The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"How many levels are there in angels?" Li Muchen asked.

"I'm not very clear about this either. In the Holy Light Society, the Holy See, the Order of Angels and the Order of Knights are independent of each other. I am the lowest believer. To us, all angels with wings are superior beings and are subject to our control. Worship and revere.”

Li Muchen couldn't help but frown.

Victor's strength is close to the triple thunder tribulation, and he is still just a patrolling angel.

It seems that the strength of the entire Holy Light Society is far beyond imagination.

"Then can you hand over the Black Fire to me now?" Li Muchen said.

"How am I supposed to trust you? What should I do if you take the Blackfire and don't save my wife?"

"You have no choice. Either give me the Black Fire, or sooner or later the Holy Light will take it back."

Joyce still seemed hesitant.

"Can you swear? I know that you Eastern practitioners attach great importance to oaths. If you violate your oath, you will be punished by thunder."

"Huh! He knows quite a lot!" Mrs. Yin said displeasedly, "Since he has promised you, it is equivalent to an oath. Do you think that like you, you have to hold up a cross and touch the " Can you swear by the Bible? The more you pretend, the less confident you are in your vows."

Joyce finally nodded and said: "Okay, I believe you, I will tell you where the Black Fire is."

He paused, as if making up his mind.

"Blackfire, I buried it on Monica Beach. I can take you there."

Li Muchen and I don't know where Monica's beach is, and they looked at Mrs. Yin.

Mrs. Yin said: "It is a very famous scenic spot in Luocheng. The coastline stretches for five kilometers and is covered with yellow sand. Tens of thousands of people play there every day, and sometimes it can exceed [-]. Well, you are very smart. The sand can block the holy light, the turbulent popularity can disturb the atmosphere, and when the tide rises at night, the beach will be covered with sea water."

Li Muchen said: "Then let me lead the way, senior."

Mrs. Yin nodded, and with a click of her cane, she disappeared out of the window of the steeple house.

Joyce was stunned. Just when he was surprised, he suddenly felt his body lightened, the light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the light and shadow dissipated, and he was already on a beach.

In front of you is the boundless ocean, with waves constantly washing over the sand, making a rustling sound.

The beach is full of people, some lying down, some sitting, children running, young people surfing.

In the distance are the ancient trestle and Ferris wheel.

Joyce was shocked.

This was beyond his knowledge.

In the past, he thought that the fastest speed was to fly, and flying required wings. Angels have wings, so angels can fly.

But how can a mortal fly without wings?

And this speed feels faster than flying.

Joyce began to believe that his decision was the right one. He put down his original anxiety, took a deep breath, made the sign of the cross on his chest as a habit, and then stepped forward, leaving his solid footprints on the beach. .

After walking about a few hundred meters, he looked back and forth, determined the location, pointed to a certain point and said, "This is it. Should we come back at night?"

Li Muchen and Mrs. Yin looked in the direction he was pointing. There were several girls in bikinis lying there, enjoying the sunbath.

"no need."

Li Muchen squatted down and pressed his palms on the sand.

The sand can indeed block the consciousness, and the popularity is enough to disturb the breath. In addition, the black fire is a special substance that can annihilate the holy light. It must be packed in a special container that can prevent it from overflowing. If Joyce hadn't said it , trying to find this thing in Los Angeles is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

The sand trembled slightly, and the girls in bikinis lying on the sand seemed to feel something. They turned over and sat up, subconsciously patting the sand on their backs and arms, and looked at the sand again, chirping. Talking about something.

At this time, Li Muchen had stood up, and there was a small black cube in his hand.

"Is it this one?"

"Yes, it is."

Joyce looked at him in shock, wondering how he took out the things buried deep in the sand.

"You...you'd better not open it until night."

"Oh why?"

Li Muchen carefully observed the small square in his hand.

This is an exquisite box refined from some kind of meteorite, which cannot be penetrated by spiritual consciousness. It is densely engraved with incantations.

"This thing will annihilate the light. If it is turned on during the day, disaster may occur." Joyce looked around and said, "There are too many people here!"

Li Muchen realized that this guy still had a good conscience and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's change places."

He and Mrs. Yin looked at each other, then walked slowly through the crowd on the beach with Joyce between them.

It seemed like they were walking slowly, but in fact they were moving very fast, and they had already crossed the beach in just a few breaths.

Then, Joyce noticed that his body was light and light, and the light and shadow in front of his eyes kept changing, as if he was traveling through time and space.

He felt dizzy and simply closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was back on the ruins of the collapsed church.

Joyce asked in surprise: "Why did you come back here?"

Li Muchen and Mrs. Yin looked at each other and smiled.

"Aren't you afraid of causing a disaster? This place is already in such a dilapidated state, it doesn't matter if it gets a little more dilapidated. Besides, if there are people following us, they should like this place."

Joyce was startled. As they turned around, he saw a tall, thin old man wearing a hat, standing not far from them.

Behind the old man, stood two tall and mighty knights, their golden armors shining brightly.

"Bishop Ferrers!" Joyce exclaimed.

"Is he Philus?" Mrs. Yin rubbed her temples, "I've heard about the Archbishop of the Holy Light Society in North America for a long time!"

"Are you the most mysterious worshiper invited by Hongmen?" Philus asked.

"Hey, it seems that I am quite famous. Even the Archbishop knows about me." Mrs. Yin laughed twice.

"Madam, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. You should already know that what happened in Los Angeles is all because of Black Fire and this traitor. Leave Black Fire and Joyce to me, and everything will be over. I promise you , we will not target Hongmen again in the future, at least in Los Angeles."

"Hahahaha!" Mrs. Yin burst out laughing. "You're so funny, old man! Just let it go as you say? Is it okay? Have you asked those who died?"

Philus frowned: "In this case, then you die with them."

From the beginning to the end, Philus didn't even look at Li Muchen.

Probably in his eyes, this young oriental boy is just a follower around Mrs. Yin.