"Well, in that case, I won't force it." The old appraiser hung up the voice, and the appraiser's old man's reaction made Xiao Ling stunned for a moment, Xiao Ling thought that the old appraiser would be angry, but he didn't expect it to be so calm, after thinking about it for a while, he also figured it out, he didn't need to tear his face with himself, if he stabbed these things to the Bracada Presbyterian Council or the immortal warlock king Alander, he would be in big trouble, so he chose to forbear.

There are hundreds of ancient families in Bracada, each of which has some special abilities, which are the capital of their foothold in the free kingdom of Bracada, and the stronger the family, the greater the influence. Although the seven families of Mokonasa's descendants have been passed down for a long time and have a great influence in Bracada, they are still much worse than Aland, the king of warlocks, because Bracada was founded under the leadership of Aland, the king of warlocks, and almost every warlock will shout when he walks to the battlefield: "For the glory of Aland, the king of warlocks." "There is no substitute for Aland in the hearts of all warlocks, so no family dares to challenge the authority of Alander, the king of warlocks.

"There are one hundred and thirty Scarlet cultivators in front." I don't know when, thirty blood-colored cultivators were refreshed at the end of the corridor, or it could be that Fan Luna brought them over and stationed there, Mu Lin glanced at Xiao Ling and said, "You can do it yourself, I can't help." ”

Xiao Ling glanced at his family name and said with a smile: "One hundred and thirty blood-colored cultivators, it's a small matter." "If it were in normal times, let alone one hundred and thirty, even if there were only three, Xiao Ling might not be able to beat it, but now, under the guidance of the power of the devil, Xiao Ling's surname is frighteningly high, and it is still very simple to kill these little monsters.

System: Demonic Power Channeling, 42% completion.

The two flesh buds on the shoulder blades behind Xiao Ling finally broke free from the shackles of the robe, tore the robe open in two, and grew a pair of very small red meat wings, just like bat wings, Xiao Ling flapped his wings slightly, feeling that his body was suddenly a little lighter, and his feet slowly left the ground, the red meat wings had not yet grown completely, but they were full of power, and every time he fanned it, he could stir up a small whirlwind.

There is a powerful consciousness awakening in his mind, Xiao Ling knows that this is likely to be the consciousness of the demon Carlos sealed on the Demon Ring of Hilaire, once his consciousness is truly awakened, it will occupy his body, and Xiao Ling's mission will fail, but I don't know what kind of system punishment he will receive at that time. Xiao Ling suddenly remembered why Fan Luna had a satisfied smile after her death, it turned out that she used her life as a sacrifice to accelerate the recovery of the demon, no wonder Xiao Ling felt that after killing Fan Luna, the speed of the demon's power was increased.

Mokonasa's body must be destroyed as soon as possible, after Mokonasa is resurrected, he is a pure demon, with demonic bloodline and power, but Xiao Ling is not, Xiao Ling is just a half-hung demon before the demon's power is completely guided, and he will definitely not be able to defeat Mokonasa.

The end of the blood-colored church was shrouded in a red light, and a strong demonic aura swept towards this side, Xiao Ling knew that Mokonasa's consciousness was awakening, and his consciousness and the consciousness in his body echoed each other, as if they were communicating something.

"Protect yourself." Xiao Ling said to Mu Lin.

Mu Lin nodded, and after another moment, she said softly, "Be careful." ”

It was rare to see Mu Lin so gentle, Xiao Ling smiled and said, "I'm leaving." After speaking, he vibrated his wings and flew forward, and a strong demonic power in his body surged, constantly circulating on Xiao Ling's body, and gradually conjured up a dark golden bone war kai, enveloping Xiao Ling's whole body, bone spikes grew on the wings, the skin of the whole body turned reddish, and the wings gradually hardened, making people look frightened.

Xiao Ling's demon wings gradually stretched out, and finally formed a pair of giant wings with a wingspan of about three meters, Xiao Ling tried to feel the speed of flight, this feeling of flying freely was really pleasant. It would be nice to have a pair of wings all the time, Xiao Ling suddenly thought, can you use mechanical alchemy to make a pair of wings for yourself, this idea seems to be feasible, but the difficulty is very high, maybe you can try it in the future.

