The small crystals of the aether particles formed a dark red katana, which was not as cold and glittering as ordinary steel, but exuded a terrifying aura. Countless dark red crystals were constantly flowing, changing directions, but they were methodical, making this piece of aether particles always take the shape of a katana, looking so poignant.

Yes, in Joaquin's mind, if he really had to find a word to describe the katana in his hand, Joaquin could only use the word "poignant".

Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, Joaquin did not hesitate at all, and slashed hard. In a moment, Joaquin felt a strong sense of death, which was a creepy feeling, and Joaquin, who had always been calm, trembled violently in his heart. You know, even the ontological Joaquin is not so unbearable in the face of the powerful spiritual plague of the Caliban

Suddenly lowered his head, and behind him, a ghostly figure passed by, and the killing intent was pervasive, but there was no conspiracy to succeed. Only an endless aura of death was left around Joaquin's body.

Just stunned, Joaquin only felt that he was enveloped by a spiritual plague. Although Joaquin himself has not really experienced the spiritual plague, but at this time Joakin's heart is sour, and endless negative emotions, fear, and panic are pouring out of his heart

"How many unconscionable things a person has done can he tolerate so many emotions in his heart." Joaquin silently lowered his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth with a hint of bitterness. Then. The gaze was slight. The dark amber eyes suddenly brightened, the psychic ability burst out, rushing in his brain, under the joy of the power of the phoenix, Joaquin's whole body shook up and down, in Joaquin's world, everything was clear, and the amber eyes silently stared at the three generations of plague in front of him. Shaking his head slightly, "You look down on me too much, I don't deserve this." ”

The three generations of plague looked at Joaquin dumbfounded, he knew that Joaquin was strong, but he definitely never thought that Joaquin was so strong! All along, such a powerful plague knight transformed by the apocalypse was deflated for the first time. Walking south and north, conquering all the way, the three generations of plague have become accustomed to kneeling in front of him one after another, and have become accustomed to watching those so-called strong people cry bitterly. Trembling and begging for mercy, I didn't expect it anyway. In just a few seconds, Joaquin had been freed from his plague abilities.

The three generations of plague, who were immersed in shock, came back to their senses for a long time, but their pupils suddenly shrank, because, behind Jooquin, was a tall figure, although bathed in the sun, but it seemed to be like a shadow, under the rich dead air around his body, there was a wild breath that could not be concealed, and the heavy wheezing voice even Caliban himself in the distance felt a bloodthirsty breath. None other than Death Knight Wolverine!

The power of the Apocalypse is undoubted, since being transformed by the Apocalypse, Wolverine has completely turned into another person, a person who crawled out of hell, a person who does not say a word and hides everything about himself in the dark. This scene in front of him made the three generations of plague even more terrifying, because Wolverine actually broke through the transformation of the apocalypse and returned to its complete wildness. What kind of situation does a person have to face in order to completely recover his nature and show his most naked side?

At this time, Wolverine's huge war knife was sticking to Jookin's neck, and the heavy and fiery snort sprayed on Jookin's neck, and the two rough and heavy palms were constantly trembling, as if they had used all their strength, but they couldn't make the war knife move down the slightest.

"Ahh Wolverine finally spoke, and finally roared, how long has it been, and the three generations of plague finally heard Wolverine's voice again, this man who is like a walking corpse, erupted like a volcano. It sounded like a powerful momentum, and it seemed to be an unstoppable momentum, but it still didn't make the war knife move a bit.

Wolverine's green muscles were sudden, beads of sweat were left continuously, and the rough big hand was almost about to crush the handle of the knife, at this moment, the nature was exposed, and the original black faint fog was even thicker, and the two different momentum and temperament complemented each other and intertwined, bursting out with the most amazing energy.

However, it didn't work.

"What are you shouting!" Joaquin turned around sharply and kicked out, and the majestic and mighty Wolverine behind him was violently knocked out like a cannonball, and he plunged into the wall, half of his body into the wall.

At this moment, seeing such a picture, the Plague Knight's body trembled slightly. Yes, he was defeated in his strongest place, and he was slain in a complete body, such a blow is not small, and three generations of plagues have always liked to deprive their enemies of their faith, cruelly and forcefully shattering the defensive shells of their hearts. At this time, the three generations of plague had a huge impact on their own faith.

