Soon, the ship docked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Louis and the others slowly walked down from the god ship.

Then the ship suddenly burst into a cloud of golden light, and then turned into a palm-sized ship-shaped badge and landed on Louie's hand.

"Holy Son, put it away, the Divine Ship has already recognized you as Lord. Cyril had a hint of piety in his eyes, and he became more and more convinced that Louis was the man of destiny sent by the God of Light to save the Holy See of Light.

In fact, how did he know that what the Divine Ship was close to was only the magic power of Louis's body that was 100% pure and had already transformed about 70% of the frost attributes.

At this moment, not long after Louis and the others got off the boat and left, countless homeless people suddenly rushed towards them.

"Look, it's a newcomer from the New World, there is no temple to guide you, it's some people who want a temple!" In the crowd, an inconspicuous figure suddenly roared, and as a result, more homeless people rushed here.

They are the people who live at the bottom of the Miracle Continent, and except for a few who occasionally have the strength of a great sword master or above, the others are almost all weak. After all, most of these people can't even eat enough, so where do they have the strength to cultivate.

"Cyril, what's going on?" Louis frowned, although these outcasts were weak and pitiful, the expressions on their faces were full of hideousness and ill will.

"The cancer of the Miracle Continent!" Looking at these people, Cyril showed a look of impatience on his face, and the long sword in his hand was slowly pulled out by him.

"What? want to fight? There are so many of us, how many of you are there, and how much strength can a few of you who don't have a temple want?" A man who was slightly cleaner and whose strength had reached the level of a high-level great swordsman squeezed out of the crowd and looked at Cyril with a playful expression.

"This kind of strength can only be an outcast in the Miracle Continent?" Louis frowned, the level of a high-level great swordsman is already a top-level combat power in the Holy Flame Continent, but he can only be an outcast here? This is too exaggerated.

But fortunately, Cyril shook his head: "Such a person should be a wanted criminal of a certain temple, and he can't get along in the area above the ninth layer of the Holy Mountain, so he wandered to the tenth layer to claim the king." ”

"Because the tenth layer of the Holy Mountain is a three-way zone, except for some docks controlled by the temple, there is no one to manage it at all. So these people with good strength but wanted by the temple came here, and it seems that they have also established several homeless organizations to rob some passers-by who are not strong but have to pass through here. ”

"I see. Louis nodded, and then said to the crowd, "Let's go, we're in a hurry." ”

"Let's go, where are we going with so many of us standing here?" In just a moment, there were hundreds or even thousands of displaced people blocking Louie's surroundings, and the leader looked at Louis with a sneer: "You are their leader, right? hand over your belongings and space rings, and we will let you go!"

"Huh, and women, such beautiful women?"

"Hey, boy, listen to me. Leave these three women for me to serve Lao Tzu, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite. The outcast's leader looked at the beautiful faces of Ruolin, Femis and Sendy, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Lord Louis, let me kill them!" Cyril had already drawn his sword completely, and at this moment he regretted that he had not brought his Knights of the Crusade with him, otherwise it would have been just right to deal with these miscellaneous fish.

"Forget it, dirty hands! let's go directly, it's important to go to the Bright Sect to save the scene first, it won't last long over there. Louis didn't even glance at the leader of the homeless people, and directly waved his hand, and his mind communicated into the space of the portable camp.

"Let's go, I want to see how you go?" The high-level swordsman-level outcast leader looked at Louis with a mocking expression as if he had heard some funny school flower.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of wings flapping above his head.

"What is this ......?"

"Fly...... Flying Dragon?" This group of homeless people was instantly frightened, and they couldn't help but start to retreat at the moment, but because the crowd was overcrowded, countless homeless people fell directly to the ground, and the people behind them stepped on it directly regardless of it.

For a time, many hungry homeless people were trampled to death by the people behind.

"O God, forgive the sins of your eyes. Cyril closed his eyes and prayed silently, and then his follower, Louie, jumped directly onto the dragon's back.

Several flying dragons carried Louis towards the ninth layer of the Holy Mountain, the direction of the Holy City of Light.

"Are you really going to let him go? that's not your character......" Teda said with a strange smile on the dragon's back, leaning into Louie's ear.

"Get on that dragon, you'll talk a lot. Louis pulled Teda and threw it onto Hewlett's dragon.

At this moment, the leader of the exiles trembled and fell to the ground, looking at the flying dragon in the distance, with a hint of luck in his eyes, but at this time, a small, dark blue and somewhat shining piece appeared in front of his eyes.

"Huh!" At this moment, just as the leader of the homeless people thought it was something good and reached out to pinch it, the thin ice suddenly flew towards the neck of the homeless.

"Poof!" the blood then fell to the beach, and a figure full of sin fell to the ground.

"Holy Son, ahead is the Holy City of Light. ”

The tireless Wyvern flew with all its might for two whole days, and Louis and the others finally crossed the entire chaotic Tenth Region and came to the Ninth Section, which was relatively stable.

The Holy See of Light was still in a relatively high position on the ninth floor before the death of Pope Creju and Son Antony. Louis and the others flew for nearly a day and a half, and finally felt a soaring aura of holy light in front of them not far away.

"Is this the Holy City of Light? Louis took a deep breath, although he was not a magician of the Holy Light system, he still felt very comfortable with this warm energy.

"How shall we get in?" "On the periphery of the Bright Holy City, a whole circle of soldiers surrounded the three layers inside and three layers outside, especially the four positions facing the city gate, and there were a large number of troops stationed and super combat power.

"You don't have any special passages, or can I fly straight from above?" Louis glanced at Cyril.

"This ...... Holy Son, the Miracle Continent is actually similar to the Holy Flame Continent, you are fine flying at low altitude, but if you get above the clouds...... It was the territory of the Sky Monster. Our current strength may not be vulnerable at all in the face of the Sky Demonic Beast. Cyril said embarrassedly.

"As with the previous journey, flying under the clouds is fine. But beneath the clouds, highly powerful mages and archers can attack. Louis frowned, and it seemed that he could only get in.