Peng! The demon rushing forward transformed into a black sheep in a burst of blue smoke, but another blink of an eye, restored the demon's form. There was no hatred statistics in the dungeon, but the demon, known as "Gao Cong", suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Xiaofeng, with anger burning in his blood-red eyes.

The milky white light gradually became richer in the notebook I was holding, slowly wrapping the young sacrificial priests in it. The holy lights scattered everywhere, emitting incomparable holiness.

Perhaps because he was frightened by Wang Xiaofeng's appearance, there was a little bit of surprise in the devil's eyes; before it could react, the Holy Light Punishment, and the Holy Light Bullets fired one after another, and two holy lights, one big and one small, hit the devil's flesh wings in dozens of gazes.

－230!－354!

The blood bar above the demon's head fell a small piece that could be seen by the naked eye. It roared angrily, vibrated its wings and rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng, and the demon's sharp claws grabbed the young priest's throat.

Wang Xiaofeng was not afraid and even took a step forward. The demon's claws grabbed Wang Xiaofeng's throat with a little fishy wind. You could even see the flesh and blood mixed in the gaps between his fingers, representing the tragic killing just now.

The shield of the Holy Light redemption survived the expectations and a brilliant light shone out, facing the demon's sharp claws, condensed into a transparent shield. With a "ping!", the shield was shattered, but the demon was pushed back by the sudden holy light, and a red damage of three hundred values ​​appeared above his head.

Wang Xiaofeng felt a huge force coming from his chest, and he staggered back uncontrollably, and his back hit the bookshelf. As his internal organs churned, a trace of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"It's you!" The devil could still remember Wang Xiaofeng's appearance, obviously the young man tied to the stone chair just now. Although he didn't know if it was a trouble caused by his healing technique, Wang Xiaofeng obviously noticed a little fear in the devil's eyes.

Fear? He just slapped one-quarter of the shield's durability, but Wang Xiaofeng didn't dare to act handsomely and shouted: "Attack its wings! The devil's wings are weaknesses!"

The soldiers and guards were afraid of death just now, but they looked around and did not dare to take a step forward; the demon looked around with a grin and looked around, and the spearmen around them couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Hahaha! Sacrifice! This is the believer of light, this is the power of your faith!" The devil laughed quite hideously, but Wang Xiaofeng noticed that the two figures in his left hand were carefully hugged under the flesh wings, "Where does the goddess come from? Only strength! It is my faith!"

Wang Xiaofeng was sweating all over. Looking at the gazes of the spearmen, he felt that he should shout a few exciting slogans, but his study life that came to an abrupt end in high school was a flaw in his life. He only regretted that he had little time to use it. At this time, his Mandarin vocabulary was a bit barren...

I suddenly remembered the Wings of Hope I saw two days ago. Those few memorable proverbs were slightly processed by him and shouted out: "The power of the devil is eroding your soul, but the changes in the body cannot cover up the distortion of the soul! I lost my original heart by the power and exchanged my soul for the devil. I have lost myself, so what qualifications do I have to mention faith again!"

The demon was shocked and looked at Wang Xiaofeng with a complex look on his face. Two level 55 spearmen roared, and the iron spear stabbed directly into the demon's back. He snorted coldly, and the demon's flesh wings swung away, gently pushed away the spear, suddenly flapped its wings, and rushed up to the roof quickly.

"Stop him!" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the demon rushing towards the glazed dome, shouted at the snatchers around him, "Top the spear!"

Almost subconsciously, a group of spearmen swung their arms and bent, and dozens of spears chased the demon's body quickly. This gorgeously decorated study is on the top floor, and the dome is more than ten meters away from the ground according to the building habits in the game.

The demon stopped almost instantly and punched the precious glass carved with magic patterns on the dome. More than a dozen spears suddenly shot, but they still could not break through the demon's tough black skin, causing some insignificant damage.

Ping! The demon's fist tip hit the dome, and spider-like cracks spread out, and a harsh sound broke out. Wang Xiaofeng ran a few steps forward, avoiding the two smashed spears, raised the green vine wooden stick, and a holy light bullet locked the root of the demon's wings.

Ping! A hidden yellow light burst out from the dome, as if it was a condensed magic power, but it quietly passed away under the power of the demon.

The harsh sound pierced the fragile eardrums, the sound of glass shattering, and the semicircular dome with a diameter of five meters suddenly trembled in this punch.

"Broke it for me!" The demon raised his head and roared, his wings shook, and his body suddenly bumped into it. The sound of ping-ping sounds was endless, and the entire dome shattered into pieces of glass as big as fingertips, radiating the brilliance of the afternoon sun, shaking the raised pupils below.

The demon's figure flapped his wings in the sky and rushed towards the white clouds in the sky.

The ball of light from the holy light bomb rushed through the glazed fragments in the air, following the demon's flying back, but in the end it could only scatter into a sliver of holy light, blending into the air with a faint smell of blood.

