The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The magic stick gradually lost its former luster due to the sudden fall of its owner, and fell heavily to the ground with a crackling sound.

On this ruthlessly frozen smooth ground, Clover couldn't stand steadily at all. He could only lie on the ground and move forward bit by bit with his hands.

Theresa, pierced by the ice sword, lay on the ground. She lay there quietly, without a breath of life.

"No...no..." Clover held the ice sword on her body. Her hands were frostbitten and the biting cold made her tremble uncontrollably, but she still pulled hard, trying to pull out the ice sword.

Because if it is not removed in time, the cold air will spread into the body through the wound. Even if you survive, you will be left with difficult-to-cure sequelae.

With her current strength, she was unable to shake the hard ice sword.

"What on earth are you doing! She didn't do anything! Instead, she helped to solve the monster. Why are you treating her like this!" Clover cried and shouted loudly to Snow Lotus in the distance, her voice full of despair and anger.

"There is no reason to judge people. She is also a human being and she has the right to know the truth!"

Her tears continued to flow, dripping onto the cold ground and merging with it.

"Sometimes, it's really important to focus solely on the results." Xuelian frowned slightly, exhaled a wisp of white mist, and said slowly with a solemn expression, "This is the choice made by the Goddess of Judgment."

"Choice? Why do I have to follow others just because I become a Saint? Just because I have more favor from the goddess than others, I am completely different from ordinary people? It is indeed different, because everything the Saint of Judgment says is right!"

Clover shouted angrily, "The result is the most important? Then the process is not important at all? You keep saying that if you get blood loss disease, you will die. I actually knew the result a long time ago, so why did I still fight so hard until now!"

Clover gasped, her body trembling slightly. She pointed at Snow Lotus and said, "What makes you say that your judgment is correct?"

Her tone was full of grievance and unwillingness, which touched Xuelian's heart deeply.

If she had any confession, it would not be enough for her to say so many words. After all, confession can reveal the result more efficiently.

"This is...the decision of the Goddess of Judgment."

"I have nothing to say."

Clover bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddened. She wiped away her tears and continued to struggle to pull out the sword stuck in Theresa's body.

Her body was already weak at this point, and every movement seemed extremely difficult. Her vision was a little dark, but she still tried her best to pull out the icy sword. Her frozen red hands trembled from the excessive force.

A small black tentacle suddenly stretched out from Theresa's body, tightly grasped Clover's red, frozen hands, and rubbed them affectionately.

"What...what is this?" Clover sobbed and looked at the scene in surprise.

When she looked closely, she found that the small tentacle was actually the mysterious substance she had eaten and which helped her recover.

The tentacles of the black hand continued to spread towards the place where Theresa was pierced, and the cold air that permeated the surroundings was gradually blocked out.

Suddenly, Theresa opened her eyes and found that everything was safe and sound except for an ice sword stuck in her body.

What just happened? The moment it was inserted, my brain instantly went blank, as if I had lost all ability to think, just like a computer suddenly crashed.

Could this be the special effect of the sword in her hand?

"Wuwuwu...!" Clover hugged Theresa tightly and cried loudly. Her cry was full of helplessness and fear, which made people feel pity.

Seeing Clover so sad, Theresa gently stroked her back, trying to comfort her, but her eyes were always fixed on the girl in the distance, with an unfriendly light in her golden eyes.

"What was that just now?" Xuelian muttered to herself in confusion.

She saw the girl who was pierced by the Sword of Judgment, and saw something seemed to emerge from the girl's body, preventing the cold air from spreading further.

How many secrets does she hold? What crime did she commit to deserve her trial and execution?

At this moment, Xuelian suddenly stretched out her hand, and the ice sword in the distance seemed to be summoned by her and began to tremble on Theresa's chest.

Then the man and the sword flew over together and landed steadily in Xuelian's hands.

"How did you do that? Logically, your brain should have been frozen."

Xuelian gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, swung it hard, and actually lifted her up in the air.

The Eye of Judgment kept scanning her, but after repeated inspections, it could only see the judgment.

Whoosh-!

