"No, I don't think I've ever heard of a summoned bone dragon?!"

Wella's wings were retracted, the white robe was windless, and the temple's chant climbed to the highest peak. She unleashed the Light Angel's strongest magic, the Light Angel Guardian, and a spherical milky white light shield protected herself.

"As I said, the Most High God didn't bless you." The necromancer's cold voice rang out in Wella's heart once more. The skeleton wings of the bone dragon flapped, and it raised its head to the sky, and a silent roar quickly spread. Outside the temple, the knights and priests who were desperately attacking the undead and trying to rush into the temple suddenly felt as if they had been hit hard, and some of the weaker knights opened their mouths and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground. Wella's wall also fluctuated, and she was swept back a few steps.

"Just the dragon's roar is almost unbearable, if it's the dragon's breath ......" Wella didn't have time to think about it, and turned around to escape. At this time, the silent dragon's breath arrived. Wella's protective wall fluctuated violently, appearing and disappearing. Suddenly, a burst of bright light, almost blinding, accompanied by a sudden storm, swept through everything in the temple.

By the time everything had calmed down, Wella had already embedded herself in the half-empty walls of the temple, her white robe had been torn into rags, and most of her skin was naked and covered with blood. As the storm subsided, Wella's body slid to the ground, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the wall.

"Hehe, it's worthy of being an angel of light, who has endured the dragon breath of the demon dragon Artestegra, but has only suffered a little flesh wound! But now you've run out of power. Wella spat out a mouthful of blood, barely pulled up the broken robe to block the exposed **, and said with difficulty: "You should know that everything you have done today cannot escape the eyes of the Heavenly Father, even if your strength surpasses me, you will not be the opponent of any Lord God." The light of judgment is coming soon, and no matter where you hide, you can't escape the fate of being purified. ”

"It seems that you don't know what I want yet, as a necromancer, my strength has reached the limit of this world. No matter what, the light of judgment will come upon me! God will not allow forces that threaten Himself to appear! I've been hiding for three hundred years and don't want to hide anymore! Now, my lovely angel of light, give me your soul."

"What! No!! Na suddenly screamed hoarsely, and there was no longer any holiness of the angel of light. The necromancer chanted the incantation again, and the arm bones of his left arm turned to ashes. As the spell was completed, a figure slowly walked in from outside the temple, it was Bishop Bren. His usually well-maintained face was now iron-blue, the wound between his throat had bled out, and the flesh that had been turned over was pale. Brun spotted Wella, his eyes gradually focused on the white, straight, bloodstained and bruised thighs. The ** before his death was strengthened a thousand times under the effect of necromancy! A beastly roar rang out in the bishop's throat and pounced on the Angel of Light.

Wella calmed down, gathered the only divine power, ignored the cardinal who was scratching and gnawing on her body, and sneered at the necromancer, "Do you think you can get my soul in this way? ”

"Of course it's more than that!" Rodriguez's right arm exploded again, and several black gases emitted and quickly sank into Wella's body. Wei Na was horrified to find that the divine power she had managed to gather to self-detonate was driven clean by these few death energies, and then these black qi wrapped around her soul, making it impossible to escape and enter the heavenly realm.

"The curse of the undead at the cost of my body is not so easy to break, so let's start our show in this sacred venue! Hahahaha! The entangled bodies of Wella and the Bishop** slowly rose and flew to the altar. The holy light that has been on the altar for many years has been replaced by a faint black qi at this time, and the most sacred place in the past has now become a paradise of evil, ** and fear.

The bishop ravaged the white body beneath him frantically, dripping cloudy yellow liquid from his tongue. His purple hand kneaded Wella's plump ** into all sorts of strange shapes. Wella bit the tip of her tongue, and with a shrill scream, tore through the necromancer's barrier and pierced the blood-colored night sky.

In several mysterious temples on the continent, some consciousness is waking up from its deep slumber and looking in the direction of the temple. All the people in Puth Harbour woke up from the nightmare. Some people walked out of their homes to find that the night sky had turned a dark blood-red, and the temple that had been visible from afar had disappeared into the night. Slowly, the whole world seemed to shake slightly.

The temple reverberated with the bishop's rough gasps like a beast, and the gold-forged altar creaked as if overwhelmed. White clouds quickly rose from the sky outside the temple and swept towards the temple. The blood cloud that enveloped the temple soon disappeared, and was compressed in the small sky directly above the temple, but it was still struggling to support it. Angry thunder rang out from the white clouds, and the light shot down through the clouds, and the undead at the edge of the temple began to burn in the light. The painful, silent screams hit the Quartet.

The necromancer chanted incantations, shattering his bones. The flames in its eyes intensified, staring at the entangled and wriggling body on the altar. With a thunderous roar, the most evil seeds were scattered all over Wella's body.

Wella's spirit finally broke down at that moment. The necromancer's eyes lit up with only the small half of her body left, and her skull burst open. A transparent, but black-entangled villain flew out. The necromancer opened his mouth and spat out a bead, and layers of extremely complex circles floated around the beads.

"Under this artifact soul orb, I'll see where you are fleeing, hahahaha!"

The transparent light angel soul was instantly sucked in by the magic bead. The necromancer glanced at the imprisoned soul in the orb, and his low laughter was like the thunder that exploded in the sky. Then what was left of its skull exploded, and a wisp of black gas burrowed into the orb.

The white clouds in the sky shot out pale cyan flames, the blood clouds had been burned out, and the port of Puth was shining as if it were day. The inhabitants of the city stood in the streets, looking in fear at the vision between heaven and earth.

The chant that resounded through the clouds sounded again, and a white pillar of light fell from the sky, and the temple covered by the pillar of light began to burn, and the black aura quickly disappeared in the flames.

[System prompt: You have entered the range of Sijia Snow Mountain]