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, the spirit sword was invisible to ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng could not see it at all. But Jingke is very special, because the shape of Jingke is originally a mahogany sword that can be seen everywhere on the market to ward off evil spirits.
Luo Pang had just discovered this, which surprised him.
"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 forcibly 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 knock him out directly.
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...
"Too strong..." Luo Pang saw that Jingke was firmly held in Wang Ling's hand. The wave of air that erupted when the sword energy roared from the space was still continuing. 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 man and nature - this was a higher level than the unity of man and sword!
"When will I be able to possess a magical 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 daughter-in-law based on her birth date in ancient times.
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After more than ten breaths, the space was finally completely calm.
Wang Ling held Jing Ke in his hand and pointed the sword 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 suddenly shouted. For formations like this that are arranged at the level of loose immortals, in addition to the complexity of the formation, 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 and rushed out of the door.
This speed was extremely fast, like a bolt of light and lightning, and the Thunder-Throwing Lord and Fatty Luo were completely overwhelmed.
Wang Ling didn't look sideways, just frowned, stretched out his foot and stamped.
Before the spirit could even open the door, Wang Ling accurately stepped on its body...
"oops!"
Only the last small point of the formation pattern, which looked like a small tail, had been stepped on, but the formation spirit was shocked to find that it could not move another half step...
Wang Ling's speed had 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 it up 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 the Thunder-throwing Lord said was a bit late...
When Wang Ling took action, he had no intention of leaving this formation spirit behind.
Wang Ling hated anything that disturbed his peaceful life.
Whether it is the main messenger behind the scenes or the formation spirit in front of him, they are the same.
Therefore, since he wanted a peaceful life, he didn't need to worry about the follow-up. Whether the formation spirit was strong or weak had nothing to do with Wang Ling. Taking everyone out of the space safely was his 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 in the softness is real.
Luo Pang only felt that Jing Ke was really cool and unrestrained, and nothing could be better than a gentle sword strike.
The formation 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, because I have eyesight and don't recognize Mount Tai..."
Wang Ling didn't even glance 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 could not help but gasp.
Array spirits at the Sanxian level can be cut at will... Moreover, they are dead with just one strike...
This is probably the 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 was 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...
(End of chapter)