Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Only then did Meng understand that the angel summoning technique of the Angel Sect and the domestic evil sect's refinement of ghost generals have basically the same principle, both of which are powerful thugs created by gathering dead "spirits" and using quantitative changes to trigger qualitative changes.

It's just that the strength of the Angel Cult is too great. Relying on the blatant preaching of the pirates around the world, they have attracted countless good believers. The pigeon elites created with their willingly dedicated souls are far from the ones that everyone in China shouts and beats. The so-called ghost generals refined by the demon way are comparable.

After understanding the nature of the so-called angels, Meng Lang no longer held back. He raised his hand and condensed hundreds of lightning flying swords from the void...and pointed at Alessandro.

"Fuck! Meng Lang! It's obviously you and Lord Gabriel duel, why are you hitting me!? Do you still have any chivalry?" Alessandro was startled by the rain of swords, and hurriedly hid behind his pigeon spirit Put your mouth on it.

'Hehe~ Isn't it common sense to stare at the main body to fight with Summoning professional PK? '

Meng Lang sneered in his heart, taking advantage of his power, he took advantage of the opportunity of the pigeon spirit to block the rain of swords for his master, and slashed at him with his sword. At the same time, he did not forget his traditional performing skills:

"Mr. Duck Calling, if your brain is really weak, you should consider quitting breathing. For a naive person like you, you should drink more motherwort cream to nourish your brain."

Alessandro: "..."

He really wanted to ask his teacher, why did he know the meaning of every word said by the guy in front of him, but couldn't understand it together?

However, Meng Lang didn't care whether he understood or not, he waved his hand and condensed more flying sword attacks while still talking non-stop:

"Only you, kid, have the nerve to be fair to me? Did I stop you when you held up the magic book to promote family planning to me? Let's talk about it. The broken scriptures you read haven't been decorated to make them sound good. Do you still want to How do I let the sea go?"

As soon as the words fell, Meng's eyes flashed, and the ice sword changed into a horizontal slash halfway through the stabbing, and leaped high with a whoosh, the sword light went straight, like a raging tide hitting the shore, or like a huge wave crushing the top, in the turbulent and infinite sword intent Contains the killing intent of Sen Luo, after cutting off the flame sword in the hands of the pigeons, the power remains undiminished and he will be the head.

With just a pop, the pigeon spirit, which was originally surrounded by holy light, tried several times in succession under Meng Lang's sword filled with the demon-possessed black qi, but failed to get his head back. The solid phantom exploded after a few seconds turned into a sky full of stars.

"You! How dare you!"

Alessandro stared dumbfounded at the invincible Archangel being blown up, and was stunned for a while...

ps: first update

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4 Chapter [-] Meng Lang's "Little White Boat" is for everyone

"What are you? Stay away and don't disturb the old man playing the piano!"

Pushing Alessandro to the ground, Meng Lang held the ice sword in his palm, rubbed it slightly, and transformed it into an ice qin.

Angels are composed of the "spirits" of countless believers. Although they have been blown up by themselves on the surface, they can be summoned again at any time as long as the star points that make up the angels are still there. Meng Lang wanted to see if he could use other methods to remove them once and for all. This trouble.

"Hi, all you idiots who don't open your eyes and believe in the angelic teaching, I'm giving you a piece of "Little White Boat".

"Zheng~zheng~zheng..."

Alessandro, who was sitting on the ground, listened to this piece of music, and suddenly felt an urge to climb the mountain...

Even he, a foreigner with a high level of holy light cultivation, would be affected by the sound of the piano, not to mention the star points scattered in the room, which disintegrated one by one at the turn of the tune, turning into smaller star points until disappeared without a trace.

"You... what did you just do?" Alessandro got up from the ground, only to feel that his mind was still dizzy.

"You care about me?" Meng Lang curled his lips, and turned his eyes to the much dimmer Bright Magic Book in the other party's arms, "Give this book to Kangkang!"

