The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

From the very beginning, she stood there in a daze, and her look was really infuriating.

Xuelian had a complicated expression, and her eyes revealed confusion and helplessness.

Theresa slowly stretched out her hand, attempting to summon the divine light stick that was buried in the thick snow.

No matter how she moved it, the magic wand was stuck in the snow, motionless, as if it was stubbornly resisting her call.

As expected, in this state, I can no longer drive the arcane.

So what was she now? She looked down at her body, feeling the fluid coursing through her veins, each time, filled with an unknown power.

Haha, it really is a monster.

Theresa slowly put away her smile, and the trace of emotion that had been on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Xuelian again with her scarlet eyes. There seemed to be countless complex emotions mixed in her gaze.

The next second, she stretched out her finger expressionlessly and pointed directly at Xuelian.

At this moment, several small black balls suddenly appeared beside her.

That was the remains of the cross-cut hammer that Xuelian had used and exploded after it was smashed into pieces. It was also one of Left Brain's favorite tricks.

Swish-!

With a slight sound, Xuelian took a few steps back vigilantly, staring closely at everything in front of her.

I saw those black balls began to change strangely, gradually turning into ink-black thorns.

These black thorns kept bending and extending, and they stabbed straight towards the snow lotus at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, Xuelian's eyes flashed, and her right hand quickly released cold air, which once again turned into indestructible ice spirit.

The black thorn hit the sword, making a sizzling sound.

There were too many black thorns, so Xuelian had to retreat and block them at the same time, swinging the Ice Soul Sword in her hand tightly, knocking all the black thorns away.

In desperation, she jumped and landed behind a huge rock.

But those black thorns were merciless. They all gathered together like a huge drill, instantly piercing the hard stone and turning it into flying gravel.

A sharp sword energy burst out from the sword in her hand. Wherever the sword energy passed, all the black thorns were shattered. The fragments of black thorns flew everywhere like black snowflakes.

The powerful wind and waves that erupted made Xuelian close her eyes for a moment.

In that brief moment, danger quietly approached. When Xuelian opened her eyes again, Theresa's fist was already reflected in her sight.

She... is laughing?

There seemed to be a hint of coldness and complacency in that smile.

This attack was obviously aimed at Xuelian's head, and the speed was so fast that it caught people off guard.

Xuelian had no time to raise her sword to defend herself, so she had to slightly turn sideways to try to avoid the fatal blow.

But the powerful impact still hit her left shoulder directly. The huge force came like a surging tide, and she was instantly knocked several meters away.

In mid-air, Xuelian tried hard to stay awake, stumbling and trying to adjust her posture.

She held the Ice Soul Sword tightly in her hand, and when it was about to fall to the ground, she thrust the Ice Soul into the ground fiercely.

The sword blade rubbed against the ground, leaving a long ice mark to reduce the impact.

Ice chips flew everywhere, and Xuelian's body finally stabilized slowly, but she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder.

Is this considered cold protection?

Theresa frowned slightly and looked at her left fist, which was already covered with a layer of white frost and exuded a hint of coldness.

She gently moved her wrist, feeling the chill. Then, several small black hands appeared like snakes and slowly covered it.

Ah, what a hassle.

Why not just destroy everything?

Hehehe...

The black hand inside her body sensed Theresa's strong emotional fluctuations and slowly extended two unique tentacles from behind her.

Compared to the other tentacles, which were as black as ink, these two tentacles were particularly eye-catching, with bright red lines on their bodies, like burning flames, winding and spreading all over their bodies. Those red lines emitted an eerie light.

The power of these red powders was also keenly absorbed by Black Hand and evolved.

They pounded the ground with all their might, and the loud noise echoed like thunder in the snowy land, causing the surrounding snowflakes to flutter down.

This powerful impact successfully carried Theresa high into the air.

"Look at me!"

Theresa's hoarse roar was heard in the air, and the voice was full of madness.

At the same time, Xuelian drew her sword without hesitation and stared at Theresa in the air.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on Theresa's body, covering her with a mysterious and terrifying veil. Her short hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and her scarlet eyes flashed with strange light.

Driven by the tentacles behind her, it instantly surged from Theresa's back into her arms.

The dark tentacles surged rapidly in her arms like an evil torrent.

Then, a huge sickle emerged from Theresa's palm and chopped down towards Xuelian from high in the sky.

It seems that any questions have to be asked after she is woken up. Now that the blessing of the Goddess of Judgment is still there, it is not difficult for her to wake up a child who has gone crazy.

Xuelian's eyes became more determined, and the Sword of Judgment appeared again in her left hand.

Bang-dang——!

"Calm down! You are still in an unstable state. If you continue to drive filth, your sanity will be devoured." Xuelian said gritting her teeth.

Her left arm, which was used to block the attack, kept shaking, and the violent shaking seemed to tell of the powerful force of the previous attack.

There was still an icicle supporting her left arm, but it had now shattered into shards.

It was obvious that Theresa's attack just now was too much for her to bear.

Hearing what Xuelian said, Theresa was slightly startled, then slowly took away the sickle in her hand.

A smiling face appeared on her face, but there was an elusive weirdness in that smile.

It was as if at this moment, she turned back into the innocent little girl she once was.

The flaming black hands stretched out rapidly from both sides of Theresa, like the tentacles of a devil, heading straight for Snow Lotus.

The flames danced violently on the black hand, like raging flames from the abyss of hell, emitting suffocating heat waves.

“Bang! Bang!”

The continuous explosions were deafening.

Xuelian was blown back, leaving deep footprints on the snow with every step.

Her clothes had been blown to pieces, with torn strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, leaving only the clothes covering her key parts. Her blue hair was a little messy, and her face was covered with dust.

She is so lucky, even though she has never given such a lovely smile to anyone else.

Of course she knew that she would lose her mind. Every time she used this power, she would have a headache and every nerve would be throbbing. You could clearly feel every nerve twitching.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into her bones, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her brain, driving her almost crazy.

She slowly picked up an icicle from the ground, which emitted a hint of chill in the cold air.

Theresa inserted the ice spike into her temple expressionlessly, then stirred it gently to regain some consciousness.

No matter what, this high and mighty saint must suffer.