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. Ever since he took control of the Shinto planet, no one had dared to do this to him, and now a high school student who was born from the earth, which he originally regarded as an inferior planet, actually pressed him on the king's chair and could not 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 still 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 chair. He had previously felt that the origin of this chair was unusual, but he never expected that the king chair was also conscious. Moreover, it did not smell like a weapon spirit, and 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 disturbs 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 can't survive today. It's all because I am too indulgent to Shentian...His Shinto There is only one, and naturally it will not be your opponent." The face 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 person 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 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..." Wang Yi sneered: "There is neither the reality of God nor the method of God, but if you enjoy the name of God, you will definitely suffer backlash."
Wang Xi was chatting and talking lightly, completely ignoring Wang Ling and Bai Sheath.
"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 spearheads at the "God Realm", which was originally the place where cultivators attained enlightenment and ascended.
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 who are in the stage of becoming gods, the gods in their hearts may be at the level of true immortals.
And those true immortals yearn for the Immortal Lord and the "god realm"...
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.
"Are you going to commit suicide, or wait for me to do it?" Wang Xi said, 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 Yi was impatient.
Several gems on his armrest burst out with light. When he pointed forward, a beam of light struck, as thick as a thigh, and accompanied by a strong thunder shook the entire golden palace.
However, the next moment, this divine light was split into two.
"What?" The man 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 "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 cleaning up.
He didn't care what the origin of this king's chair was.
In this world, except for Juan's mother's food and Chen Chao's mouth, there was nothing that could make Wang Ling feel a tremor in his heart. Even the divine pressure released by the king's chair from the real god world did 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.
The young man walked slowly to the golden pillar of the palace and sat 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. The peach wood sword released strong divine energy!
"The power of Shinto..." Wang Xi looked in 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 Jingke, 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 becomes 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!"
(End of chapter)