Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Mashan saw the wings on the top of the tower.

His eyes and ears were so sharp that he could even hear Father Ricardo's singing clearly.

"... Your face rises from the darkness, and the sky is covered with colorful clouds. Facing your fire, the world is filled with joy... You make the stars recede, you make the earth bright, you are the king of the gods, and welcome your Fire, we go to eternal life..."

The cross on the top of the tower became brighter and brighter, red wings loomed, and a powerful pressure came from the void.

Mashan knew that this was the unique summoning technique of the Holy Light Society.

A church that can be guarded by golden knights must be of a very high level. The old man in the tower window was at least a diocesan bishop.

The higher the level, the more powerful the god that can be summoned.

Li Muchen met the Seraphim summoned by the Archbishop in Luo City. Of course, that might be because of the Black Fire.

At least now, Mashan doesn't see the number of wings on the top of the spire increasing.

But even so, the current situation is extremely unfavorable to him.

The battle between him and the Golden Knight is fierce, and within a few hundred rounds, the winner may not be decided.

It seems that the only option is to use the soul lamp.

Since the Zhulong Nine Yin Lantern was integrated into his body, Ma Shan had gained a life-saving magic weapon.

However, he never uses it lightly. Since it is a magic weapon of his own, it is of course used to save his life at critical moments.

Li Muchen also specifically told him not to reveal his soul lamp in front of others unless necessary, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. The so-called ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

On the other hand, he cultivated with the help of the Nine-Yin Lamp, and his energy as a candle dragon became stronger and stronger, and his physical body became stronger and stronger. Coupled with the supreme Taoist realm taught by Li Muchen, he broke through the shackles of "everyone does not practice Taoism" in the past, and he can be regarded as a real life. He is a master of dual cultivation. In the past three years in Haojiang, he has basically never encountered an opponent. There is no need to use his natal magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in Bei City today, I would encounter a tough battle.

The golden knight in front of him was as physically strong as him, and he was like a walking zombie, feeling no pain. The armor seemed to be able to absorb the energy of light, making his power inexhaustible.

Ma Shan fought with his hands and barely managed to tie with him. If he had a magic weapon that was suitable for his hands, he should be able to win faster.

But he only had a soul lamp on him and no other magical weapons.

Just when he was about to use the soul lamp, Father Ricardo finished reciting the spell.

Ricardo opened his arms, as if calling for the coming of God, and shouted loudly: "Burn these heretics! Holy light, cut off!"

The huge cross at the top of the tower suddenly exploded, shooting out a blazing white light and shining on Ma Shan.

The dazzling white light makes it impossible to open your eyes.

Mashan raised his arms to block the dazzling white light.

But the white light has swallowed him up.

The clothes on his body turned into ashes in the light, and his knotted muscles were like gold hammered with iron.

At this time, the golden knight was leaping into the air. Under the cover of the light, he slashed down with his sword and struck Ma Shan's raised arm.

The ground at the foot of Ma Shan seemed to melt in the blazing light, and Ma Shan's body sank under the pressure of the giant sword.

The light became more and more intense, eventually absorbing all the surrounding light and turning into a thick white light pillar.

Mashan disappeared into the beam of light.

The golden knight landed heavily, and the giant sword changed its position in the air, with the tip of the sword facing downwards, and was thrust into the ground hard.

Ruan Xiangdong and Wan Jinsheng were so stunned that they even forgot to escape.

This scene of hell or heaven is definitely not something that any mortal can know where they are when they see it.

The earth was still trembling and the light pillar had not subsided. There was a sudden fluctuation in the void. A Taoist priest in green appeared above the spire. He waved out a fly whisk and turned into thousands of threads and shot into the light.

"Hmph! Western spells, how dare you come to the land of China to show your disgrace!"

The light of the cross on the top of the tower began to dim, and the pair of red wings in the void were covered with silk threads.

Ricardo stood in the window and looked up, wondering what was happening.

He could only keep making signs of the cross, chanting incantations, and praying for the Lord of Holy Light to come.

The red wings trembled at the sound of his spell, creating flames and burning white silk, like a bound prisoner struggling in the flames.

The light of the cross shines brightly again.

Master Miaoyin sneered, formed a seal with one hand, and shouted: "Take it!"

The white silk wrapped around the wings began to tighten.

The burning wings struggled for a while, and finally disappeared into the void with a pop.

The light of the cross suddenly went out.

Ricardo, who was still chanting the curse, was shaken suddenly and spit out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the window sill.

The white silk thread was leisurely returned to the hand of Master Miaoyin, turned back into a whisk, flicked casually, and hung in the crook of his arm.

"This little Western magician dares to act so recklessly in the land of China!"

He glanced at Ricardo coldly, sneered, and didn't bother to pay attention anymore, because the priest had lost the power of summoning and was no longer worth his while.

Miaoyin looked at the ground and saw the golden knight kneeling on the ground, holding a sword in both hands. The broad cross sword was inserted into the ground, and more than half of the sword blade was inserted into the ground.

The ground was sunken and cracked, but Mashan had disappeared.

Miaoyin felt quite sorry.

He didn't see Mashan's cultivation path, and guessed it was a lost ancient method. It was not easy to achieve such physical achievements at such a young age.

The reason why he didn't make a move just now was because Ma Shan had not yet shown signs of defeat, and he also saw that Ma Shan must have some tricks up his sleeve. How could a person who has reached such an achievement in cultivation not have a single magic weapon or weapon?

Ricardo on the tower was not worth mentioning in his eyes, but he did not expect that this Westerner with very ordinary cultivation would have such a powerful summoning technique.

By the time the holy light of the cross was cut off, it was too late for Miaoyin to save people.

"Oh, this is your fate!"

Miaoyin sighed, everyone has destiny and disaster, no one can escape.

He suddenly remembered a Taoist theory he had heard recently, which said that Tao is not owned by heaven and that people should not be fettered by fate. All sentient beings are born equal and are transformed by the Tao, so they should share the fruits of the Tao.

Miaoyin found it funny. Times have really changed. Can this kind of paradox become popular in the spiritual world?

If all living beings are equal and everyone is enlightened, then why should we practice?

Is it enough that God allocates a little bit of truth to everyone?

This kind of big-pot egalitarianism is really ridiculous!

I heard that this man was once a disciple of Tiandu, but was expelled from Tiandu three years ago.

It is a sign of mercy from Heaven that such wild and arrogant words are only driven out of the door. If he were placed in Shushan, he would at least have his Taoism abolished and be imprisoned in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain to fend for himself.

When Miaoyin was thinking this, the ground suddenly trembled.

Before the golden knight, who was kneeling on one knee, could stand up, the ground rose up where the cross sword was inserted.

Suddenly, the earth exploded, and a giant red dragon emerged from the ground.

The moment the golden knight was lifted up, it fell apart again.

Golden armor fragments, together with gravel and mud, fell like raindrops in the air of the church.