It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly, and warmth and light shone on the earth. In the coastal area of ​​New York City, a white building shone under the sunlight, and the faint light shining made the entire building look holy, as if it was the source of light and the place of hope for the future of mankind.

This building is the church's archdiocese in the eastern part of Country M. At this time, there were endless people who believed in the Lord in this building, as if the Lord could cure all kinds of diseases and take away worries and worries, as if he could do anything.

The sings were rippling, and the statue of the Lord on the Cross seemed to be alive, with a little life-like movement.

In one of the lobbys on the top of the building, a young man was sitting on a white seat. He was wearing a loose black robe with a silver collar. He held a silver classic in his left hand and a scepter engraved with ancient patterns in his right hand. The silver-white light flowed in his eyes, giving people a feeling of compassion and salvation.

At this time, a sound of footsteps sounded, and a blonde young man in the same dress walked in. The only difference between him and the young man sitting on the white seat was that his collar was white.

"Great Deacon," the young man called respectfully.

The young man sitting in the white seat raised his eyes slightly, without any expression on his face, "What's the matter?"

Although he looked extremely young, his voice seemed extremely vicissitudes, as if he had lived for thousands of years, and had seen through the world and the vicissitudes of the world.

"Great Deacon, we found out the murderer who killed Deacon and his group." The young man said respectfully, with a little joy in his voice.

"Oh?" Two silver-white lights flashed in the eyes of the deacon. These two silver-white lights gave people a sense of peace and tranquility. If someone saw it, he would definitely not be willing to give up looking at the deacon, because his eyes seemed to have everything inclusive.

"Great Deacon, this is the murderer." The young man said respectfully, and at the same time, a silver-white light burst out from his hands. The light condensed a figure, which was exactly what Ye Xiaofeng looked like.

"Oriental?" A serious look appeared in the deacon's eyes, "Has the warriors from the east entered our west?"

After a pause, the deacon turned his attention to the young man, "Have the information of this oriental man been investigated?"

"The investigation has been made." The young man said, with a correct expression, "Ye Xiaofeng, male, Chinese,"

The young man said all the information about Ye Xiaofeng as if he was memorizing it. Of course, what he said was basic information. He didn't know anything about secrets at all. The practitioners were not ordinary people. Their whereabouts were mysterious and elusive, so it was difficult to investigate their whereabouts.

"They came ashore from the western coast. So, they should have something to do. Continue to monitor the villa. Don't act rashly. If you have any, think of me to report immediately." said the deacon.

"Yes." The young man said respectfully and left.

"There are only two Chinese people, and they can't make up the big waves. The most important thing now is the battle between the worship gods." The deacon said lightly, then lowered his head and flipped through the silver classics in his hand. Suddenly, a faint silver-white light was shrouded in his body.

At night, in the pavilion hall in a manor not far from New York City, a young man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a fruit knife in one hand and an apple in the other, slowly peeling the apple skin.

Suddenly, two cold lights burst out from his eyes, and the fruit knife suddenly stabbed into the apple, and a good apple was stinged.

"Ye Xiaofeng, I will make you pay the price." The young man roared, his eyes full of hatred.

This man was the young man who knelt on the ground and smashed his kneecap by Ye Xiaofeng's powerful aura.

"Wood, get out of here." The young man yelled.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the young man, a middle-aged man with yellow curly hair, with a thick beard and a hint of respect on his face.

"Master Kron, what's wrong with you?" Wood asked.

"When will I be able to stand up?" Cron asked as he waited for Wood.

"It's almost done."

"I'm asking you the specific time." Kron asked impatiently.

"Change the medicine again later and you will be able to stand up tomorrow morning." Wood said respectfully.

"Okay, tomorrow morning, if I can't stand up tomorrow morning, then don't want your legs." Kron said with a gloomy face.

"Is there any news coming over there?" Clun asked lightly.

"Just just came, the church people were already the murderer who killed them, but the church people did not take action. They were just monitoring the villa of Zixuan of the Ruisen family. This should have something to do with the moon god. She and Zixuan have a close relationship." Wood said.

"Moon God? Humph, isn't she also an enemy of our worship of the Church and the Church?" Kron said with a little displeasure, and paused, and he said to himself: "Hmph, you are a kid, you have a great life. It seems that you have to think of a way to get the people in the church to take action. Every time he lives for one minute, I feel uneasy for a minute."

"Master Kron, why don't we kill him by ourselves?" Wood asked curiously.

"Idiot, if we could do it, I would have to wait until now?" Kren cursed in an atmosphere. When he thought of the warning of Danalan last night and the chilling gaze, he knew that if he really killed Ye Xiaofeng, Danalan would definitely kill him. He could not take this risk, but could only adopt the plan of killing people with a knife.

Wood remained silent. After a while, he suddenly spoke, "Young Master, I have a plan to not only kill Ye Xiaofeng, but also kill some of the church masters?"

Hearing this, Kron's eyes lit up and he turned his eyes to Wood, "Tell me what kind of plan, if the plan can be successful, I will give you enough rewards."

"Yes, Master Cron, the plan is like this, first this, then that, then that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

After hearing this, Kron showed an excitement on his face and looked at Wood with an appreciation light in his eyes, "Yes, this plan is good. This will not only eliminate the enemy, but also allow my position in the Divine Worshiping Church to rise rapidly. I didn't expect that you still have such a mind. If this plan is successful, your status will also be improved."

"Thank you, Master Cron, this is all your credit for yourselves. You gave me inspiration." Wood quietly flattered.
Chapter completed!