Wang Xiaofeng looked up at the demon who quickly turned into a black dot, but he was deeply fascinated by the beauty of the broken glass. The light reflected was colorful and confused, making people linger in the magical beauty and unable to extricate themselves.

He was tilting his head to nostalgia, but the surrounding spearmen ran away in a daze. "Glass Rain" fell in the huge study room. These magically treated glasses have a hardness comparable to glass and a sharpness of broken glass. From the perspective of the player, you can see bright "blood rains" floating in the study room.

Norton followed the noise and pushed open the stone door in front of him with some difficulty. He thrust the spear in his hand and wanted to be a noble cannon fodder for the glory of light, but he did not expect to be deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

The young priest, wrapped in holy light, looked up at the depths of the sky in the gorgeous rain of glass, and seemed to see the goddess' palace hidden behind the blue sky and white clouds. The pieces of glass were gently bounced away by the milky white light, which only added to his dream at this time...

Norton forgot his movements for a moment, and stood there with his spear in his hands, as if it were stoned.

The mist and rain fell, leaving a mess alone. Teams of soldiers led their teammates who died in battle and retreated slowly and in an orderly manner. Several maids endured the discomfort and cleaned the blood on the ground. The expensive carpet was quickly taken away, and a clean area where people could stand was cleared.

The city lord, who had been protected by the guards of the group, appeared in a figure. It was a bit unexpected but reasonable. It was the middle-aged man who had met Wang Xiaofeng in front of the church. He covered his forehead with his hands and leaned on the back of the chair, affectionately, sad or happy, looking at the sky much clearer.

Before leaving, many spearmen shook their chests and saluted Wang Xiaofeng, who was standing in the field, as if thanking him for driving away the demons. Wang Xiaofeng didn't know the etiquette, but he also followed suit and returned them one by one. This made the guards who went out whisper: "What a humble and powerful priest."

"Young man, thank you for your actions." The city lord's voice was much hoarse than when he first met. He sat there and revealed a little depressedness. Wang Xiaofeng nodded. It was estimated that the city lord had a strange relationship with the demon who had just driven away.

"You all go out." The city lord ordered the maid and several guards who were only tidying up the room in the house, and his eyes were on Wang Xiaofeng's face, which meant to 't express his feelings' to him.

Norton cast an inquiring look at Wang Xiaofeng, Wang Xiaofeng nodded, the Knight of Light bowed to Wang Xiaofeng, and withdrew from the room with the maids.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man seemed to be organizing language, and seemed to be brewing emotions, but just saying a sentence made Wang Xiaofeng notice the bloody factor, "It makes you laugh." Xiaomi? According to Wang Xiaofeng's inhuman "intellectual" and imagination, a popular battle between father and son was released.

"I believe the high priest has told you everything," the city lord showed a helpless smile on his face, looking at a calm smile, and said in a remembrance voice: "I'm sorry for my brother, I failed to take good care of their mother and son. I thought entrusting him to the high priest to discipline would purify the evil hidden in his body, but I didn't think about it..."

Wang Xiaofeng suddenly realized in his heart that it was not a dispute between father and son, but a family matter between uncle and nephew. After seeing the completion of the task, Wang Xiaofeng immediately figured out the follow-up of the task and said to the lord of Jiyu City: "Actually, I just know that this demon is a young man with freedom of belief. No one told me the story of the story that happened to him."

"Whose order are you coming?" A little hidden light flashed in the city lord's eyes. The familiar light was a hidden murderous intent. Wang Xiaofeng felt secretly in his heart and said in a calm voice: "The order of the Holy See."

"Then, are you interested in listening to me telling a boring story?" "Since it's boring, there's no need to tell it," Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and refused, "I just want to know what you want me to deal with this matter next."

The city lord had a smile on his face, and there was no system prompt to increase his favorability, but Wang Xiaofeng could see the title above the city lord - Yufeng City Lord, Lin Song Arthur.

"How much can you believe me?" "This is the only way to deal with it." "I don't need to hide anything from you. You have other ways to get these messages, right, Apocalypse." "Sir, should know," Wang Xiaofeng remembered the priest who should still be carrying in the cave. "Apocalypse is the darling of a group of gods."

A few minutes later, he opened the thick wooden door and faced Norton's burning gaze, and Wang Xiaofeng walked out of the devastated study room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing that the task was reduced to the changed task and the task completion rate reduced to 30%, he looked at the straight Knight of Light in front of him, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

【Demon Trail】Task Difficulty: Level C Medium

Mission description: After investigation, you confirmed the existence of the blasphemous atheists. These fallen souls worship power, contribute their souls, and possess the incarnation of the demon. But this is not a real demon. After the incarnation is over, you will fall into long-term weakness. Go and find the traces of the demon's escape! Save his soul before it is completely lost!

Mission reward: unknown; failure punishment: none;
Chapter completed!