Two sticks suddenly flew over from a distance and were tightly grasped by Theresa at an extremely fast speed. Her eyes were sharp and she launched a swift attack on Xuelian's head without hesitation.

Xuelian reacted quickly, swung the sword in her hand, and quickly retreated away from Theresa's attack.

However, she ignored the fact that there was a stick behind Theresa that was spinning rapidly and emitting a blazing beam of light.

Theresa seized the opportunity and kicked Xuelian's stomach hard with both feet.

Xuelian felt pain and had no choice but to pull the sword out of her body and struggle to resist the fierce beam attack.

When the beam of light hit the sword in Xuelian's hand, it only made a crisp impact sound.

Xuelian frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

She swung her sword lightly, and a sharp sword energy instantly knocked the stick away.

At this time, Xuelian had lost some patience. She quickly used her keen perception to accurately find Theresa's location.

To her surprise, Theresa's body, where there should have been a deep, penetrating wound, now looked completely healed, as if she had never been injured.

Could it be...

At the same time, Theresa also noticed Xuelian approaching.

She saw Xuelian swooping down like a bird, and knew in her heart that the other party had also lost his patience.

So she recalled the section of the stick that had been knocked away before, and recombined it with the stick in her hand into a complete magic stick. She used all her strength to swing the magic stick forward.

boom--!

With a loud bang, the Divine Light Rod and the Sword of Judgment collided head-on, and a powerful air wave burst out instantly.

The gust of wind swept past like a strong wind, blowing the weak and pitiful four-leaf clover in the distance directly to the ground.

"This weapon is excellent. Ordinary weapons will be stained with frost after just a short period of contact with it, becoming as fragile and brittle as ice."

Xuelian gripped the Sword of Judgment tightly in both hands and pressed it down hard, trying to gain the upper hand by force.

When it comes to strength, how could Theresa lose to others?

She also held the magic stick tightly in both hands and confronted Xuelian without flinching. The two sides were in a fierce stalemate.

Almost at the same time, a powerful aura burst out from both of them.

Both of them were smart and knew that continuing the stalemate would be disadvantageous to both sides, so it would be better to take the initiative and break the deadlock.

Xuelian cast a blizzard again. The violent and cold blizzard made Theresa feel difficult to breathe and open her eyes.

I can't keep wasting time with her like this, or I'll be the one who can't hold on any longer.

Light suddenly appeared around Theresa, and countless light arrows were generated at an astonishing speed, with the arrowheads flashing with dazzling light.

At the same time, Xuelian was not to be outdone. Cold air filled the air, and sharp ice spikes condensed out of thin air, flashing with chilling light.

The golden eyes met the blue eyes, and sparks flew instantly.

At this moment, both sides launched an attack at the same time, and light arrows and ice spikes shot out like a rainstorm.

Clover leaned against the tree weakly and with difficulty. Her vision had become blurred. She could only vaguely see two blurry figures fighting fiercely in the center of the flying golden and blue lights.

The interlaced and flickering lights made it almost impossible for her to distinguish the movements of the two people. All she could hear were the continuous sounds of fierce collisions and explosions.

The Saint of Judgment let me off the hook. It seemed that my words still had an impact on her.

The child was only spared because the saint had determined that she was a human being. If it was discovered that she also had that strange thing in her body, she would surely die.

Theresa held the divine light stick tightly in both hands, and the stick was shining with golden light. She took a step forward suddenly, and the long stick swept out, bringing up a sharp wind sound.

Xuelian stamped her left foot, and a pillar of ice rose up, avoiding the sharp edge of the long stick. She twisted her wrist and pierced Theresa's throat.

Theresa reacted quickly and raised her staff, blocking the fatal blow.

The crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed in the air, and sparks flew everywhere.

She took advantage of the situation and swung her long stick, hitting Xuelian's waist.

Xuelian was not afraid at all. She did a backflip and leaped lightly into the air. As she fell, she chopped down Theresa's head with her sword.

Theresa used the stick to block the impact, but the powerful force caused her feet to leave two deep marks on the ground.

"Sinful words." Xuelian sighed lightly and said calmly.

