A resentful voice squeezed forward in the air, and the ethereal chants around it tightly wrapped it, like a group of heavily armed special forces tightly guarding the death row felons who were tied hand and foot, although the prisoner was surrounded by groups, but the ferocity and malice he revealed still penetrated out of his body coldly and tyrannically, telling all the lives around him the resentment and indescribable killing intent that could not be vented in his heart!

'You are all going to die!!

When the distorted voice of resentment forcibly passed through the glorious chant and reached the ears of the three of them, they all shivered involuntarily, as if they had been poured a large basin of ice water on their heads, and they could not help themselves from trembling.

At this moment, the crow suddenly regretted a little! he regretted accepting the task in front of him for the sake of greed for a moment! At this moment, a trace of strange fear captured his heart deeply, and in this smoke full of divine breath, it seemed that a dark shadow was slowly falling from the sky, trying to tear his soul apart, and maybe death was not the end of this fear, it was only the beginning of another kind of suffering!

The crow took two steps back sharply, leaning against the wall behind him with a 'bang', the black feathers on his body were all propped up, looking like he would attack at any time, his face was unusually pale at this time, the smoke around him not only did not bring him more security, but made his fear clearer, he raised a hand and pointed to the ceiling of the hall tremblingly, and shouted in a distorted voice: "That, what is that?"

This vicious and tyrannical voice made Thomas also panic, at this moment his heart was beating rapidly, his eyes looked around vigilantly, as if some ghost was hidden in this diffuse sacredness, just when everyone's nerves were highly tense, the crow's cry immediately broke the tightly pulled bowstring!

A large cloud of blue lightning burst out of his mace, and with the power running out, Thomas finally regained a little sense of security that he had not felt for a long time, and he subconsciously followed the panicked voice and looked up at the ceiling.

A small black shadow was attached to the ceiling, like a wriggling ball of seaweed, this thick black drifted wantonly in the sacred smoke, I don't know if it was Thomas's illusion, but in a short moment, the black shadow swelled slightly around.

Thomas and Morin opened their mouths wide, staring at the black shadow like a sea anemone floating in the sea in amazement, their hearts seemed to rise to their throats, as if they could spit it out with just two gentle coughs, and the smoke around them seemed to be startled by this strange blackness, hovering around it, not daring to approach it at all, this black appeared in front of everyone's eyes like this, spreading fear.

The black mass floating in the air began to grow in size in the midst of everyone's astonishment, slowly peeking out of the ceiling above their heads! The black anemone-like roots were his hair, and underneath that hair was a creepy pale face!

The moment the three of them saw this face, a thought came to their minds, that is: the owner of this pale face is Francis Bacon!

His face was covered with the black vein-like lines, which twisted on his face as if he had life, like a parasitic long worm, and from time to time a little black liquid-like thing dripped from these black lines, shooting vertically to the ground like a bullet, and where the bullet passed, the originally sacred smoke scattered like a deserter.

Slowly his whole face appeared from the ceiling, followed by his neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, and finally a pair of feet, and Francis Bacon suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, standing upside down on the ceiling, and he stared at the humans on the ground, his eyes like cloudy crystals condensed by resentment.

He raised a vigorous hand, stared at the black lines all over the palm, with extreme pain and fear in his expression, and then suddenly hugged his head, as if he was enduring some unbearable torture, he suddenly opened his big mouth and screamed desperately!

Thomaston felt layers of cold wind blow in his face, freezing all his clothes, flesh, bones, and soul, it was a lifeless cold! a cold that froze his mind! a cold that tore everything apart!

Fortunately, at this time, Thomas and Morin have been relieved from the initial shock and fear, they know that this is the last moment of life and death, the two experienced exorcists will definitely not be restrained, Thomas exerted all his strength, absorbed the white holy light in the air into his body, forming a powerful blessing, the mace in his hand bloomed with unprecedented brilliant blue electric light, like a huge blue lightning ball instantly appeared in his hand, and even his eyes were filled with blue arcs。

In the face of this unprecedented crisis, Thomas immediately burned all his strength, turned into lightning in his hand that could tear everything apart, and struck at the resentful spirit that was holding his head, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Crow, if you don't want to die, shoot with all your might!"

Before Thomas's words fell, a large flame lit up behind him, and Morin, who was in full agreement with Thomas, also broke out at this moment, holding a large incense burner in his hand, and at this time, the exquisite bronze vessel carved with the hollow pattern of the angel turned into a dark red furnace that seemed to be imprisoned in magma!

In the midst of this furnace was a terrifying flame that rushed uncontrollably, and at this time, Merlin threw this fireball towards the wraith with all his might, and the blue electric light was like a red and blue destruction spirit, trying to wipe out the source of all this misfortune from this world!

The raven leaned against the wall tightly, watching in horror the terrifying resentful spirit that slowly grew from the ceiling, the terrifying aura that made the soul tremble like a sea tide surging fiercely! At this moment, he regretted it to death, he knew that it was a terrible guy of this magnitude, and he would never be blinded by a heritage.

Just when he was terrified, Thomas and Morin in front of him suddenly burst out with great power and rushed towards the ghost of Francis Bacon, and at the same time, Thomas's roar also made the crow wake up at once!

That's right! This guy doesn't look like something he can communicate with! How could he let go of a stranger who ran into his territory? The exorcist was right, if you don't want to die, you have to go all out!

The crow gritted his teeth, ripped off all the four raven skulls on his neck, and threw it into the air without caring about distress and saving, and the feathers all over his body exploded, flying into the air one after another, and instantly attached to the bodies of the four spirit ravens, making them look like real ravens!

Damn! Now I have to fight!