"What are you? Stay on the side, don't disturb the old piano! ”

Pushing Alessandro to the ground, Meng Lang held the ice sword in his hand in the palm of his hand, and after rubbing it slightly, it was transformed into an ice yaoqin.

Angels are composed of the "spirits" of countless believers, although they have been blown up by themselves on the surface, but as long as these stars that make up angels are still there, they can be summoned again at any time, Meng Lang wants to try to see if he can use other methods to solve this trouble once and for all.

"Hello to the fools who believe in the angels, a song "Little White Boat" is given to everyone, I hope you can enjoy it...... Forget it, love likes it or not! Anyway, Lao Tzu just wants to play~"

"Zheng~Zheng~Zheng......"

Alessandro, who was sitting on the ground, listened to this song, and somehow an urge to climb the mountain suddenly rose in his heart......

Even he, an alien with a high level of holy light cultivation, would be affected by the sound of the qin, not to mention the stars scattered in the room, one by one, bursting in the air, turning into smaller stars until they disappeared without a trace.

"You...... What did you just do? Alessandro got up from the ground, only to feel that his brain was still dizzy.

"You care about me?" Meng Lang pursed his lips and turned his gaze to the much darker light magic book in the other party's arms, "This book is for me Kangkang!" ”

"Don't!"

"Give me Kangkang!"

"Don't!"

"I'll let you give me Kangkang!" Meng was too lazy to pretend to be a decent person with the other party, so he kicked Alessandro to the ground with a flying kick, and snatched the light magic book with his hand.

In the next second, blood-colored runes flowed on it.

'Huh? It turns out that the so-called Light Magic Book turned out to be this kind of thing? ’

Originally, Meng Lang thought that this was a magic weapon similar to the Soul Flag, and wondered if he could snatch it back and reward Feng Xingtong as a hole card, but who knew that when he got it in his hand, he found out that this book was just something similar to a locator...... This is much more terrifying than the spirit banner he had guessed before!

After all, no matter how strong the magic book is, it stands to reason that there is an upper limit to what it can carry "spirit", but now Alessandro can rely on chanting to attract a pigeon spirit whose combat power is only a few points weaker than Ding Dao'an.

If you use the immortal family in the northeast as a reference comparison, if all the "spirits" stored in the Angel Sect headquarters in the two thousand years are summoned into an angel army, I am afraid that they will be dozens of times stronger than the immortal family group in the northeast.

This is not good news for the Flower Cultivation Inhuman World......

Feeling that the burden on his shoulders was much heavier, Meng Lang casually threw the Light Magic Book back to Alessandro.

The strength of this young second cardinal lies in the fact that it is naturally compatible with the Angel Summoning Technique, and the purpose of the Spell Book is only to help reduce some summoning time, even if it is destroyed, it will not bring much damage to the Angel Cult.

In this case, it is better to let go of this stupid guy for the time being, and if it is even possible, Meng Lang wants to add fuel to the fire and help the other party secure the position of the next heir of the Angel Sect.

If the leader of the enemy turns into a pig, the threat to the flower planter will be reduced a lot.

Thinking of this, Meng switched his facial expression to [Enthusiastic] mode: "This ...... Bishop Alex, right? The two of us don't know each other now, I wonder if you'd like to make friends with me? ”

The honest pastor shook his head decisively: "I don't want to!" My mom said that if someone can hit you once, they can hit you a second time, and this kind of person will either stay away or call other friends to call back.

And I'm just notoriously upright, not stupid! You chopped the archangel into stars, and you're definitely a heretic, and my dad won't let me be friends with a heretic! ”

“…… With all due respect, there is some truth to what your mother said, and your father doesn't let you be friends with the infidels is a bit too much, right? ”

Alessandro scratched his head: "Although I also think it's a bit excessive, after all, many scientists I admire are not religious, but my father is the pope after all, and there is nothing wrong with making this kind of request to me, you must know that grandpa and great-grandfather also asked him to do the same!" ”

Meng Lang: ( ̄ー ̄) ......

Kid, the amount of information you're leaking is a bit too much, isn't it?

I said, how could the Angelic Sect arrange a fool to be the heir? Co-authors have been a family business for I don't know how many years ago.

“…… Okay, if you don't want to be a friend, you shouldn't be, then let's get down to business, please answer my questions according to the law, okay? ”

"Can I not answer? Dean Marcus told me to talk less to strangers. ”

"If you really don't want to answer, then I'll beat you up."

“…… Sir, what do you want to know? ”

The honest pastor saw the terrifying black qi emanating from Meng someone's body, swallowed his saliva, and instantly became acquainted.

Meng Lang's expression was serious, and he said straight to the point: "What is the purpose of you and your companions coming to plant flowers?" Did you get it? ”

"Of course I'm here to preach to those one hundred and seventy-seven Holy Souls! Didn't you just draw the magic circle and you broke through? Alessandro replied thoughtfully.

“……”

Meng Lang silently clenched his fists, although he had already guessed this possibility, but when he heard with his own ears that the other party was rational and arrogant and wanted to hurt the heroic soul of his country, he still had some difficulty hiding his anger.

After a while, Meng Lang asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know that the martyrs of our country don't want to believe in your bullshit angel sect at all?" ”

"Why? Those who can become heroic souls are the noblest souls, and it is the duty of every conscientious priest to extradite such souls to heaven for pleasure! ”

"Smack!"

Meng Lang couldn't bear to slap the other party in the face, this kind of shameless remarks was simply an insult to every noble person.

"Dean Marcus is right! You flower growers are unreasonable violent maniacs! ”

Alessandro covered his high swollen cheeks, and jumped to his feet indistinctly: "To be reasonable, I will only resort to force, I can't complain that you have been developing countries for so many years, and you will never learn to cook freely!" ”

"Lend you good words!"

Meng Lang didn't bother to explain to the other party, so it was more in the interests of the flower grower to let this kid be confused all the time.

"The heroic souls of our ancestors want to be a prosperous and prosperous world for their children and grandchildren, and they are not interested in your paradise...... Let's go, I'll find someone to take you back to your plane. ”

"You're not them! How don't you know that they don't yearn for heaven! Sure enough, you selfish people will never understand what freedom means......" Alessandro argued, still unconvinced.

Meng Lang couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled out an ice sword from the void and landed it on the other party's Adam's apple: "Shut up, if you don't say a word, I'll send you to see your god immediately." ”

As soon as these words came out, Meng felt that the room immediately fell silent, and only the sound of Alessandro swallowing saliva nervously remained...... and the small voices of conversation between the three phantoms in ancient military uniforms who appeared in the magic array at some point.

……

PS: Second update

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