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Chapter 439 Meng Lang: Isn't an angel just a pigeon spirit?

After sensing that the sealing barrier had completely covered the entire room in his knowledgeable arrogance, Meng Lang looked at the bright magic book with more and more special effects with great interest.

"Mr. Duck, you didn't stop my avatar from taking your two companions away just now, and you must have figured it out that I didn't hurt them. In this case, I advise you to calm down and be careful about stealing chickens." Otherwise, he was caught as a duck."

"..." Alessandro held back his chest, unable to move up and down. For a while, he didn't know whether to complain about Meng's name for him, or to ask what it meant to be a duck.

After struggling for a long time, the second bishop with a clear mind decided not to worry anymore. The fourteen days of immune isolation when he came to the flower planter almost didn't drive him crazy. Now he finally met someone who seemed afraid to kill him. How can the powerful in the world have any reason to let go?
Alessandro held the book of light magic to his chest with both hands and sang loudly, "When the lamb opens the seventh seal, Judgment Day will come to the world! "

Meng Lang didn't try to interrupt the opponent, but chose to fold his arms to appreciate the increasingly glaring light. While waiting for the opponent's move, he secretly analyzed it in his heart.

"Well, judging from the energy it currently reveals, the magic power contained in this broken book is stronger than the three Deathly Hallows of the mage society, almost twice that of Fang Tian's painted halberd. The supreme masterpiece of alchemy for nearly 2000 years... I don't know if the knight will not die with bare hands and can be grasped by the magic trick! '

Of course, Alessandro would not have thought that Meng would stare at his baby as soon as he met, and he still kept singing.

"When the first angel sounded his trumpet, hail and fire mingled with blood were thrown to the earth—and a third of the earth was burned, and a third of the trees, and all the grass was consumed."

After the chanting, a phantom of a dove spirit with countless wings on its back and a nearly liquid holy light lingering around it gradually solidified in the room.

Someone in Meng complained in his heart: "With so many wings, it should be the Archangel Gabriel who is in charge of Monday. That's right... By the way, don't foreigners have dense phobias about wings?" '

"When the second angel sounded his trumpet, a mountain of burning fire was thrown into the sea—so a third of the sea became blood, and a third of the life in the sea perished, and a third of the ships were destroyed .”

"If I remember correctly, Tuesday should be Uriel the Angel of Fire, right?"

However, to Meng's surprise, it was not the second pigeon spirit that was summoned by this chanting, but a purple flame that lingered on the previous pigeon spirit.

"When the third angel sounded his trumpet, a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from heaven, and fell on the third of the river and on the fountain. The name of the star was Wormwood, and the water A third became bitter, and a third died because the water became bitter."

'Wednesday should be the sun angel Raphael... By the way, it seems to be "Apocalypse"? '

As a result, as expected by Meng, the sword of flame, which symbolizes the pigeon spirit of the sun, appeared in the hands of the pigeon spirit of dense fear.

"When the fourth..."

"Chong-"

Just when Alessandro was taking the trouble to add buffs to his pigeons, Meng Lang, who was too lazy to listen to him continue to read the family planning report, slashed at him with a huge black ice sword, and was buffed... Cough, buffed The dense frightened pigeon stopped it with a sword.

Feeling the strength of the backlash uploaded by hand, Meng smiled disdainfully: "Is this the pigeon spirit taught by your angels? How dare you come to my flower planting house to make trouble with only 5 Xiao's strength?"

As he said that, he pointed the Heavenly Demon Bodyguard between his eyebrows, backhanded away the opponent's flame sword with his greatly increased strength, and then he took advantage of the situation with a spiral cut to cut under the ribs of the pigeon, and immediately saw countless star points shining with faint light It escaped from the inside, but not long after, more star points were attached to the sword wound, healing the wound of the pigeon spirit.

Meng Lang could see clearly in his domineering eyes. Although those "star dots" were small, when they were zoomed in, they were clearly faces with weird smiles on them!
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 dueling, 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 in PK with summoning professions? '

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 Chinese teacher, why did he know the meaning of every word spoken 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: The first update

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