Constantine’s words are very tempting.

But Voodoo Warlock is not a fool, Baishen, who will be easily convinced by Constantine.

This guy is dark from his face to his heart.

Especially the hands, which were even blacker than Constantine's, and the black ones began to turn green.

The original intention of voodoo or voodoo originating from voodoo is certainly not evil. The word voodoo refers to elves.

Kind and universal ancestor worship and nature worship.

It was not until the poor they were sent onto the big ship to America that Vodoo and Voodoo completely changed their taste.

But not many people care about this origin.

Because Voodoo has long welcomed a strong man, a strong man who is enough to compete with the Supreme Mage.

So at this time, midnight faced Constantine, but his eyes were a little flashing.

Midnight was not afraid of Constantine. If Constantine hadn’t had his head really been useful, he wouldn’t have formed any cooperative relationship with Constantine.

Sometimes things like unlucky are really contagious.

And the biggest reliance of Midnight is! Jericho Drum!

Doctor Voodoo!

Unfortunately, midnight is his brother.

This is also an important reason why midnight dares to remain neutral in the world.

Neither heaven nor hell want to provoke a strong man comparable to the supreme mage.

Even that strong man always squatted at home when he was studying.

It’s like that powerful guy named Setorac has never been provoked by the initiative. Even the hell monarchs were cautious when facing Setorac.

"John, I think you want to taste the bad breath of the resurrection corpse."

Midnight stared at her eyes, and dark green light began to emerge from her hands again.

Although Midnight is not as powerful as it cannot be stopped, he is still much more powerful than Constantine in battle.

Constantine looked at the midnight in front of her and then pulled her shirt away.

"Come on, brother. Print me your mark!"

Constantine's tone made the veins on midnight's forehead hop.

This thing is so annoying!

But he is really capable.

"What do you use to guarantee my profits? John? Did it rely on the dry road you have been through which many people have passed?"

Midnight said while spitting out a series of strange sounds from his mouth.

Cold sweat immediately appeared on Constantine's head.

This is the movement to summon the resurrection corpse.

"Hey hey! What are you going to do? Although I don't mind being passive, I mind being a corpse on the initiative. Will the thing that resurrects the soul corpse really stop inside my body?"

Constantine's hand quietly grabbed the finger tiger he used to.

This thing has been completely renewed after he asked Rasuk for help.

The front end is engraved with the four letters F`U`C`K.

All the Bible verses above were directly touched and eliminated by Rasuk, and the attributes of divine damage were attached.

This thing is very useful now, at least it is much better than a magic wand.

If Karasim chose the reincarnation object of Constantine, he would be able to use his iron fist to convince those who interfere with humans.

Unfortunately, I can't change it, so there is no way.

"To be honest, if you plan to watch a heavy show, please let me take out my treasured cigarette first."

Constantine stared at midnight in front of her.

He was just talking. Constantine, who had no bottom line, did not intend to have a love relationship with the Vodou corpse.

The finger tiger on the fist has begun to emit a sacred light.

"Is this the power you get? Did you choose the angel?"

  Put the wine in your hand into your mouth at midnight, and then crunch the ice.

Constantine showed a charming smile: "You are going to try it yourself? That's a real honor."

“Aowoo!”

A resurrection corpse, which was called "extremely powerful" by the voodoo warlocks, rushed up directly.

This thing is more than enough to kill a Balza.

Just that level of demon, Barza may be the last one to be alive, although it is not as good as the one who dies.

"Bang~Scream~"

Constantine made a standard uppercut to the abdomen, and after making a punch, the body of the resurrection corpse began to burn directly.

The soul floated out of the corpse's mouth, and then disappeared all the way upwards.

"Is this the power of heaven? Now I am interested in listening to you telling you about specific things."

You will not be angry at midnight because you lose a resurrection corpse.

Now that he has seen Constantine's power, he has chosen to be the same as usual.

As a not-trustworthy ally, Midnight is professional.

It's as natural as Constantine walked into Gay.

Constantine smiled and did not say such words as "This is the power of the barbarians."

I got into the trap at midnight.

Then Doctor Voodoo will not be far away.

Midnight was sacrificed as a sacrifice to summon a powerful man of the Supreme Mage level. Midnight is so excellent.

Constantine was not sure if she had any hair left behind and other things that were used by Dr. Voodoo as a medium for cursing.

But he was ready.

He now hopes to cover his arm with Olir.

If someone can curse him by breaking through the protection of hope, then he will admit it.

"Don't say you don't know the time of the angel coming before."

Constantine turned her body sideways and posed in a boxing position.

Obviously he didn't plan to give up on the battle just like this.

This posture of the front hand hanging down and flashing back and forth between the waist and the back hand protecting the jaw was specially learned by Constantine from a boxing coach. It is called Detroit style.

It is said to be very useful.

This is also the first time he has tried to use this posture to fight.

Some are inappropriate.

But obviously someone has taken it seriously.

The coach obviously did not teach this guy Constantine carefully.

Because this posture has a very high requirement for physical conditions.

  Talent is the first step, and to achieve the effect, you also need a pair of arms long enough and strong shoulders.

Judges are a very useful technique, but it is just that for Constantine.

The problem of congenital deficiencies is not easy to make up for.

Midnight looked at Constantine's front hand with expressionless face and kept shaking her hands while provoking, and turned her body directly.

A large group of resurrection corpses who had just been awakened had appeared in Constantine's sight.

"No matter how powerful the weapon you get, this cannot cover up the fact that you are a weak person, John." Midnight said with his back to Constantine: "Your physical strength cannot support you in the continuous battle, and this is my territory, and there are endless things like resurrection corpses."

Constantine put away her posture and laughed.

"Are you planning to go to hell? I think you will fall in love with that electric chair."

Constantine mocked midnight.

This voodoo warlock will not trust him honestly and will definitely find specific information by himself.

This is enough.

Dr. Voodoo immediately had a reason to go out to fight.
To be continued...