After all, this was imposed by the Goddess of Judgment herself, so it's not surprising that she can use it.

Ugh! This feeling, my throat... is so uncomfortable! What's going on? I can't even speak.

Theresa suddenly felt a sharp pain and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, which was flowing from her throat.

Xuelian had already had the upper hand, and now she suppressed Theresa to the point where she could not move. One of her legs was kneeling on the ground, but she still held on tightly with the stick.

"What are you still holding on to? If I wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago." Xuelian said coldly with a frosty face.

At the same time, the pressure continued to be applied, and a powerful force fluctuated. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply again, as if falling into an ice cave in an instant, and it was freezing cold.

You ask me what I am insisting on? Isn't this a ridiculous question?

One or both of them were like this, whether they were Left Brain or Saint, they acted condescending and always kept her hanging like this, even though she was clearly trying hard to resist.

Seeing that the person under the sword did not react for a long time, Xuelian thought that Theresa had given up resistance. Suddenly, without any warning, a dark tentacle jumped out.

The tentacle carried a heart-pounding power, like a black lightning, extremely fast.

This sudden change made Xuelian, who was originally a little dazed, unable to react for a moment. There was a cut on her face, and she stood there with her mouth slightly open.

She touched the wound on her face and it was indeed bleeding.

Swish swish!

Theresa lowered her head in silence, and several more tentacles appeared behind her. These tentacles quickly transformed into pitch-black sickles, flashing with cold light, and continuously swung and slashed at Xuelian with astonishing speed and strength.

Xuelian came back to her senses from the shock. She tightly gripped the Sword of Judgment in her hand, and facing Theresa's attack, she wielded the sword flexibly, accurately cutting off every attacking sickle.

Every time the sword and sickle collided, there was a crisp sound.

These tentacles seemed to possess independent self-awareness, their division of labor being extremely clear. Two of them transformed into black sickles, slashing swiftly, while the remaining tentacles, like ghosts, constantly harassed the snow lotus.

From time to time, he would hook her legs, making her steps stagger and become unstable; from time to time, he would wrap his hands around her wrists, trying to affect her moves; he would even accurately hook her sword, disrupting her attack rhythm.

So this thing is filth... Xuelian seems to have finally found the charges to judge Theresa.

A golden long stick swept towards Xuelian with a whistling sound. It was Theresa who had successfully escaped from the effect of the sin words. She coordinated with the attack of the black hand, and this stick strike was sure to hit the target!

boom!

Yes, the magic stick did hit Xuelian solidly, but it didn't feel right, as if it hit an extremely hard block of ice?

"A while ago, when I read in a letter that a young girl had defeated the Filth alone and survived, I was very happy. However, I didn't expect this kind of outcome. You're a monster, right?"

Xuelian's tone was extremely cold. The deep blue cross eyes only glanced at Theresa, which made her feel that something was wrong. She immediately launched a large-scale divine time.

Time slowed down again. Theresa didn't dare to hesitate and quickly distanced herself from him.

At this time, Xuelian was surrounded by falling white snowflakes. If she was just one step later, she would have been instantly frozen into ice.

God's time is over.

The moment Xuelian cast Blizzard, everything became completely different.

A strong wind suddenly arose, sweeping over with a roar, and the cold air instantly filled the air.

Large flakes of snow fluttered down from the sky, dancing wildly like shredded cotton wool. The strong wind carried the snowflakes, forming white swirls that further blurred the already dim vision.

A thin layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of the stream, and the ice continued to spread around, making a crackling sound.

Four-leaf clover?!

Theresa came to Clover and instantly summoned a brilliant light shield in front of her, trying her best to resist the raging blizzard.

"So much for playing house."

Xuelian's voice came coldly from the blizzard, and she walked out slowly.

She was seen holding the Sword of Judgment, which emitted a mysterious deep blue light, tightly in one hand, while in the other hand she was holding the pure white ice sword, named Bingpo, which was the product of her practice of ice arcane to the extreme.

Theresa's black hand kept floating up and down beside her, and she was about to face the unreserved full-strength attack of the Saint of Judgment.