Chapter Seventy-Nine: Trap, Demon Clan Civil Strife

After venting, the dragon pattern black gold sword returned to Mo Ling's side, and continued to fly around him.

Mo Ling could feel its pleasure, lightly leaned on the sword body, and said with a slight smile:

"Don't worry, you won't regret such a choice!"

"Now that it's been reforged, let's give you a name!"

"The dragon pattern is black gold, the dragon soars in the wild, let's call it the black dragon sword!"

The black dragon sword trembled slightly, and it was intimate when it touched his face.

"Hahaha!!"

Mo Ling laughed and stepped out of the fire domain, this time his harvest was too great, he actually got the legendary sword grass, although it was cut and pickled, it should not be underestimated, and what was even more unexpected was the spiritual wisdom, the recast black dragon sword already had spiritual wisdom.

You must know that the instrument psychic and the birth spirit are completely two concepts, to give birth to the machine spirit, even the saint's instrument is very reluctant, his immortal coffin has a weak spirituality, there is still a long way to go from the birth of the machine spirit.

In other words, out of the gap in quality, the Black Dragon Sword has completely surpassed the Immortal Coffin, surpassed most holy weapons, and become a real treasure.

Next, his focus will be on finding the dragon pattern black gold, as long as the quality is improved, his sword can become a real holy weapon, and having a holy weapon with a spirit is equivalent to having a saint to protect the way.

Not long after Mo Ling walked out of the fire domain, the two stopped Mo Ling.

"Young Master Mo, our Highness invites you to be a guest in the small world of the demon clan, and by the way, you will fulfill your promise."

Promise?

Oh~~

Mo Ling remembered that when he formed the alliance before, Yan Ruyu also proposed to use the Demon Emperor's essence blood to strengthen his body.

Although his current physical body is strong enough, stronger than the Holy Sacrament, the benefits of prostitution should not be in vain.

"Let's go, I also want to see what the demon clan's small world looks like!"

Mo Ling happily agreed.

At this moment, Mo Ling noticed a cold light flashing in the eyes of the two people.

Mo Ling's brows furrowed, and then he put it down, saying that Yan Ruyu was the dream lover of the entire demon clan, and they should be jealous of me!

Bah! The toad eats swan meat, thinking about it is very beautiful, and I don't look at your face is one-tenth as handsome as the master!!

With such a mentality, Mo Ling walked in front with his head held high.

However, such a beautiful mood will dissipate directly when you step into the small world of the demon clan.

Everywhere there were patrolling little monsters, armed with blades, full of evil spirits, and the smell of blood filled the air.

This is the hospitality of your demon clan? The eyes around him can't just rush up and tear him apart, so enthusiastic?

If he hadn't seen anything wrong now, Mo Ling would have just taken a piece of tofu and killed him without mixing.

Although the people of the demon clan do have a big opinion of him, with Yan Ruyu in charge, no one will have such a murderous intent towards him.

Add to that the smell of blood in the air, and the answer is already on the horizon.

Either other demon clans will come to smash the field, or someone will rebel, anyway, Yan Ruyu is in a crisis.

Then, the two who invited themselves to the small world of the demon clan probably didn't have a good heart!

Mo Ling looked at the two people who were faintly surrounding him, one left and one right, raised his eyebrows, and showed a bright smile.

Interesting!

"I say two, where is my great beauty? I didn't invite the master in person, the etiquette was not in place! ”

Mo Ling's unscrupulous voice came from beside him.

Feeling the fluctuations coming from in front of them, the two demon clans snorted coldly, jumped backwards violently, and suddenly made a move on Mo Ling.

The four extremes of cultivation, to be honest, such strength is not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

However, how did that song come about?

I'm supposed to perform with you......

Mo Ling took advantage of the momentum and flew towards the faintly visible demon clan hall.

"Yan Ruyu, you have no way to escape today, it's best to hand over the imperial soldiers and the heart of the Qing Emperor, and I can still spare your life as the bloodline of the Demon Emperor, otherwise... Hum!! ”

"Third uncle, why are you doing this? In the Qingdi lineage, I think I am talented, and for the rise of our lineage, I can be described as painstaking, and I do not hesitate to marry with the human race Tianjiao with my own humble identity, but you actually want to kill me? ”

"If I die, the Blue Emperor will completely cut off the hope of rising!"

"Shut up! Yan Ruyu, you still dare to mention this, marrying a Terran loose cultivator boy and losing the face of our ancestors! Of course, the rise of our demon race is to be completed by ourselves, are you still obsessed with it today? ”

"Quick, hand over the Imperial Soldier and the Green Emperor's heart!"

"Hand it over!"

"You don't deserve to be the leader of the demon clan."

"From today onwards, you will be expelled from the descendants of the Blue Emperor bloodline......"

"Your Highness, fight with them!"

"That's right, fight with them, fight a bloody way, break out, and wait for us to find the Frog King, they are killing back!"

"Your Highness......"

Today's small world of the demon clan can be described as very lively, and life is boiling.

The reason for all this today is the strong man of the Tianpeng family, originally they arranged the marriage of King Xiaopeng and Yan Ruyu, and then used the strength of the family to control the Qingdi soldiers to make the family go to the next level.

Unexpectedly, a Terran boy suddenly ran out halfway, and almost scrapped their family's unicorn, and finally the two got married, and the Tianpeng family's bamboo basket fetched water, how could they be willing.

So they found Yan Qing, the bloodline of the Qingdi sideline, the old immortal who had already entered the earth with half of his body, and took out the treasure medicine that lasted for thousands of years to tempt, constantly adding fuel to the fire, and took advantage of the time when Yan Ruyu left to keep planning, and finally became the scene in front of them!

No one can resist the fear of death, and the older you are, the more afraid you are!

Just when the two sides were excited, a roar came from the rear.

"Mo Ling is here, surround him! Don't let him run away! ”

Whew!!

The noise suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes looked at it in unison.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Wonderful!"

Mo Ling applauded vigorously, but he didn't expect everyone to look at it and couldn't help but say:

"Look at what I'm doing, you go on, I'm just here to eat melons!"

The people on the field were divided into three major factions, Yan Ruyu saw him, her frowning brows couldn't help but let go, her eyes returned to her divine light, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, which made everything lose color.

Neutrals, such as the Qingniu clan, the Rhino clan, the Firebird clan, and Lao Peng Wang and other people who don't want to meddle in the internal affairs of the Qingdi line.

When these people saw Mo Ling, their eyes flashed with light, they were greedy, or scrutinized, or disdainful, not enough!

The last faction is, of course, some side clansmen led by Yan Qing, who were all bought by the Tianpeng clan, as well as the strong people of the Tianpeng clan and the Shuo Rat clan.

When he saw Mo Ling, Yan Qing's eyes were burning and crazy, for people who were about to die, the magic medicine had a fatal attraction to them!

"Catch him!"

Countless demon clan powerhouses surrounded them, and Mo Lingxing's word secret turned into a burst of afterimages and rushed directly to Yan Ruyu's side before the encirclement was formed.

"Yo, isn't this Princess Yan? I haven't seen how it has changed so much in a few days! ”