The extremely powerful sword light, with a spirituality that relieves all pressure, suddenly formed a confrontation with the countless resentments in the supreme world.
The Grave God was shocked by the scene in front of him. He never expected that Wang Nuan's tear would turn the situation around at the critical moment.
In the waiting room, Wang Ling observed the battle remotely and shared the scene in Wang Ming's mind.
Both brothers are paying close attention to the development of the war situation.
"Did Leng Ming show up...I see..." The moment he saw the green grass appear, Wang Ming felt relieved.
He was thinking about a question in his mind.
Wang Ling is the fairy king, then Wang Nuan is the fairy sister.
Then, A Nuan's tears are the legendary... sister juice!
"..." The corner of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.
Pretend you didn't hear anything.
Leng Ming's appearance was expected by Wang Ling, because Leng Ming originally had a savior mechanism. Normally, it would be the blood of the sword master that could trigger this effect similar to the "Savior's Blade".
This is an implicit rule for all sword spirits produced in the Sword King Realm. As long as the sword master is recognized and the sword spirit is needed, the sword spirit will definitely appear.
But Wang Ling didn't want Wang Nuan to get hurt in the slightest.
Therefore, this rule was forcibly modified especially for Wang Nuan. Just a tear can trigger this protective effect.
In the Supreme World, with the emerald green sword light of Leng Ming, this place full of desolation and death seemed to be rejuvenated with new vitality.
The Grave God looked surprised and doubtful. He originally did not take Leng Ming seriously.
It was just a small tomb grass, not worthy of any surprise to him.
However, when Leng Ming appeared at this moment, the Grave God had to admit that he was amazed by the growth of this grass.
Leng Ming, who was born out of nowhere, seemed to have just returned from special training. He obviously had the body of a child, but his body was obviously stronger than before, and he seemed to have grown a lot taller.
He was wearing a gray-green training suit with a strap around his waist. His whole body was filled with an aura of agility, like an elf living in the forest.
When the sword energy surged, Leng Ming's hair naturally floated, exuding a kind of spirituality.
With Leng Ming as the center, this barren ancient mountain was instantly covered with tender green grass.
Wild fire, in spring.
These grasses have unimaginable resilience. They are constantly destroyed and resurrected in this supreme world full of resentment...
"How could he grow to such an extent."
When the Sword King Realm was in chaos, the Grave God clearly remembered Leng Ming's appearance at that time.
It can only be said that the changes brought about now are too great.
"In this supreme world, you must not be arrogant."
The Grave God began to become angry, and the bare ancient mountain in front of him suddenly turned into an oasis.
It made him feel extra dazzling.
Seeing these grasses that were dying and coming back to life spreading outside like geckos, the Tomb God burst out with his final power!
Ten percent of the supreme world pressure!
Bomb them all!
Suddenly, the wails in this world became louder, with bitter and shrill screams and painful groans coming and going, with a kind of wail that sounds like the world is collapsing.
The billowing black gas surged in from the distant horizon, causing this supreme world to fall into unprecedented depression.
These black energies transformed into people of different shapes and colors as they approached, and their scarlet eyes exuded a light like the underworld.
They were all ancient powerful men who had been killed by the Tomb God. Now they were all mobilized and sacrificed by the Supreme World to become an army of the undead.
Stepping on the black clouds, the uniformly black armor of the undead was so eerie that it made the world tremble.
The vast army of undead rushed from afar and besieged the green ancient mountain where Wang Nuan was.
It's a dark place underneath.
Wang Nuan's ancient mountain has turned into the only oasis at this moment, like the last light in a world that is about to be covered by endless darkness.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly and stretched out his strong little arms to block Nuan Girl behind him. His small body looked like a giant at this moment.
The first battle after returning from practice was like this, and it was also a test for Leng Ming himself.
But he was not frightened by the hellish scene in front of him.
Instead, he kept thinking about the combat skills taught to him by his master and mistress during the special training.
At the same time, he is also measuring the gap in combat power between his side and the Tomb God.
This is the supreme world of the Tomb God. In this world, the Tomb God can do whatever he wants.
"We can't delay here anymore, we have to find a way to split this world apart."
So, after thinking carefully, Leng Ming said.
These words made the Grave God laugh on the spot, holding his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest joke in all eternity: "Do you think my supreme world is a watermelon? Just chop it if you say it? Don't forget, you are just a watermelon.
A small piece of grass."
"Shut up! How would you know if you don't give it a blow?" Leng Ming was in an extremely high fighting mood and refused to give up easily.
boom!
At this moment, the undead army in the distance was getting closer, and the deep and murderous aura of the sea of blood swept in, overwhelming it with destructive oppression.
This is an unimaginable deterrent.
The powerful fluctuations deeply shocked Leng Ming.
Leng Ming had never felt this level of pressure before. Even when he accepted the mixed doubles match between Jing Ke and Bai Sheath, the pressure he endured did not seem to be as huge as before.
"Do you feel the difference?" At this moment, the Grave God slowly reached out his hand, curled his fingers, and slowly closed his palms. With every inch of force applied, the energy wave became stronger.
It seems like there will never be an end.
Leng Ming began to become nervous, but he still persisted.
He came here to protect Wang Nuan, and also to show the results of his special training, and did not want to embarrass his master.
"Hey."
At this moment, Wang Nuan slowly crawled over and lay on Leng Ming's back.
The soft touch brought with it the fragrance of baby milk, which suddenly made Leng Ming's face turn red: "Ah Nuan..."
At this moment, Leng Ming felt a sense of peace of mind.
Not only Leng Ming, but Wang Nuan also felt the same.
Because of Leng Ming's appearance, the pressure brought by the Supreme World was equivalent to being divided into two parts.
Wang Nuan and Leng Ming, the master and servant at this time, shared the pressure of the world equally, and suddenly became each other's salvation.
Wang Nuan didn't say a word, like a soft plaster, holding Leng Ming's neck tightly.
At the next moment, the little girl's eyes began to become sharp.
Leng Ming understood instantly.
The real counterattack is about to begin!
Although Nuan Yatou has just been born, her strategic thinking is extremely clear.
She blessed Leng Ming with the power of her shadow path, and for just a moment, the tender green grass that was spreading around began to spread outward at an extremely fast speed...
The speed of this spread was astonishing, forming a green wave that collided with the Tomb God's undead army.
"Are you actually using the shadows of these grasses to offset the effect of withering..."
The grave god was shocked.
He didn't want to think that the little girl in front of him and the grass would have such an unexpected effect.
If this continues, his supreme world will be completely greened!