The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The Evil Sword God was shot directly into the earth, and at this moment, one word came to mind: three points into the earth...

Staring at the deeply sunken human-shaped gravure on the ground, Wang Ling's slap was still floating with blue smoke.

In fact, when Wang Ling was still at home before this, he noticed a trace of uneasy feeling, but unfortunately he was a step late.

This palm was a lesson from Wang Ling's contempt for the Evil Sword God, and he did not use all his strength.

Because Wang Ling felt that it would be a little too cheap for him to free such demons with just a slap of his own...

Wang Ling was floating in the void. In order to prevent others from getting involved in this battle, at the same time when he slapped the Evil Sword God, the inherent spiritual realm had already covered the surrounding area, forming an independent space that was separated from the real world. .

The Evil Sword God crawled out of the pit with a hematoma on his face, his face twitching slightly... In addition to anger, he was more surprised.

He stared at Wang Ling...

Sanxian?

No... It is definitely stronger than the Loose Immortal, but judging from the realm and breath alone, the boy in front of him is indeed a Loose Immortal.

However, if it's just a loose immortal, it's really unscientific that a slap can beat him like this...

Evil Sword God raised his eyes, stretched out his hand and stroked his cheek, a purple aura lit up from his hand, and the hematoma on his face was almost instantly repaired.

He jumped out of the pit, looked around, and found that the scenery in front of him had changed, and because of the Ziji Demon Eyes, he knew very well that this was not an illusion, and that the real scene was right in front of him, The old stone carvings, the dozen or so palm trees that are still standing still, and the teaching building that seems to have been renovated many times behind it, everything is true.

And at this moment, the young man who slapped himself on the ground is now on the old stone sculpture, looking down at him from above...

"Is there an instant inherent spiritual realm..." The evil sword god's eyes dimmed, and he thought that this young man's miscellaneous cultivator is really not simple.

The powerful powers that are not in their own realm and leapfrog levels, and these inherent spiritual realms that can only be displayed at the true immortal level can be instantly cast.

All of this shows the strength of the young man...

"Ha...did you be careless?" Thinking of this, the Evil Sword God held his belly and began to laugh as if he had lost his mind.

How many years have passed...

It had been too long since he had tasted what pain was like.

Wang Ling's slap woke him up, and it also made him feel that a kind of evil spirit fused in the blood was constantly rolling over...

"Miscellaneous, you did a great job! You have successfully aroused my interest! The junior who was killed by this seat before dared to track me backward through sword energy, and this seat thought it was a provocation!"

The Evil Sword God held Shengwu in his left hand and Potian in his right, then raised his right arm, and pointed his sword at Wang Ling: "Since you are his friend and he is disrespectful to this seat, you should be punished by the same guilt! It's not just you! When this seat will tear you into eight pieces, and then capture your soul, your relatives and friends will be killed by this seat one by one!"

Hearing this, Wang Ling took a deep breath.

Having said that, the Evil Sword God looked around with contempt, and hummed: "Humph! This area has only a spiritual realm, what can I do?"

The Evil Sword God is very confident. He believes that he was just careless before, because he did not resort to any means of defense at that time, and only used his physical body to resist, but he accidentally suffered a big loss.

But now, in his serious state, the Evil Sword God felt that his evil nature was surging... Wang Ling's slap aroused his fighting spirit!

And not only that, now he has gathered Potian and Shengwu, these two combined spirit swords on the Spirit Sword Ranking that are both offensive and defensive, making his combat power even stronger than before.

"Miscellaneous... The game is over from the moment I seized this sword of victory!"

The next moment, the Evil Sword God strikes again!

"Miscellaneous practitioners die!"

He flashed on the ground like a thunderbolt, even in Wang Ling's inherent spiritual realm, his actions were still very fast!

Holding two swords, he moved towards the old stone sculpture where Wang Ling was standing, and at the same time differentiated into multiple clones, dazzling and dizzying.

Watching this scene, Wang Ling sighed inwardly. He didn't quite understand why people with higher realms like to perform acrobatics during battle these days.

This kind of bells and whistles attacking is a headache to watch, and in Wang Ling's view, it does not actually play a key role in reversing the final result of the battle.

So, let's keep it simple...

Watching the more and more silhouettes of the Evil Sword God rushing over and splitting, Wang Ling's eyes were only focused on the only body from beginning to end.

Then, he raised his hand, and the second slap was ready to go...

kindness……

The body of the evil sword god is getting closer and closer...

At the next moment, a figure appeared from Wang Ling's front.

However, Wang Ling ignored it at all.

His face was indifferent and expressionless.

"Go to hell! Miscellaneous!" At this moment, the body of the evil sword god appeared from behind him.

On the old stone sculpture, Wang Ling moved around in one body...

boom!

Just like playing golf, the second slap landed on Evil Sword God's face with precision again!

The huge force was almost covered in a crushing trend, and half of the Evil Sword God's face was directly sunk into it.

The Evil Sword God was once again swept away by Wang Ling!

Different beginnings, in exchange for the same ending, the history is always strikingly similar...

In the inherent spiritual realm, the teaching building has been penetrated by the evil sword god. Wang Ling's slap directly drew the evil sword god into the main building of the teaching building, passed through several classrooms, and passed the toilet by the way... In the end When he flew out, he was still holding the water tank in the toilet on his head.

Wang Ling stared at him with a relaxed attitude. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed all the two swords beside the Evil Sword God with a gravitational technique.

"how can that be……"

The Evil Sword God got up on the playground with a bloody face, spit out a big mouthful of blood with a wow.

He has been completely beaten!

...

At the same time, Wang Ling turned to look at another place in the void.

Previously, the Thunder Throwing True Monarch, who was collapsed into a blood mist by the power of kendo, has been re-condensed, and even the long clothes, long pants and white robes on his body have been perfectly restored... Under the special effect of the soul-suppressing ring, he was directly resurrected on the spot, and there was no trace of it. No difference!

As early as when Wang Ling arrived here, he had already noticed that Thunder Throwing True Monarch hadn't really died, because he could feel that the spirit sword contract between Shengwu Sword and Thunder Throwing True Monarch had not been interrupted.

Among the ten soul-suppressing rings he refined using "Great Refining Artifact" with reference to "Eight Gate Artifacts", the rest are average third-grade holy weapons, only this one from Thunder Throwing True Monarch is the most special one... …

The function of the soul-suppressing ring, in addition to accommodating the soul space, the most important ability is to protect the soul, keep the soul from dispersing, and use the soul as the foundation to reunite the body for resurrection after two minutes.

This is a serious resurrection ring.

The only difference is that the third-grade Soul Requiring Ring in the hands of others can only be resurrected twice at most.

And this one in the hands of the Thunder Throwing True Monarch is at the realm level...

As long as the ring is not destroyed.

In theory, it can be done...

Unlimited resurrection...