"do not want!"

"Give me Kang Kang!"

"No!"

"I asked you to give me Kangkang!" Meng, too lazy to pretend to be a decent person with the other party, kicked Alessandro to the ground with a flying kick, and snatched the magic book of light.

In the next second, bloody runes flowed on it.

'Um?So the so-called bright magic book turned out to be this kind of thing? '

Originally, Meng Lang thought it was a magic weapon similar to a soul-calling banner, and wondered if he could snatch it back and give it to Feng Xingtong as a trump card. Who knew that this book turned out to be just a book similar to a locator? Something... This is much more terrifying than the soul-calling banner he guessed before!

After all, no matter how strong the magic book is, it stands to reason that there is an upper limit to what it can carry the "spirit", but now Alessandro can rely on only one coordinate to recruit a combat force that is less than half the world from half the world. Is it just a slightly weaker pigeon spirit?

If you use the Xian family from the Northeast as a reference comparison, if all the "spirits" stored in Fantegang, the headquarters of the Angel Cult, are summoned into an army of angels, they will be dozens of times stronger than the Xian family group in the Northeast. Not only that.

This is by no means good news for the flower-growing alien world...

Feeling that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier, Meng Lang casually threw the Bright Magic Book back to Alessandro.

The strength of this young second cardinal lies in its natural fit with the angel summoning technique. The function of the magic book is only to help reduce some summoning time. Even if it is destroyed, it will not bring much loss to the Angel Cult.

That being the case, it's better to let this foolish guy go for the time being. If possible, Meng Lang wants to add fuel to the flames and help him secure his position as the next successor of the Angel Sect.

If the leader of the enemy turns into a pig, the threat to the flower growers will be reduced a lot.

Thinking of this, Meng switched his expression to the [passionate] mode: "This... Bishop Alex, right? The two of us don't know each other now, I wonder if you would like to make friends with me?" Where's your friend?"

The honest pastor shook his head resolutely: "I don't want to! My mother said that if someone hits you once, he can hit you a second time. This kind of person should either stay far away, or call other friends to fight back.

And I'm just notoriously upright, not stupid!You cut the Archangel into a star, you are definitely a heathen, my dad won't let me be friends with heathens! "

"...With all due respect, what your mother said is somewhat reasonable. Isn't it a bit too much for your father not to let you be friends with pagans?"

Alessandro scratched his head: "Although I also think it is a bit too much, after all, many scientists I admire are not religious, but my father is the Pope after all, so there is nothing wrong with making such a request to me. That's what my great-grandfather asked him to do!"

Meng Lang: (￣ー￣)...

Son, the amount of information you leaked is a bit too much, right?

I said, how could the Angel Cult arrange for a fool to be the heir?The co-author has been a family business as early as I don't know how many years ago.

"...Okay, if you don't want to be a friend, then let's not be friends, then let's get down to business, please answer my question according to the law, is that okay?"

"Can I not answer? Dean Marcus told me not to talk to strangers."

"It's okay if you really don't want to answer, then I'll beat you up."

"... Sir, what would you like to know?"

The honest priest saw the terrifying black qi emanating from Meng's body, swallowed his saliva and immediately became aware.

With a serious expression on his face, Meng Lang cut to the chase and said, "What is the purpose of you and your companion coming to the Flower Planter? Did you succeed?"

"Of course I'm here to preach to the 170 seven holy souls! Didn't you come here just after drawing the magic circle?" Alessandro replied without thinking.

"..."

Meng Lang clenched his fists silently. Although he had guessed this possibility a long time ago, he still couldn't hide his anger when he heard that the other party wanted to hurt the heroic soul of his country rationally and vigorously.

After a long while, Meng Lang asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know that the martyrs of our country don't want to believe in your shit angelism at all?"

"Why? Those who can become heroic souls are the most noble souls. It is the responsibility of every priest with a conscience to extradite such souls to heaven for pleasure!"