The Shinto Star Master was pinned down on the king's chair by a strong pressure. His old face turned red and he felt a great sense of shame. Since he took control of the Shinto Star, no one has ever dared to do this to him, and now a
The earth, which he originally regarded as an inferior planet, was born from a high school student who pinned him down on the king's chair unable to move.
He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly heard a sound, which actually came from the king's chair under the main seat of the Shinto Star.
Although the Shinto Star Master was pinned down on the king's chair and could not move, the king's chair slowly turned around and turned the back of the chair to face Wang Ling. At the same time, a face without sadness or joy appeared on the back of the chair:
"I made a miscalculation. I didn't expect that the earth... no, there is a person like you in the universe."
Wang Xi opened his mouth, and in an instant, the fluctuations of divine energy around him completely calmed down.
Wang Ling stared at the king's chair. He had previously felt that the origin of this chair was unusual, but he never expected that the king's chair was also conscious. Moreover, it did not smell like a weapon spirit, but was completely different from the weapon spirit.
What's this?
god?
Or is there another name?
The universe is so big, there are so many things that Wang Ling has not yet solved.
But Wang Ling didn't care what the royal chair was.
Be it a god or a devil.
Since it bothers you, just destroy it.
"You are an extraordinary human being. With such powerful strength, even if you come to our Shinto, you are still the only god among them. But you cannot survive today. It's all because I am too indulgent towards Shen Tian... His
There is only one Shinto, so naturally I will not be your opponent." The man on the back of the chair spoke, and he spoke without any emotion. This is what is truly terrifying.
And the Shentian he mentioned was the name of the Shinto Star Lord.
"Then what are you? A weapon spirit?" At this time, Bai Sheath usually spoke from the front.
The face of the man on the king's chair showed a smile, and the golden light around him shone brightly. There were actually star points like petals lingering around him, like a high-altitude god.
"God is me, and I am God... You cultivators on earth have never touched the realm of gods, so naturally you don't know what gods are. The most ridiculous thing is that you actually have a place called the realm of gods..." King Chair
Sneered: "You have neither the reality of God nor the method of God, but you enjoy the name of God, and you will definitely suffer backlash."
Wang Yi talked freely, speaking lightly, and did not pay attention to Wang Ling and Bai Sheath at all.
"The real divine realm is at the boundary of the universe, a place you can never touch. If you hadn't set up your own divine realm and pretended to be gods, you wouldn't have been punished by this god." Wang Yi spoke eloquently, and he pointed out
He found the key to the contradiction and pointed all the fingers at the "God Realm", which was originally the place where cultivators attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven.
Wang Ling didn't understand the interpretation of God.
He has never seen a real god.
This is all relative.
To ordinary people, perhaps cultivators in the divine transformation stage are already considered gods.
For those in the transformation stage, the god in their hearts may be at the level of a true immortal.
And those true immortals yearn for the Immortal Lord and the "god domain"...
Since ancient times, cultivators have never stopped pursuing the realm.
If we sum it up in simple and easy-to-understand words, whoever is stronger is the god.
The Shinto Star Master also seemed to be silenced by the King's Chair. Only then did Wang Ling realize that this Star Master was actually a puppet, and his real opponent was actually the King's Chair.
"Should you commit suicide, or should you wait for me to take action?" Wang Yi spoke, his words reaching to the sky, as if they were ringing from the center of the universe.
He deliberately used this divine pressure to hit Wang Ling. Wang Ling did feel the pressure, but the pressure was not enough to make him kneel down.
"Do it, it's too troublesome." Wang Ling stared at the king's chair and transmitted his voice.
"What do you mean?" Wang Xi was impatient.
Several gems on his armrest erupted with light. He pointed forward, and a beam of light struck, as thick as a thigh, accompanied by a strong thunder that shook the entire golden palace.
However, the next moment, this divine light was split into two.
"What?" The person on the back of the chair frowned.
He looked intently and saw a mahogany sword in the young man's hand.
Wang Ling has said the line "The sword comes" countless times, but now he is a little tired.
After a good summer vacation, troubles hit him one after another. This world of gods is a bit in need of treatment.
He didn't care what the origin of this royal chair was.
In this world, except for Juan's mother's food and Chen Chao's mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel a tremor in his heart. Even the divine pressure released by the king's chair from the real god world does not make Wang Ling
Ling felt the slightest bit timid.
Wang Xi stopped taking action because he noticed something strange from the young man's calm posture...
On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.
I saw the young man slowly walking to the golden pillar of the palace and sitting down slowly. He put one arm casually on his knees, leaned against the pillar with his back, and sighed softly.
"This sitting posture..." At this moment, Wang Zi was shocked.
He actually saw a familiar figure from this sitting posture.
impossible……
This person is no longer here!
On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face kept changing. He stared at the young man with his eyes that could see through everything, but he saw that the young man's past life and future were completely void, completely unable to be seen.
Wang Ling smiled.
He knew that Wang Xi was looking at him.
But, even he himself couldn't see clearly his past and future, let alone this broken chair.
"It's time to end." Wang Ling turned his gaze to the king's chair. At this time, the king's chair no longer had the arrogance it had before.
There is a very dangerous feeling lingering in the king's heart.
Wang Ling gently threw the peach wood sword in his hand into the void, and the peach wood sword released strong divine energy!
"The power of Shinto..." Wang Xi showed his disbelief: "You transferred the power of Shinto to your sword spirit?"
"No."
Wang Ling shook his head, and his cold voice echoed in the air: "It's just a make-up lesson."
Wang Yi: "Make up lessons???"
Wang Ling: "I can learn it, and my sword spirit can naturally learn it too."
In fact, in the few dozen seconds when Wang Ling summoned Jing Ke, cut off the divine light, and sat down, the make-up lesson had already been completed.
Now, the reason why Wang Ling threw Jingke into the void was to make Jingke resonate with Bai Sheath.
When the sword body and scabbard are close together, the memories between the two will merge into one! The power of Shinto will also become two parts!
"So, there is no need for me to take action at all." Wang Ling stared at the king's chair with an unruffled expression.
At this time, Bai Sheath, who understood Wang Ling's meaning, had transformed into a sword scabbard for the first time.
On the contrary, Jingke hesitated slightly in the void... He had never entered the scabbard, and he was a little shy for a moment, and the sword body glowed with red light...
Bai Sheath was a little impatient: "Stop talking nonsense! Come in quickly!"