful as the legend, he suddenly felt a deep fear in his heart, since he could trap this priest, then logically speaking, he would definitely be able to trap himself. He knew that once this spell was cast, there was absolutely no possibility of stopping, this was determined by the characteristics of the dark spell, the more powerful it was, the more so, since this was the case, and this person and himself were only a short-term interest partnership, then he would be happy to see this time extended a little more, so that the strength of both sides would be lost a little more, and then it would be foolproof to start again.

It seemed that after waiting for a moment before Netomund could react, the robed man shook his body as if trembling, and spoke again: "You, don't forget, the last blow still needs to be completed by me, I am just suppressing it now, his strength is still very strong," he paused for a moment, took a breath and said, "Have you forgotten the blow just now?"

The corners of Netomund's eyes twitched violently, and the other party was reminding him that an accident could happen at any time, but it was hard to say whether it was a coincidence or a man-made accident.

With a cold snort, Netomund raised his hand, and just as he was about to make up his mind, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

Netomund was instinctively startled at first, then relaxed, it was just a horse, of course it could not be the reinforcements of the priest, and he had investigated beforehand, the Templar swordsman and the priest were fighting in Beiselen, and the rest of the camp was almost all slaves, and no one would come, but when he glanced at it casually, his face showed surprise.

"Is that her?"

Frowning suspiciously, Netomund's eyes flashed, and he said, "Stop her!"

"Captain Netomund," the woman on the horse looked charming, and her seductive eyes wandered slightly, and the two knights who stepped forward to the left and right had a hint of hesitation, but she did not step forward again, and Le Ma stood still, picked up a package from the saddle, and said with a smile, "I got it." ”

Netomund immediately realized what the other party was saying, and his heart skipped a beat, trying to keep his voice normal, and said in a deep voice, "Let her come." ”

His strange emotions still made his subordinates feel it, although he wondered what made the regiment commander so excited in such a tense situation, but he did not dare to disobey the order, and immediately separated a road, but still maintained a high degree of vigilance.

The woman galloped gently, slowly and cautiously, and when she was still about two meters away from Netomund, the latter suddenly said, "Just stand there." ”

The woman stopped, she held up the package and shook it, and said, "It took me a lot of thought, you don't know how difficult it is to get close to this Landiston priest," she patted her hand on it, and then passed it forward, and smiled, "The bishop's robe and emblem are inside." ”

Netomund held back the excitement in his heart, his hands hung down at his side and remained motionless, although there was nothing wrong with the other party's demeanor and demeanor, and it was indeed something he had entrusted her to do, but after Luo Lan's blow, he was no longer so sure that nothing would happen, so he said slowly: "You open it and take a look." ”

The woman smiled, and she slowly opened the package with a pleasing motion, and then shook out a luxurious robe.

Netomund knew at a glance that it was the real bishop's robe, but he stood still and did not come forward, and his expression did not show any anxiety.

Although he was well disguised, the fleeting longing in his eyes was caught by the woman, so she smiled lightly and said, "By the way, there is also the crown, well, this is the bishop's scepter." She gently lifted the scepter up and shook it, and the top of the scepter was inlaid with several crystalline magic crystals that reflected dreamlike colors in the afterglow, and Netomund's gaze was immediately drawn to it, and her body involuntarily leaned forward.

But at this moment, the woman's wrist trembled slightly, and Netomund suddenly felt bad, but it was too late, and suddenly, a white glare suddenly flashed from the wand, instantly enveloping all objects within four hundred meters!