284 Flying luck 1

"I think. This should be caused by the previous secret method of creating flight luck. Well, peeled off the soul of the flying demon and wings, and finally merge it together. Of course, the fusion here must require some unique secrets to form real luck... No wonder that the current flying luck has almost been lost. It turned out that During the production process. You must also understand these strange things. Lao Sheng said with a faint smile.

"So... there should be no negative effect on learning this thing, right?" Lin Long asked tremblingly.

"The soul you just sensed should be the purple cloud sculpture, which has been tempered for so many years. Most of its wisdom has completely turned into the instinct of beasts. As long as you are a little defensive when using it, nothing will generally happen. Lao Sheng smiled.

Hearing the old words, Lin Long breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little afraid of learning this thing, which would make him control himself by the soul of the purple cloud sculpture. After all, the fifth-level demon. The wisdom is not lower than that of human beings.

Once again, he bet his eyes on the black eagle wing on the scroll. After carefully reading the program described on the side of the scroll for several times, he frowned slightly and whispered: "It is said that in the process of learning, the purple cloud carving soul in the wing may attack the learner, if he can resist it. Soul attack. Then you can continue to study. If not, advise those who get it to give up learning.

"Wow, it seems that it's still a little dangerous to learn from this flying luck." After taking a breath, Lin Long sighed helplessly.

"If you want to get something, you naturally have to pay something else." Lao Sheng smiled faintly and said, "With your soul strength, you don't need to worry too much about the soul attack of Ziyundiao. Although it is the fifth level. But now, it's just a remnant soul. It can't be a climate."

Hearing this, Lin Long nodded slightly, immediately gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind to slowly stretch out his palm.

His palms moved to the scroll, gently pressed his soft wings, took a deep breath, and Lin Long slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after the palm of his hand was close to his wings, in the eagle's wing, the tyrannical eagle's soul suddenly made a sharp cry that made his soul tremble, and the sound passed through the scroll, and finally followed the forest dragon's arm, like a drill, hitting his brain desperately.

When he was attacked from the soul for the first time, Lin Long suddenly trembled and his face turned a little white.

"Chen, guard your head and let it attack!" Among the jade, there was a shout from Lao Sheng.

gritted his teeth and nodded. Lin Long's soul summoning power was outside his head, surrounded by several circles of protection, and finally resisted the shrill call of the soul.

It seemed that seeing the hiss of the soul was ineffective. After the moment of silence, a tyrannical emotion suddenly came out of the scroll and then rushed to the depths of Lin Long's heart.

"Keep your mind and don't let it control your emotions, or you will become a beast that only knows how to kill!" Lao Sheng's sinking voice sounded extremely well.

Taking a deep breath again, Lin Long kept his mind and did not dare to let the tyrannical emotions invade at all.

This soul contest lasted for more than ten minutes before it ended slowly with the defeat of the purple cloud sculpture. In terms of strength, although Lin Long is far inferior to the fifth-order demon ghost, after countless years of suppression, now this purple cloud sculpture has been with a disabled wild There is no difference between beasts.

When the beast-like tyrannical emotion withdrew from the tide of his heart, Lin Long's whole body suddenly softened, his face was pale, and he looked extremely tired. This kind of soul confrontation was far from the energy consumed by the physical touch.

"Did you succeed?" Wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Lin Long asked.

"Well, you are qualified to learn this thing."

Hearing the words, Lin Long smiled happily, and his palms touched the eagle wings again, but this time, he was no longer attacked. He squeezed his lips. The soul gas in Lin Long's body slowly ran in his body along the track described on the scroll. After a moment, the soul gas flowed to his arm and gradually rushed into the palm of his hand.

When the soul gas appeared in the palm, the eagle wings on the black scroll suddenly glowed, purple and black, getting thicker and thicker, and finally turned into two small purple-black rays and lightning rushed into Lin Long's palm.

After two small purple-black rays entered Linlong's body, they flowed rapidly along the meridians. When they flowed to the meridians at Linlong's back, they suddenly paused, and then turned their heads to pull out two extremely small branches.

These two branches extend from the backbone and stop slowly when they reach the back.

Lin Long, who was still stunned by the disappearance of the eagle wings, suddenly let out a sad scream. The sweat on his forehead suddenly rolled down, clenched his fists together, gasped heavily, and hissed, "What the hell is going on?"

His body curled on the bed. Lin Long bit his lips vigorously, and a trace of blood spread in his mouth. After persisting for a moment, Lin Long finally couldn't stand the severe pain of tearing the meridians and fainted very simply.

When Lin Long woke up from his coma, his whole body was still as painful as a needle. His fingers stroked the black and red iron on his fingers. A small cave appeared in his hand, tilting the mouth of the bottle and pouring a few drops of pink ** into his mouth. \\

After taking this pink** with pain relief effect, Lin Long's tingling pain all over his body slowly disappeared a lot. When he got up, Lin Long picked up the black scroll, but found that all the fonts and eagle wing pictures on it had disappeared.

Looking at the empty scroll, Lin Long blinked his eyes, suddenly took off his clothes, and then took out a crystal mirror from the black and red iron. With the afterglow of reflection, Lin Long could find that there was a pair of palm-sized black eagle wing tattoos on his back.

"Is this the purple cloud wings?" He muttered doubtfully, and his soul moved at will and poured into a pair of small tattoos behind him along the two small branches.

Receiving the transmission of soul gas, the dark tattoo Lima released a faint purple light, and finally turned into a real wing, and the area of the black eagle wing also expanded from the size of a palm to about half a foot.

Curiously looking at the pair of eagle wings with purple patterns, Lin Long controlled it to fan slightly. A small buoyancy emerged under his body, but the buoyancy was too small to make Lin Long leave the ground.