I have to say that Xiao Ling's adaptability is still very strong, and he quickly adapted to the demon wings behind him, Xiao Ling took out his staff and prepared to cast magic, and found that the surrounding magic elements were very difficult to mobilize, and it took half a day to cast a magic, and the system was set to reduce the strength of magic attacks, magic chanting time, magic attack frequency, etc., and could not release range attack magic. Xiao Ling thought for a while, such a setting also makes sense, after flying into the air, if the magic attack intensity, magic attack frequency, etc. will not decrease, it is really terrible for ground melee units, unless they can find a flying mount, otherwise they are some moving attack targets.

Xiao Ling felt something strange in his palm, put the staff into the package, looked at the palm, and the palm gradually conjured up a black long sword, the long sword was black all over, and the hilt was made of dark gold metal and carved with various patterns of demonic creatures.

Demon Sword: A subordinate artifact, the power of the devil is transformed, and cannot be held by those who are not the owner of the power of the devil. Attack 5200-5700, Attack Speed 87, Strength +10000, Agility +10000, Spirit +2000.

Special Effect: Demon Devour, has a chance to devour the opponent's soul to restore the holder's HP, and the amount of HP recovered is determined by the strength of the opponent's soul.

Space Warp: A certain degree of mastery of space power.

Demon Ability: Gain the Demon Basic Attack Skill.

Xiao Ling looked at the demon sword in the palm of his hand, the surname of the demon sword made Xiao Ling stunned, could it be that this is the power of the lower artifact, this is too terrifying, legendary-level and epic-level equipment cannot be compared with it at all, this is the gap between humans and gods! Mortals would never be able to make such a weapon!

Xiao Ling took a look at his own surname, under the guidance of the power of the devil, Xiao Ling's strength has greatly exceeded the spirit, and has become the most prominent of the many surnames, that is to say, Xiao Ling, a mechanical alchemist and a three-line demon warlock, can fight like a warrior, it seems that this battle is probably going to test his melee combat skills, Xiao Ling is right to think about it, he has never seen a demon who casts long-range magic, and most of the demons are in close combat.

Xiao Ling doesn't have any experience in hand-to-hand combat, but after all, the soldiers have been in a group for so long and have been nurtured for so long, so they have learned a little bit about melee skills, and Xiao Ling usually pays great attention to observing the hand-to-hand combat skills of many melee professional players, in order to be prepared when PK with melee professional players in the future, but I didn't expect to use them now, although I can't learn all these skills, but at least I can play seven or eight points, and I can barely cope with ordinary battles.

Very unaccustomed to the feeling of holding a sword, Xiao Ling adjusted the way he held the sword, let himself hold it tighter, danced casually, danced a series of sword flowers, adapted to it, and took a look at his skill panel, the skills on the skill panel have a lot of temporary skills, including demon charge, demon rush, etc., are more suitable for melee combat, and should also be carried on the demon sword.

The Demon Sword is too strong, but Xiao Ling knows that this Demon Sword does not belong to him, it is just a task item, because the Demon Sword cannot be held by the owner of non-demon power, and when the task is completed, the demon power on his body disappears, and Xiao Ling will not be able to hold this Demon Sword.

Looking at Xiao Ling's flying back, Mu Lin thought for a moment, entered a hidden state and followed, ready to help Xiao Ling when necessary, although she knew that with Xiao Ling's current ability, she didn't need her help at all.

Xiao Ling's current appearance was like a demon from hell, flapping the red wings behind him, and rushing towards those blood-colored cultivators.

Demon Charge!

Xiao Ling accelerated suddenly, rushed into these blood-colored cultivators, the demon sword in his hand slashed a shadow in the air, and slashed towards one of the blood-colored cultivators, poof, before the blood-colored cultivator could react, the demonic sword had already cut into his head, the blood was flying, the brains were overflowing, and the blood-colored cultivator didn't say a word, and fell into a pool of blood. The more than 50,000 injuries that came out of the blood-colored cultivator's body made Xiao Ling stunned for a moment, was this his own attack damage? It's a bit unbelievable.

Berserk stance!

Xiao Ling's eyes became red, his surname increased dramatically, waving the long sword in his hand, the sword light flashed, like a whirlwind rushing into the blood-colored cultivators, Xiao Ling didn't know much about swordsmanship, but his quick reaction ability and perception of speed made him still flexible among many blood-colored cultivators, the demonic sword accurately attacked all the important parts of the blood-colored cultivators, coupled with Xiao Ling's terrifying attack, the damage caused was extremely amazing, these blood-colored cultivators were like chopping melons and vegetables, and they were killed one by one, Hardly any blood-colored cultivator could carry Xiao Ling's sword.

(To be continued)