The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The space shook violently, and the fly ash on the ceiling was shaken off.

The familiar brown-yellow sword light penetrated from the crack in the void and directly illuminated the entire space.

Under normal circumstances, the spirit sword is an invisible thing in the eyes of ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng can't see it at all. But Jingke is very special, because Jingke's shape is originally a peach wood sword for evil spirits that can be seen everywhere on the market.

This is what Luo Fatty had just discovered, which surprised him.

"Jingke...Lord Jingke!" The moment he saw Jingke appear, Luo Fatty's voice trembled.

He was so excited, and he was amazed at Wang Ling's ability... In this completely blocked space, he could tear a gap and forcibly summon a spirit sword. What kind of power is this?

Luo Fat felt that this was completely beyond his comprehension.

At the moment Jingke summoned, Diu Lei tacitly patted Lie Mengmeng's neck with his palm, and used the acupoint impact to stun him directly.

Ordinary people can't bear the mental pressure caused by tearing apart the space and summoning the spirit sword. This is no longer a physical attack that can be blocked by Qiu Yi or Qiu Pants.

If there are sequelae left here, Lie Mengmeng is likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease in the later years of his life...

"It's too strong..." Luo Fatty saw Jingke being held firmly in Wang Ling's hand, and the wave of sword qi that erupted from the space was still continuing, and he felt his face shaking constantly.

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This breath came quickly, but also dissipated quickly. Luo Fatty felt that Jingke was so handsome, and it was not a normal match with Ling Zhenren.

When Wang Ling held Jingke in his hand, when the breaths of the two blended together, there was a feeling of the unity of heaven and man - this is a higher level than the unity of man and sword!

"When will I be able to have a magic weapon with the same affinity as Master Jingke and Ling Zhenren..." Luo Fatty blinked, his heart full of envy, after all, this kind of thing can be encountered but not sought after. He has collected a lot of magic weapons and made a lot of magic weapons, but the problem of the compatibility of magic weapons cannot be solved by simply forging them.

The relationship between the spirit sword and the sword master is a very profound knowledge. Luo Pang felt that to put it in simple words, it was like picking a daughter-in-law to look at her birthday in ancient times.

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After more than ten breaths, the space was finally completely calm.

Wang Ling held Jingke in his hand, and his sword was aimed at the pattern on the ground.

Just when it was about to be cut off, the pattern actually moved on its own as if it had come to life.

"No, the array spirit of this pattern has been awakened, and I want to escape!" Luo Fatty shouted suddenly. A formation like this scattered immortal-level arrangement, in addition to the complex pattern, and most of them have an array of spirits. . In order to maintain the safety and stability of the formation, the formation will shift the position of the core formation every once in a while.

And now, this spirit was awakened in advance...

"Want to destroy me? It's not that easy! I'm made of laws. In this space, as long as I don't want to die, I can be immortal and indestructible." Zhen Ling laughed complacently.

This round of large-scale magic circles is no trivial matter from the beginning. It can be accompanied by illusions and multi-layered parallel spaces. It belongs to the high-level magic circles of spatial flow. Of course, this spirit is not a common thing.

As soon as the voice fell, the pattern that was originally engraved in the room turned into a ghost like a wandering dragon, which instantly floated up and rushed out of the door.

This speed is extremely fast, like a beam of light, and Thunder Throwing True Monarch and Fatty Luo are completely dizzy.

Wang Ling didn't look sideways, he just frowned, and stomped his foot.

Before this spirit burst open the door, Wang Ling's body was precisely stepped on by Wang Ling...

"oops!"

It's just that the last little bit of the pattern was stepped on like a small tail, but this array of spirits was shocked to find that he could no longer move half a step...

Wang Ling's speed was beyond the spirit's imagination. The force of his foot was like a nail, and it was firmly nailed to the ground.

"Brother Ling, being able to drive such a large array, this array of spirits is by no means unusual! It would be great if it could be captured alive!" Thunder Throwing True Monarch said suddenly.

The value of the spirit of the Loose Immortal level is simply immeasurable.

Generally, when driving the array, you need a flag and an array player, and in the absence of the array player, the array spirit can play the role of replacing the array player, but it is difficult to conquer a powerful array spirit. God, this is the product of the law, and the principle is somewhat similar to that of Sword Spirit.

And there are only a handful of magic circles that can actively breed spirits since ancient times.

However, the Thunder Throwing Lord seems to be a little late...

When Wang Ling made his move, he had no intention of leaving behind this spirit formation.

Wang Ling hated everything that disturbed his peaceful life.

Whether it is the main messenger behind the scenes or the array spirit in front of him, it is the same.

Therefore, since he wanted a peaceful life, he didn't need to care about the follow-up at all. Whether this spirit formation was strong or weak, for Wang Ling, it had nothing to do with him. Bringing everyone out of the space safely was his original purpose.

Wang Ling raised his hand, and the spirit sword in his hand suddenly glowed with light...

This brown sword glow lingered around Jingke's body, and it wasn't very bright. On the contrary, it could be said to be very soft. But the sense of oppression carried in that softness is real.

Luo Fatty only felt that Jingke was really unrestrained, a gentle sword, nothing more than that.

The array spirit showed a look of fear. It instinctively sensed the danger of this peach wood spirit sword, and quickly opened its mouth and begged bitterly: "I beg the immortal to let go, because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai..."

Wang Ling didn't even look at the spirit formation, and fell directly with a sword.

This formation of spirit didn't even scream, the sword glow directly penetrated its body, and the next moment, its ghostly body and the core formation lines hidden in the body cracked open and shattered.

"Brother Ling..."

Seeing this scene, Thunder Throwing True Monarch and Luo Fatty couldn't help but gasped.

Loose Immortal-level array spirits, if they say they are cut, they will be cut... Moreover, they will die after only one strike...

This is probably the boss...

"..." Thunder Throwing True Monarch is very heartbroken, if such a powerful array spirit can be subdued, he is definitely a powerful little brother!

But soon, Thunder Throwing True Monarch was relieved, because Wang Ling's actions were not wrong.

He has always been, from the beginning, a person like this...

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The array spirit was destroyed, the core array pattern was destroyed, and the game space began to crack inch by inch.

A little bit of sunlight penetrated from the dark space and hit Wang Ling's face...

True Lord Thunder Throwing and Fatty Luo stood aside and looked at him, wondering if it was because a crisis was resolved, they felt that Wang Ling's serious face before seemed to be much more secure.

Wang Ling never said a word, but just lifted up Lie Mengmeng next to him, put it on his shoulders, and walked out in the direction of the light little by little...