The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1584 Fairy Girl Wang Nuan (197)

The extremely powerful sword light, with a kind of spirituality to dispel all pressure, suddenly formed a kind of confrontation with the thousands of resentments in the supreme world.

The Tomb God was startled by the scene in front of him, and never expected that Wang Nuan's tear would turn the situation around at a critical moment.

In the waiting room, Wang Ling observed the battle remotely, and at the same time shared the images in Wang Ming's mind.

The two elder brothers are closely watching the development of the war situation.

"Has Leng Ming appeared...so that's how it is..." Wang Ming felt a sense of relief when he saw the green grass appearing.

He was thinking about a question in his mind.

Wang Ling is the fairy king, so Wang Nuan is the fairy sister.

Then, Ah Nuan's tears are the legendary... sister juice!

"..." Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

Pretend you didn't hear anything.

The appearance of Leng Ming was expected by Wang Ling, because Leng Ming originally had a savior mechanism, and usually it might be the blood of the sword master that can trigger this effect similar to the "Savior Spirit Blade".

This is an internal rule of all sword spirits from the Sword King Realm, as long as the sword master is identified, the sword spirit will definitely appear when necessary.

But Wang Ling didn't want to hurt Wang Nuan in the slightest.

He forcibly modified this rule especially for Wang Nuan, as long as a drop of tear can trigger this protective effect.

In the supreme world, accompanied by the cold emerald green sword light, this place full of desolation and death seems to be rejuvenated with new vitality.

The tomb god looked suspicious, he didn't take Leng Ming seriously.

It was just a small celestial grass, not worthy of his surprise.

However, when Leng Ming appeared at this moment, the Tomb God had to admit that he was amazed by the growth of this grass.

Leng Ming, who was born in the sky, seemed to have just returned from special training. He was obviously a child's body, but his body was obviously stronger than before, and he seemed to have grown a lot taller.

He was wearing a gray-green exercise suit with a belt around his waist, and his whole body was full 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 at the center, this barren ancient mountain was instantly covered with tender green grass.

Wild fire, in spring.

These small grasses have unimaginable resilience. They are constantly being destroyed and reborn in this supreme world full of resentment...

"It can grow to such a degree."

When the Sword King Realm was in turmoil earlier, the Tomb God clearly remembered Leng Ming's appearance at that time.

It can only be said that the changes brought about by now are too great.

"In the supreme world of this seat, don't be presumptuous."

The tomb god became angry, and the bare ancient mountain in front of him turned into an oasis in a blink of an eye.

It made him feel extra dazzling.

Seeing these dead and revived grass spreading outward like a gecko, the Tomb God erupted with his last strength!

Ten percent of the highest world pressure!

Bombard them all!

All of a sudden, the howls of this world became louder, with mournful screams and painful groans one after another, carrying a whine of a collapse of the sky.

Billows of black air surged from the distant horizon, causing this supreme world to fall into an unprecedented depression.

When these black air approached, they transformed into people of different colors, and their scarlet eyes exuded a ghostly and hellish light.

They are all ancient strongmen who were once killed by the tomb god, and now they are all mobilized by the supreme world, sacrificed, and become an army of undead.

Stepping on the black clouds, the all-black undead armor is so dense that it makes the world tremble.

The vast army of undead rushed from afar, besieging the ancient green mountain where Wang Nuan was.

There is a mass of darkness underneath.

Wang Nuan's ancient mountain turned into the only oasis at this moment, like the last light in this world that is about to be covered by endless darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly, stretched out his strong little arms to block the warm girl behind, his small body looked like a giant at this moment.

The first battle after returning from practice was like this, which was also a test for Leng Ming himself.

But he was not frightened by the scene of hell in front of him.

Instead, he kept thinking about the fighting skills that his master and wife taught him when he gave him special training.

At the same time, he was also measuring the gap in combat power between his side and the Tomb God.

This is the supreme world of the Grave God, and in this world, the Grave God can do whatever he wants.

"We can't delay here anymore, we must find a way to split the world."

So, after serious thinking, Leng Ming said.

Hearing these words, the Tomb God laughed on the spot, clutching his stomach, as if he heard Le, the funniest joke ever: "Do you think the supreme world of this seat is a watermelon? You can chop it if you say it? Don't forget, you are just a melon!" A little grass."

"Shut up! If you don't hack, how will you know?" Leng Ming was very excited about the battle and refused to admit defeat easily.

boom!

At this moment, the undead army in the distance is getting closer, and the deep killing atmosphere of the blood sea swept over, covering it with a destructive oppressive force.

It's an unimaginable deterrent.

The powerful fluctuation shocked Leng Ming deeply.

Leng Ming had never felt this level of pressure before. Even when he was accepting the mixed doubles between Jing Ke and Bai Sheath, the pressure he was under did not seem to be as great as before.

"Do you feel the gap?" At this moment, the Grave God slowly reached out, curling his fingers, and slowly closed his palms. Every inch of force, the energy fluctuations became stronger.

It seems like there will never be an end.

Leng Ming began to get nervous, but he still persisted.

He came here to protect Wang Nuan, and at the same time to show off the results of his special training, and he didn't want to embarrass his master.

"Hey."

At this moment, Wang Nuan slowly crawled over and lay on Leng Ming's back.

The soft touch has a baby's milky fragrance, which suddenly makes Leng Ming's face flush: "Ah Nuan..."

At this moment, Leng Ming felt a kind of peace of mind.

Not only Leng Ming, but also Wang Nuan felt the same way.

Because of the appearance of Leng Ming, the pressure of the world brought by the supreme world is equivalent to being divided into two strands.

Wang Nuan and Leng Ming, the master and servant at this moment shared the pressure of the world equally, and became each other's salvation.

Wang Nuan didn't say a word, holding Leng Ming's neck tightly like a soft plaster.

At the next moment, the little girl's eyes became sharp.

Leng Ming understood instantly.

The real counterattack is about to begin!

Although Nuan girl has just been born, her strategic thinking is very clear.

She blessed Leng Ming with the power of her Shadow Dao, and in just a split second, the green grass that was spreading outwards began to spread outwards at an extremely fast speed...

The speed of this spread was astonishing, forming a wave of green, opposing the undead army of the tomb god.

"Are you actually using the shadows of these grasses to counteract the withering effect..."

The grave god was shocked.

He didn't want to think that the little girl in front of him cooperated with that grass, and there would be such an unexpected effect.

If this continues, his supreme world will be completely green!