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

Chen Wenxu was very sad to see this.

He knew that Joyce loved Agatha madly.

For Agatha, Joyce knew that there were problems with the Church of the Sun but still chose to join resolutely. He also stole the Black Fire for Agatha and has been on the run ever since.

Now that I finally came back, I thought I could finally be reunited with my lover, but unexpectedly, I died in the hands of my lover.

If there is a catastrophe in spiritual practice, this is probably Joyce’s great catastrophe.

Everyone's disaster is different, just like everyone's experience is different.

Joyce died in the hands of the person she loved most, and then killed her loved one with her own hands. This kind of pain and determination is not something ordinary people can bear. He was reborn in Nirvana amidst death and pain, and finally gained liberation.

Chen Wenxu had a deeper understanding of the Tao taught by Li Muchen.

Eastern sects of cultivation all refer to the catastrophes suffered by monks as heavenly tribulations, and most monks' catastrophes are very similar - thunder tribulations gathered by thunder from the sky.

Obviously everyone has different practices and experiences, but the final catastrophes are all thunder catastrophes. This is the transgression of the Way of Heaven and a typical manifestation of the Way of Heaven.

While Chen Wenxu was thinking, the two golden knights suddenly moved.

They raised their giant swords.

Although Chen Wenxue felt that he had a steady stream of power in his body with the energy of Joyce's Holy Light, he knew very well that he was not enough to deal with these two big guys.

Li Muchen said that the strength of the Golden Knight was at least equivalent to that of a monk at the second level of thunder tribulation.

They were able to block their attack just now because they couldn't use their hands and feet here, for fear of causing damage to this hematopoietic factory and terminating the soon-to-be-successful original blood experiment.

If they had tried their best, Chen Wenxue knew that he would probably have been destroyed along with the church.

Now that Agatha is dead, these two big guys are probably out of control. He must deal with them carefully. If it doesn't work, it is better to take action.

Chen Wenxu stared closely at the two swords, and the light condensed in the fist hidden behind his back became brighter.

But the two swords never fell down, they were just raised in the air, like two sculptures, motionless.

Joyce walked over slowly and stretched out a hand from a distance, as if to comfort them.

The two knights turned around and faced Joyce. When they turned around, the armor on their bodies made a strange friction sound, which made Chen Wenxue feel uncomfortable, but he had an inexplicable desire in his heart, hoping that he could also have such an armor.

"Put it down!" Joyce's voice was calm and ethereal, as if coming from another space.

The wings behind him flapped gently, and the moonlight rippled around the room like waves.

The knight put down the sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing down, on the floor, and knelt down on one knee facing Joyce.

Chen Wenxue was a little surprised, but also a little relieved.

Joyce waved his hand, and the two golden knights stood up again, retreated to both sides, then suddenly turned around, and their tall bodies disappeared through the narrow door.

The light on Joyce slowly disappeared and returned to its original appearance.

But even without the light, Chen Wenxue felt that he was different.

"Hey, Old Qiao..." Chen Wenxu wanted to say something, but when he saw the shocking scar on Joyce's chest, he suddenly choked and didn't know what to say.

Joyce smiled slightly: "Why, don't you recognize me?"

Chen Wenxu pushed up his glasses and looked at Joyce's face carefully through the lenses, trying to see something behind his smile.

Joyce had already opened his arms in a hugging gesture.

"Aren't you brothers?" Joyce said, "You should congratulate me, shouldn't you?"

Chen Wenxue smiled, his spectacles were covered with a layer of fog, and his nose felt a little sore when he looked at Joyce in front of him.

He thought of their days on Kowloon Island. Two lonely men lived endless lonely days on the island, bidding farewell to their past selves, encouraging each other when there was no hope, and looking forward to the future.

Recalling the days with Agatha was the happiest time for Joyce. But every time he finished telling the story, Joyce would sink into sadness and despair.

At that time, Chen Wenxu would always encourage him: "Hey, Old Qiao, you can definitely rescue Agatha, and Mr. Li is here too!"

The three words "Master Li" have become their greatest hope.

No one would have thought it would end like this.

"Hey, Old Joe..." His voice was choked.

"Good brother!" Joyce still smiled.

"Good brothers, we will always be together!" Chen Wenxue opened his arms, and the two men hugged each other tightly, after experiencing the suffering of life and death.

Chen Wenxu suddenly shouted: "Oops! Old Lin!"

At the same time, they thought of another "brother" - Lin Tianhao - a stupid man who was much older than them, but not inferior to Joyce in the pursuit of love.

They both turned to look at it at the same time.

Under that wall, Lin Tianhao's body was covered with tubes.

He pulled out all the tubes from Lilith and inserted them into himself, while Lilith was still nailed to the cross, her head lowered, and she had not yet woken up from her drowsiness.

Chen Wenxue and Joyce rushed forward at the same time.

Chen Wenxu helped Lin Tianhao up.

"What should I do?" he asked Joyce, "Agatha said this is a hematopoietic factory. If he rashly pulls it out without connecting to a new circulation, he will die."

Hearing the name Agatha, the scar on Joyce's chest hurt. He covered his chest and said, "It's not these tubes that are scary, it's the curse of the vampires."

"The Curse of the Vampires?"

"There is a very ancient curse here. Maybe it is really God's punishment for the vampires. Even the light of the Holy Feather cannot solve it. Lilith is the inheritor of the original blood. She is not afraid of curses, but Lao Lin connected the tube to himself After being put on the body, the cycle is connected, and the curse will inevitably befall him."

"What will happen?"

"I don't know." Joyce shook his head, "But his blood has become the blood of the vampires."

"You mean..." Chen Wenxu felt a little scary, "He became a vampire?"

Joyce answered him with silence.

"No matter what happens, we can't leave him alone." Chen Wenxu said, "First find a way to remove the tubes on his body."

Joyce said: "I can use holy light to burn away the dirty blood here, but this will also dry out Lao Lin's body. So the moment I activate it, you have to cooperate with me and fuse all the tubes in an instant. You should be able to feel my thoughts and energy fluctuations, you only have one chance."

Chen Wenxu nodded: "Okay."

Joyce's body emitted light and her wings spread again.

Chen Wenxu concentrated his attention and carefully sensed the energy fluctuations in Joyce's body. And with the emergence of holy light, his body was also filled with energy.

The holy light suddenly lit up, as if a flare had exploded in the room.

Looking from the outside of the Black Church, a bright light burst out from a certain building in the church, which lasted for about two seconds. The light enveloped almost the entire church, as if the sun had fallen from the sky.

After two seconds, the light goes out.

The room fell into brief darkness.

After the glasses got used to it, the light returned and everything returned to normal.

Lin Tianhao was lying on the ground, all the tubes on his body had disappeared, only the needles were still inserted into his skin.

Chen Wenxu squatted down and helped him pull out all the needles one by one.

But at this moment, Lin Tianhao suddenly opened his eyes, fangs stuck out of his mouth, bounced off the ground with incredible speed and power, and pounced on Chen Wenxu.