Demon Sword God

Returning to the luxury carriage of the Black Sect in the mansion, Feng Ling drank hot tea with the serious-looking Boss Lin with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Isn't the master worried about the black net?" Manager Lin sighed. After the accident more than ten years ago, the big man in front of him seemed to have lost all his emotions, and everything was just pretending. The bland expression that came out hung on his face, so that he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

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

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

"If you're not afraid of those old-fashioned members of the Bright Holy See who will ink you for another half a month." Feng Ling took a sip of tea lightly, with a slightly playful tone.Although the Holy See of Light is an institution that belongs to the Temple, the thoughts of the group of old perverts in the Holy See of Light are incomprehensible to ordinary people.The overall victory of the war thousands of years ago convinced them that the glory of God had shone on the earth, the demons were afraid of humans and could no longer pose a threat to humans, and humans were the highest existence under God.If you go to the temple at this time to tell the demons that there are signs of counterattack, then the group of old perverts in the Holy See may cause some trouble after receiving the approval from the temple.

Thinking of six months ago when the Black Cult wiped out a team of Mozu scouts and reported signs of the Mozu's counterattack, the Holy See waited impatiently for two days without any response, and was ink-stained twice by a cardinal. On the first week of the week, Director Lin's face suddenly became not so good-looking, not to mention that the Holy See of Guangming did not have much trust in the Black Sect.

"Those lunatics from the Holy See, can't they be a little promising?"

"However, what should we do now? The recent changes are indeed..." Manager Lin looked a little solemn.

"It's been 1000 years, and it's time for those people who have been at ease for a long time to feel a sense of crisis." Feng Ling took a sip of tea, his tone suddenly serious.

"What does the master mean?"

"Haven't many people died in the barren area in the north? Withdraw all the troops."

"What!" Manager Lin was startled.

In the barren area near the edge of the blood desert in the north, the underground protection network of the Black Cult stretches for hundreds of miles. If all the protection troops are withdrawn, it will be tantamount to exposing the heart of the entire southern continent to the claws of the demons.

"It's not too late to give them a sense of crisis..." Feng Ling sighed, "Sometimes, we have to do some things, even if those things look a little dirty."

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

"Where there are humans, there will be no peace."

For a moment, the carriage fell into silence, and Manager Lin suddenly showed deep worry on his face.The Tianyuan Continent has been peaceful for a long time. The millennium of tranquility has made the creatures living on the ground comfortable and greedy. Facing the demons who have endured for millennia and want to counterattack, how much chance will the creatures on the ground have?

"What do you think of today's meeting?" Seeing Manager Lin's tangled expression, Feng Ling changed the subject in a timely manner.

"The subordinates are ignorant. They just feel that this mercenary combination is a bit strange, and the young master may not be able to adapt." Manager Lin's expression was not admirable.

"You seem to... have left out a lot of details, Lao Lin." A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Feng Ling's mouth.

"Master, please enlighten me." Director Lin's thoughts still haven't turned back to the previous topic.

"That little guy with red hair is no ordinary person." Feng Ling picked up the tea and took a sip.

"It's just a soy sauce mage." Director Lin is a little worried about the future young master. If you want to train the young master, wouldn't it be better to find a team of stronger partners.

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

"The master is talking about the nine-pointed star tattoo on the left arm that is covered by clothes? After saying this, the subordinates suddenly feel familiar, but where have they seen it?" Manager Lin tried hard to recall, the nine-pointed star The magic family emblem is relatively common in the magic family, and there are countless magic families.

Feng Ling stretched out his hand to push aside the curtains of the carriage, feeling the fresh breeze blowing into the carriage, a trace of inexplicable sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

"Jinling, wooden halberd, water pattern, fire copper, earthen pottery, windmill, thunder is moving, the sun is hidden, rainy and dark..." Amidst the faint humming, Feng Ling's eyes, which had been blind for a long time, seemed to see that person again. Miaoman figure dancing in white.