This ability that was transformed and gifted by the master was defeated so easily? The plague ability that he had always been proud of was easily blown away by Joaquin.

After being transformed by his master, Wolverine slashed and killed all the way in this world of strong people, killing those so-called cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods crying and grabbing the ground, wailing in pain. And now, Wolverine didn't even have the qualifications to move, and the sharp blade was attached to Joaquin's neck, using all his might, but he couldn't slash down a single bit.

Was that Wolverine, who was kicked out and had no power to fight back, really his companion? Is it really a death knight who has been transformed by his master? Are we really strong? Is our master really the master of this world?

"Ma'am, if I were you, I wouldn't try to call the police. You know, there are three mutants in the hallway, you don't know any guy who can feel your movements, as a normal person, all you have to do is stay in the room quietly, praying for God's favor so that this battle will not affect you. Joaquin took a step forward and pinched the three generations of plague Caliban, who were still sluggish, with one hand. Joaquin didn't care about Caliban's mental activity, he had already seen Louise Lane's movements with his psychic abilities.

Behind the door, Louise Lane let out a soft cry of fright, and her already trembling hands suddenly let go, and the phone in her hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

"I'm sorry to scare you, I guess 'I' was provoked too much, so I'm here to solve all this. Otherwise, 'I' might take them somewhere else to solve the problem." Behind Louise Lane, a voice suddenly came out, slightly low, very much in line with the tense atmosphere now. is a doppelganger of Joaquin.

"Ahh Louise Lane covered her mouth with her hands, forced herself to stop shouting, and quickly turned around to see an identical Joaquin in the open kitchen not far away, opening the refrigerator and looking for something in it. After a few seconds, Joaquin was seen pulling out a can of iced milk from inside

"You're, you're a diamond," Louise Lane's lips trembled slightly, it was clear that Joaquin had made a name for himself on Earth. And Joaquin's positive image is more, especially after people realize that they themselves are also potential mutants, and their descendants are potential mutants, the interests of ordinary people and mutants are infinitely unified, and the relationship is no longer antagonistic, even "hot" can't describe the relationship between mutants and ordinary people at this time, and now it can only be described as "glue-like".

However, the look of vigilance on Louise Lane's face still did not dissipate, even if Joaquin's positive image was predominant, but a weak rabbit, even if he encountered a lion who was not hostile, he would involuntarily feel fear.

Inside the house, the doppelganger was chatting with Louise Lane hotly, and outside, the main body Joaquin grabbed Caliban's neck with one hand, looking at the slightly dull eyes, Joaquin did not hesitate, nor did he have any intention of exploring, and cleanly crushed the neck of the three generations of plagues.

The power of the phoenix is obviously "grabbing" with Joaquin, although Joaquin's body is a fragment of the phoenix, and he is no longer the bear child with independent consciousness. But it still craves energy, and the three generations of plague are undoubtedly the great tonic of the great tonic.

"Eh, I'll absorb it first" Joaquin reined in the power of the phoenix, and his hands were quite bloody and split Caliban's head and body in half, and the devouring power poured out.

"The surrounding residents, except for Louise who was chatting with No. 2, I tied up the others, and they didn't see anything." A doppelganger walked over and reported as he entered Joakin's body.

After a while, another Joaquin walked over: "I've taken care of the monitoring and everything, don't worry." After speaking, he ignored Joaquin, who was still enjoying himself, and got into Joaquin's body by himself.

"I said, are you stupid, there is still a wolf here!" The last doppelganger finally came over from the survival passage and guarded the side of the main body Joaquin, obviously, this doppelganger has a bit of his own personality, and it is estimated that he is a maverick master.

There is no way, there are many doppelgangers, and it is inevitable that there will be a few such bear children.

"Then you're going to play with him." Joaquin said while absorbing the power of three generations of plagues, closing his eyes.

"Cut, that's what you said, don't feel sorry to kill you." The doppelganger Joaquin snorted coldly, picked up the fallen huge war knife on the side, patted Wolverine's ass with the blade, and said, "Hey, Uncle Wolf, wake up, the sun is drying your ass, hurry up, let's fight"

Ontology Joaquin: ""

(To be continued......)