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

When the Black Fire box appeared in Li Muchen's hand, one of the three pairs of wings in the sky flapped violently.

An incomparably powerful force pressed down, as if the sky was falling.

Almost the entire space was crushed.

Flames fell from the sky, and everything was reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

Li Muchen had already expected it, and when he took out the black fire, he unfolded the Netherworld Ghost Flag.

A piece of black profound energy spread out above the head, like a huge black umbrella.

Joyce was lying on the ground when he saw a black shadow covering himself. He suddenly woke up and realized that his soul had almost become a puppet.

Although he woke up, the huge fear in his heart was still there. He felt so small. The people in front of him, whether they were seraphs or monks from the East, were so powerful. He was like an ant in front of them.

When the black flag obscured the glory of the six wings in the sky, the two golden knights drew their swords angrily.

The cross sword swung out golden light and slashed towards the umbrella cover above his head.

"Hey, I'm waiting for you!"

Mrs. Yin sneered, ice flowers condensed on her crutches, and when both knights slashed at the Netherworld Ghost Flag with their swords, they threw it with all their strength.

The crutch turned into an ice dragon and crashed into their golden armor.

Then, she escaped into the void, holding a green-light dagger in each hand, piercing the ice-cracked armor and stabbing into the knight's heart.

The brilliance of the cross sword had not disappeared before the tall bodies of the two knights collapsed.

Mrs. Yin's figure settled down, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she coughed twice, as if she had exerted too much force and was suddenly out of breath.

She looked up and saw the flames falling from the sky constantly falling on the black mysterious energy, like artillery fire on the battlefield, constantly exploding.

Every time the flame falls, the profound energy is shaken and becomes thinner.

"Boy, I can only help you here." Mrs. Yin said loudly, "If you survive this disaster, I will take you to meet an old friend!"

She wasn't sure if Li Muchen heard it, but she could only see Li Muchen's face getting more and more solemn.

The ghost flag became more and more solemn.

Li Muchen now felt like the whole sky was pressing on him.

Seraphim, I'm afraid this is not the true body, but the summoning technique of Philus, which allowed it to track the Black Fire.

Doppelgänger, or incarnation?

If it were a clone, it would be terrifying to be so powerful.

Li Muchen still has magic weapons on his body, including two flags, but his magic power has reached its limit. Taking out three flags will not be better than one flag.

He also had to leave some remaining energy on the Xuan Ming Sword, ready to wait for an opportunity to attack.

But under strong pressure, he really couldn't find a chance.

If this continues, he will only run out of mana and die.

I can only gamble!

Li Muchen looked at the small black cube on his palm, poured the remaining bit of his mind power into it, and lifted the sealing curse on it.

When the box was opened, a little bit of black popped out. It was like a bean at first, but suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of flame, shaped like a black lotus.

Li Muchen was slightly startled.

Why is the aura coming from the black fire so familiar?

It seems to be the same as the black energy of Xuanming Sword.

But if you look closely, it's completely different.

Xuan Ming's sword energy is dead, but this black fire is so lively.

It's like the Xuanming Sword is a magical weapon tempered in the energy of black fire.

Joyce said that black fire is energy from another world, so could it be that the sword body of Xuanming Sword is made of a piece of black iron from another world, and was tempered by black fire, and finally became what it is now?

But all of this was just a thought that Li Muchen had passed around. He didn't have time to think about it, let alone use the Xuanming Sword to verify it.

The moment the black fire appeared, the six wings in the sky suddenly flapped and swooped down with destructive power.

The black mist released by the Netherworld Ghost Flag was instantly dispersed.

Li Muchen saw that in the void between the six wings, the flames transformed into a twisted face, opening a huge mouth, ready to devour him.

He subconsciously raised his hand to the sky. The black lotus in his hand was so small under the six huge burning wings falling from the sky.

The sky filled with fire instantly swallowed up Li Muchen.

His whole body was wrapped in flames and turned into a ball of fire.

Watching the flames coming, Joyce fell into despair.

He thought of his wife, who had gone through many hardships, and the hope he had to save her was completely shattered at this moment.

"Agatha..." Joyce called his wife's name, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Mrs. Yin was equally desperate.

The bright light blinded him, and the strong mana fluctuations even disabled his consciousness.

At this moment, she felt like she was blind.

But she was not sad, she just felt it was a pity that the young man in front of her was so outstanding that in less than a day, she changed her inherent view of Li.

He originally planned to take him to meet an old friend of the Li family, but now it seems that there is no chance.

Mrs. Yin simply closed her eyes, waiting for the flames to devour her body and burn her to ashes.

However, the surrounding heat is fading.

There was actually a ray of cool wind blowing on my face.

Mrs. Yin opened her eyes and saw Li Muchen standing there, his clothes had turned into ashes, his hair was disheveled, and he was very embarrassed.

Although he looked embarrassed, there was still a trace of calmness and elegance in his appearance.

"Hooligans!"

Mrs. Yin cursed.

"Your father relies on being handsome when fighting, and you rely on being a hooligan when fighting, right? It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"

When she thought of Li Yunhua, Mrs. Yin curled her lips in disdain.

The sky has returned to normal, blue, with only a few white clouds floating in the distance.

Li Muchen stood in the ruins, looking calm, but actually his heart was in turmoil.

At that moment, he was not sure.

But since Joyce said that black fire can annihilate the holy light, and the Holy Light Society attaches so much importance to black fire, then maybe black fire can restrain the energy of the six wings of the void.

When the six wings swooped down and the sky was engulfed in flames, he thought he had made a miscalculation.

Then, he felt something penetrate his body from the palm of his hand.

The thing buried deep in the blood seemed to be awakened and suddenly became restless.

A mysterious spell rang in my ears.

He saw the demon dancing alone.

Distant darkness enveloped the earth, falling stars pierced the sky, and the abyss echoed with the mage's mantra.

The sword in his hand thrust out uncontrollably.

Black flames burned from his arm and spread to the sword.

The whole sword was on fire.

The black fire quickly extinguished the red flame, and the burning six wings were extinguished.

The moment they disappeared, Li Muchen saw a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the distant void and glanced at him.

This sight made him shiver, and his whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

When he looked intently again, he could see nothing.

Is this the true form of Seraphim?

……

In the distant Jasmine City, when the last ray of sunset wiped off the church steeple, the world fell into darkness. Fortunately, there was a bright moon, and the moonlight poured out like water on the church.

Agatha had just finished her last round of prayers and came out of the nave and across the courtyard.

The moonlight casts the shadow of the cross on the church steeple in the courtyard.

Agatha saw the shadow glow.

She stopped in shock, realized something, looked up at the moon, and began to pray silently.

A beautiful woman stood on the top of the tower. The woman had a pair of wings like moonlight.