Demon Sword God

Returning to the luxurious black sect carriage in the mansion, Feng Ling drank hot tea with the serious General Manager Lin with a relaxed look on his face.

"Aren't the master worried about the black net?" Mr. Lin sighed. After the incident more than ten years ago, the big man in front of him seemed to have lost all his emotions, and everything was just a pretense.

The plain expression that came out was hanging on his face, so that he couldn't even touch what he was thinking.

"After so many years of silence, they should come out." Feng Ling's tone was a little dull.

"So, should we send someone to inform the temple about this?"

"If you are not afraid of those old and old-fashioned groups of the Holy See, you will be in half a month." Feng Ling took a sip of tea lightly, his tone was a bit joking. Although the Holy See is an institution to which the temple belongs, the old perverts of the Holy See are the ones of the Holy See, the Holy See are the ones of the old perverts of the Holy See.

Thoughts are incomprehensible to ordinary people. The comprehensive victory of the war thousands of years ago made them convinced that the glory of God had shone on the earth, and the demons were afraid of humans and could no longer pose a threat to humans. Humans were the highest existence under God. If we go at this time

He told the Temple that there were signs of a counterattack, so the old perverts in the Holy See of Light might cause some trouble after receiving the approval from the Temple.

Thinking of six months ago, the Black Cult eliminated a team of demon scouts and reported signs of a demon attack. As a result, the Holy See held impatiently for two days and had no reaction. After he was a cardinal, he was moistened by two cards.

During the week, General Manager Lin's face suddenly became less beautiful, not to mention that the Holy See of Light did not trust the Black Cult.

"Can those madmen from the Holy See have some success?"

"However, what should we do now? The recent abnormal movement is indeed..." Manager Lin's expression was a little solemn.

"It's been a thousand years, and it's time for those who have been comfortable for a long time to feel a little crisis." Feng Ling took a sip of tea and his tone suddenly became serious.

"What does the master mean?"

"Aren't there a lot of people dead in the deserted area to the north? Retreat all the troops."

"What!" Manager Lin was shocked.

The deserted area near the edge of the Blood Desert to the north, and the underground protection network of the Black Cult that stretches for hundreds of miles. If all the protective troops are withdrawn, it will be equivalent to exposing the heart of the entire southern continent to the sharp claws of the demons.

"It's not too late to make them feel a little crisis now..." Feng Ling sighed, "Sometimes, we have to do something, even if those things look a little dirty."

"Oh... the future will not be calm again..."

"Where there is humanity, there will be no peace."

In an instant, the carriage fell into silence, and Manager Lin suddenly showed deep worries on his face. Tianyuan Continent was calm for a long time. The thousand-year-old calm had made the creatures living on the ground feel comfortable and greedy.

Facing the devil who has endured for thousands of years and intends to fight back, how much chance of winning will the creatures on the ground have?

"What do you think of today's meeting?" Looking at Manager Lin's entangled expression, Feng Ling changed the topic at the right time.

"My subordinates are ignorant, they just think that this mercenary group is a bit strange, and the young master may not adapt." Manager Lin's expression was not considered to be appreciative.

"You seem to... have missed a lot of details, Lao Lin." A faint smile suddenly appeared on Feng Ling's lips.

"Please give me advice." Manager Lin's thoughts have not yet turned back on the previous topic.

"That red-haired little guy is not an ordinary person." Feng Ling picked up the tea and took a sip.

"It's just a soy sauce mage." Manager Lin was a little worried about the future young master. If he wanted to train the young master, wouldn't it be better to find a team of stronger partners?

"No, no..." Feng Ling shook his head, "Although he thought I was a blind man, he didn't deliberately hide the magician pattern on his left arm, he still underestimated my sensitivity to elements, that magician pattern.

The shape…”

"What the master said was the Nine-Lasting Star tattoo covered by clothes on his left arm three inches? After saying this, my subordinate suddenly felt familiar, but where have you seen it?" Manager Lin tried hard to recall the Nine-Lasting Star.

The magical clan emblem belongs to a relatively common category in magic families, and there are countless magical families.

Feng Ling reached out and pushed away the curtains of the carriage, feeling the repeated breeze blowing into the carriage, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

"Jinling, wooden halberd, water pattern, fire copper, earthen pottery, windmill, thunder, sun hidden, rainy day dark..." With a faint humming, Feng Ling's eyes had been blind for a long time, as if he had seen that again

A beautiful figure dancing white.