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

Dominic woke up faintly and saw a tall figure in the dim light with a horse beside him.

"you're awake."

Dominic heard Chen Wenxue's voice and wanted to get up, but felt a little sore all over.

"Where am I?"

"Parthenon."

"Temple?" Some images flashed through Dominic's mind, "Didn't we fall into the abyss?"

"It's not an abyss, it's a secret realm." Hawkwood said.

"Secret realm?"

"That's the real Parthenon."

"A real temple?" Dominic became more and more confused.

"Okay, the last person wakes up, let's go." Hawkwood stood up, and the armor on his body made a strange friction sound.

The horse beside him neighed lightly.

Chen Wenxue patted Dominic on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Dominic didn't know where he was going. He was still a little confused and didn't understand the specific situation. For example, where did Li Muchen go? Who are those angel-like people who suddenly appear? Is this big guy in armor an enemy or a friend?

He wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start or what the point of asking was. He could only stand up numbly with the help of Chen Wenxue and follow everyone forward.

After walking through a dark road, his eyes suddenly opened up and he saw a huge palace.

Huge stone pillars support towering towers, and many castles are connected in the void, as if they are islands floating on the sea of ​​nothingness.

People approached cautiously in shock, and the wall grew higher and higher in their field of vision, until it blocked all sight.

A tall and wide arch appeared in front of them.

To enter the palace, you must pass through this door, there is no other way.

At this time, the city gate suddenly opened, and inside was a legion of knights lined up neatly, each wearing heavy armor and holding a spear in his hand. They looked almost exactly like Hawkwood.

People couldn't help but be shocked.

Hawkwood's horse neighs and raises its hooves, and the spear is clenched in its hand. It is full of murderous intent, and the war is about to break out.

……

Azazel floated in the sky, spreading his looming wings, looking at the disappeared temple and the flat ground below, with a little disdain and disappointment on his face.

"Einsberg and Kamel said that he has extraordinary talents. I thought it was really a god from the east who came from the east, but he turns out to be so vulnerable!"

"But, he killed Sariel!" said another angel Sangyangsha.

"Maybe it was just an accident." Azazel lowered his head and sighed. "It's a pity that the entrance to the temple was destroyed. I'm afraid Athena's relics will never be seen again. But it's okay, those heretics are buried."

"Hawkwood is also buried, he was the best knight."

"Stupid knight, doesn't he want the glory of the knight? This is the best result. Let the Holy See erect a monument for his statue. His glory will continue to inspire the knights, and the knights will be completely controlled by the angels. "

"Yes, Pierre has lost Hawkwood's arm and no longer has the power to compete with the angels." Saint-Ariel said.

Several holy angels had smiles on their faces.

"This Li Muchen is really vulnerable! If I had known, there would be no need for us Westerners to take action together. Why should I rush here from the southern hemisphere?" Samael said.

Azazel laughed loudly: "Ansberg and Kamel are too cowardly to cooperate with these two people and divide the world with Eastern magicians. In my opinion, we were too conservative in the past and should fully support the Holy See. Destroy the pagan religions in the East and unify the world!"

"But in that case, we will face Kunlun for the first time." Sang Yangsha said worriedly.

Upon hearing the word "Kunlun", everyone in the West fell into a brief silence.

Yes, Kunlun will always be a hurdle that cannot be overcome, no matter how powerful the sects, how powerful the monks, how powerful the gods appear in the West, such as the gods of the era who were the owners of this great temple that just sunk beneath our feet. , and could not transcend Kunlun and extend its power to the east.

Azazel sneered and said: "Kunlun, perhaps it has long been a thing of the past. Isn't this Li Muchen a disciple of Kunlun? If we can't even pass the Kunlun level, how will we go to the underworld in the future and let the holy light illuminate hell and eternity? The underworld? Tomorrow, we will take the angels and knights to Kunlun and level the road to heaven!"

"Then shall we call Kamel and Einsberg?"

"Of course, they are angels after all, the fallen wings of God, but they were blinded and chose the wrong strategy. Those Easterners were already living in lightless darkness, suffering and being oppressed. We should regard God as In the name of saving them.”

Azazel's words were inspiring, inspiring the other three holy angels.

Just then, they heard a laugh.

"Haha, you people are so ridiculous!"

A gap opened in the void in the middle, and black light suddenly appeared, and suddenly turned into white clothes.

Li Muchen put his hands behind his back, smiled and shook his head.

The angels were shocked.

"You...you're not dead?" Azazel frowned and looked at Li Muchen in surprise.

"Death? You think too highly of yourself. You want to kill me just based on those few rays of light? Then I would have died countless times in the hands of God."

"Hmph, I'll let you have a chance to escape once. Stop talking nonsense and get in formation!" Azazel shouted.

The Holy Angel of the West once again occupied the west, his body transformed into white light, and the white light spread all over the sky.

In the dazzling white sky, even more dazzling cross-shaped spots lit up one after another, like stars. And every cross light was like a sharp blade, carrying murderous intent, cutting towards Li Muchen.

The whole world turned into a white meat grinder.

Li Muchen stood in the light and sneered: "You are too arrogant and arrogant, and you still want to level the way to heaven and overthrow Kunlun? Then let me, a former disciple of Kunlun, tell you, what is Kunlun's magic and what is boundless magic power? !”

After saying that, the black lotus in his left hand ignited, and the black light tilted like a waterfall, annihilating the white light.

As the black and white lights annihilated each other, the huge energy swallowed up the space, forming black holes one after another in the void, rushing towards the west angel like a flood.

Xiangang was shocked, and at the same time he changed his body shape, turning his body into a huge cross light to fight against the incoming black hole.

But the fire of the black lotus is getting stronger and stronger, and the black waterfall is getting more and more turbulent. The more they fight against each other with light, the more black holes will be created by the annihilation of black and white.

Azazel said anxiously: "Change formation, close wings!"

The Westerner spread out the wings of the Holy Light and overlapped them in the air to form a huge angel. The Western pair of wings spread out on his back, the void flapped, and the white light blazed brightly.

Li Muchen looked at the angel with folded wings and sighed: "It should have six wings, but it's a pity that it only has the west pair. The six wings are missing two, and it's hard to hide them. It's broken!"

Xuan Ming swung out with his right hand.

A sword energy spread across the sky, cutting off the archangel's wings.

The white light suddenly disappeared, and the black fire also went out.

Li Muchen held the sword in his right hand, and the black lotus in his left hand shrank and turned back into a little black fire.

Suddenly heavy snow fell in the sky. If you look carefully, you can see that there are many feathers.

Li Muchen put away the Black Fire Sword of the Underworld and reached out to hold it. In his palm was Sigen's grainless, crystal clear shining feather.