The space shook violently, and the flying ash on the ceiling was knocked down.
The familiar brown-yellow sword light penetrated from the cracks in the void and directly illuminated the entire space.
Under normal circumstances, spiritual swords are invisible in the eyes of ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng cannot see them at all. But Jingke is very special, because the shape of Jingke is originally a peach wood sword that can be seen everywhere on the market and is specially used to ward off evil spirits.
Luo Pang had just discovered this, which made him particularly surprised.
"Jing Ke... Lord Jing Ke!" The moment he saw Jing Ke appear, Luo Pang's voice was trembling.
He was so excited, and was amazed at Wang Ling's ability... In this completely blocked space, he could tear open a gap and forcefully summon a spiritual sword. What kind of power is this?
Luo Fat felt that this was completely beyond his understanding.
The moment Jingke summoned him, Diurei patted the back of Lie Mengmeng's neck with a tacit understanding, and used acupoint impact to directly knock him out.
The mental pressure caused by tearing apart the space and summoning the spirit sword cannot be endured by ordinary people. This is no longer a physical attack that autumn clothes or long trousers can block.
If there are sequelae here, Lie Mengmeng is likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease in his later years...
"It's too strong..." Luo Pang saw that Jingke was firmly held in Wang Ling's hands, and the wave of air that erupted when the sword energy roared from the space was still continuing, and he felt that his face was constantly trembling.
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This aura came quickly, but dissipated just as quickly. Luo Pang felt that Jing Ke was too handsome, and his compatibility with Ling Zhenren was not an ordinary match.
When Wang Ling held Jing Ke, and their breaths blended together, there was a feeling of unity between heaven and man - this was a higher level than the unity of man and sword!
"When will I be able to possess a magic weapon that is as compatible as Master Jingke and Master Ling..." Luo Pang blinked his eyes, his heart filled with envy. After all, this kind of thing is something you can only meet but cannot ask for.
He has collected many magic weapons and made many magic weapons, but the problem of the compatibility of the magic weapons cannot be solved by simply making them.
The compatibility between the spirit sword and the sword master is a very profound knowledge. Luo Pang thinks that in layman terms, it is like choosing a wife based on her birth date in ancient times.
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After more than ten breaths, the space finally became completely calm.
Wang Ling held Jingke in his hand and pointed the sword's edge at the formation pattern on the ground.
Just when he was about to cut it off, the formation pattern actually started to move on its own, as if it had come alive.
"No, the formation spirit of this formation has been awakened and wants to escape!" Luo Pang shouted immediately. For formations like this at the level of loose immortals, in addition to the complex formations, most of them contain formation spirits.
.In order to maintain the safety and stability of the formation, the formation spirit will shift the position of the core formation every once in a while.
But now, this spirit has been awakened in advance...
"You want to destroy me? It's not that easy! I am made of laws. In this space, as long as I don't want to die, I can achieve immortality." The formation spirit laughed proudly.
This large-scale magic circle is not trivial to begin with. It can be equipped with illusions and multiple layers of parallel spaces. It is an advanced magic circle that belongs to the flow of space. This spirit formation is certainly not a common thing.
As soon as he finished speaking, the formation pattern originally engraved in the room turned into a ghost like a swimming dragon, instantly floated up and rushed out of the door.
The speed was so fast that it shot up like a beam of light and lightning, and the Thunder-Throwing Lord and Fatty Luo were completely overwhelmed.
Wang Ling didn't look sideways, he just frowned and stretched out his foot to stamp.
Before the spirit could even open the door, Wang Ling accurately stepped on its body...
"oops!"
Only the last small point of the array pattern, which looked like a cut-off tail, had been stepped on, but the array spirit was shocked to find that it could not move another half step...
Wang Ling's speed has exceeded the formation spirit's imagination, and the force of this kick was like a nail, nailing it firmly to the ground.
"Brother Ling, this formation spirit is definitely not an ordinary thing that can drive such a large magic circle! It would be great if it could be captured alive!" Lord Throwing Thunder suddenly said.
The value of a Sanxian-level formation spirit is simply immeasurable.
Generally, when driving a magic circle, a formation flag and a person who set up the formation are needed. In the absence of the person who set up the formation, the formation spirit can play the role of replacing the one who set up the formation. However, it is simply difficult to subdue a powerful formation spirit.
Heaven, this is the product of the law, the principle is somewhat similar to the sword spirit.
There are only a handful of magic formations that can actively breed formation spirits since ancient times.
However, it seems that what Lord Throwing Thunder said was a bit late...
When Wang Ling took action, he had no intention of leaving this formation behind.
Wang Ling hated anything that disturbed his peaceful life.
No matter it is the main messenger behind the scenes or the formation spirit in front of you, they are the same.
Therefore, since he wants a peaceful life, he doesn't need to worry about the follow-up at all. Whether this formation spirit is strong or weak has nothing to do with Wang Ling. Bringing everyone out of the space safely is what he wants.
The original purpose.
Wang Ling raised his hand, and the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly glowed with light...
The brown sword light lingered around Jingke's body. It was not eye-catching. On the contrary, it could be said to be very soft. But the sense of oppression carried by the softness was real.
Luo Pang only felt that Jing Ke was really cool and unrestrained, and nothing could be better than a gentle sword strike.
The array spirit showed a look of fear. It instinctively sensed the danger of this mahogany spiritual sword, and quickly opened its mouth and begged: "I beg the immortal to let it go, but I have eyesight that doesn't recognize Mount Tai..."
Wang Ling didn't even look at the formation spirit and directly struck down with his sword.
This formation spirit didn't even scream in surprise. The sword light penetrated directly through its body. The next moment, its ghostly body cracked and shattered together with the core formation patterns hidden in it.
"Brother Ling..."
Seeing this scene, Lord Throwing Thunder and Luo Pang couldn't help but gasped.
Array spirits at the Sanxian level can be cut at will... Moreover, they are dead with just one strike...
This is probably the big boss...
"..." Lord Throwing Thunder was heartbroken. If he could subdue such a powerful formation spirit, he would definitely be a powerful younger brother!
But soon, Lord Throwing Thunder felt relieved, because what Wang Ling did was not wrong.
From the beginning, he has always been such a person...
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The formation spirit was destroyed, the core formation pattern was destroyed, and the game space began to collapse inch by inch.
A little bit of sunlight penetrated from the dark space and hit Wang Ling's face...
Lord Throwing Thunder and Fatty Luo stood aside and looked at him. I wonder if it was because a crisis had been resolved. They felt that Wang Ling's serious face before seemed to look much more peaceful.
Wang Ling didn't say anything, he just helped Lie Mengmeng beside him, put it on his shoulders, and walked out in the direction of the light little by little...