The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1586: The Worst Person (197)

In a sea of ​​green, the tomb god is as small as a grain of sand. It's hard to imagine that this scene happened in the tomb god's own supreme world.

He thought he could be invincible in the supreme world, but he didn't expect to be backlashed by the two children.

Such a shame.

The grave god has never experienced it.

He struggled in the sea of ​​green, looking miserable.

Leng Ming manipulated the sword energy of billions of feet to slowly cut across the front, dividing the ocean, and approaching like his body at the same time.

The tomb god's eyes showed horror, because he suddenly found that he could not move, and the green sword energy around him seemed to grow countless hands to firmly fix his body.

"Guillotine..." The Grave God thought of something instantly, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Hearing this, Leng Ming couldn't help pondering for a while.

After all, it is an ancient living fossil, and its experience is indeed much wider than that of many people.

This trick is called "Green Grass Guillotine", and its full name is "Qingqing Grassland Guillotine".

It was a spell tailor-made by his teacher's white scabbard according to his own characteristics.

It is said that the teacher found inspiration from a certain game, originally called "Noxus Guillotine".

All spirit swords have signature sword skills derived from their own characteristics.

Like his master Jing Ke, his signature sword skill is "Mie Shi Jian".

And the green grass guillotine in front of him is the signboard that Bai Sheath created for Leng Ming.

Leng Ming never thought that he had just learned it not long ago and applied it in actual combat.

At this time, the vast green sea formed by sword energy has firmly wrapped this supreme world, and at the same time restrained the actions of the Tomb God.

Grass Guillotine, already generated.

Neither body nor soul can voluntarily escape.

It's a dead-end situation.

boom!

Accompanied by countless undead legions who were purified at the same time and stepped into reincarnation, the green sword energy that was drifting in the ocean and approaching slowly was suppressed at the same time, and slashed at the frozen body of the tomb god.

Just for a moment.

The body of the tomb god was divided into two by a green light, and the most turbulent chaotic energy gushed out of his body.

The energy in him is amazing.

It made Leng Ming feel like he had hit a big furnace that was about to explode.

Soon, the tomb god that was cut had a big explosion, and a huge mushroom cloud rose with the tomb god as the center.

The air wave of the explosion stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, as if it had spread far away.

"Is everything over?" Leng Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the scene in front of him.

He could indeed feel that the breath of the tomb god had disappeared.

A generation of cosmic-level characters, the existence of eternal living fossils, disappeared together with the collapse of the supreme world, which really makes people feel unreal.

Meanwhile, the other side.

After the breath of the tomb god disappeared, many parties sensed this at the same time.

In the infinite galaxy, the golden lamp monk is receiving the treatment of Mr. Crispy Noodles.

He was seriously injured, and Wang Ling was a little worried, so he sent Crispy Noodles to take a look.

When he arrived at the scene, the monk was covered in blood, and he didn't even have the strength to use the Buddha fire from the past.

Fortunately, Mr. Crispy Noodles arrived in time.

"It's time for Daoist Lord." Jin Deng said with emotion in his heart.

In front of the tomb god in his heyday, the monk found that he had no strength to fight back, and there were still too many things he lacked.

Afterwards, you must pay close attention to practice.

"No problem."

Crispy Noodle Taoist showed a gentle smile, and a spiritual light was born in his palm, covering the monk.

In fact, he just passed the spiritual energy in his body to the monk, which played the role of a power bank just like Wang Nuan.

And after receiving enough psychic power, the monk himself has the ability to recover from injuries.

"His breath is really gone." At this moment, the monk raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

That is the location of the Supreme World of the Tomb God.

As an old enemy all along, the death of the Tomb God reminded the monk of many things for a while.

It's not that I feel sorry for him, but I just feel a little weird.

He always felt that this old guy was not someone who could be killed so easily.

In the astrolabe, Jiong and Peng Xiren, who were tightly connected by the monk and couldn't get away, also felt the fact that the aura of the tomb god disappeared.

"He's dead..." Peng Xiren's eyes were filled with tears: "Fuck! Why did he die!"

"Why are you crying? You don't want to lose face." Hide swept Peng Xiren upset.

Peng Xi was so angry that he stomped his feet: "That's my body...he didn't return it to me after using it up, and even blew it up along with it!"

"..."

Hide was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to comfort Peng Xiren.

But it sounds like this.

It seems that the worst person in the whole thing is indeed Peng Xiren.

He was deprived of his body by the tomb god, and he was directly robbed of the inheritance right of Wang Daozu's heavenly tomb.

Now the right to inherit the celestial tomb is gone, and the body is also gone.

And the most important thing is that the tomb god didn't leave a will or anything before he died.

There are so many treasures in the tomb this day, and they are now ownerless.

Peng Xi couldn't get it, so he could only watch helplessly.

He planned all these things just to make a big business, but he didn't expect to get nothing in the end, and it was all for nothing.

"It's not difficult to reshape the body in the ancestral realm. It just takes a little bit of time." He said.

Perhaps now that Peng Xiren's actual realm has entered the ancestral realm, this is the only good news. The work of reshaping the ancestral realm can actually be handed over to the bronze cat in the "Land Abandoned by God".

It just takes a long time.

He knew that Peng Xiren was impatient.

I'm afraid I can't wait any longer.

"It will take another thousand years..." Peng Xiren felt pain in his heart, the feeling of being plotted by the tomb god was very strong.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have listened to that evil god's nonsense.

But it seems too late to say anything now.

Just when he was about to fall into autism completely.

He only heard Hide say again: "If you really reflect on yourself, maybe you still have a chance."

Peng Xiren: "What do you mean?"

Hide: "Based on what I know about that evil god, he hasn't finished playing that hole card yet... It's too strange to die like this."

Peng Xiren couldn't help being surprised by these words.

Because what he said is indeed true.

"But... what exactly is his hole card? The monk told me before he left, and I don't know if my thoughts are right." Peng Xiren frowned deeply.

"Unfortunately, your answer should be correct."

He said: "But now he can't take out that hole card completely. He just used some means to get one ten thousandth of its power. Back then, Master Daozu divided and sealed his soul, and sealed the other half of the more dangerous soul separately in In the tomb of the sky, the purpose is to block that force."

"But what's the use of that thing?"

"I don't know the specifics. Neither the monk nor I have seen it. But since Daozu judged it to be a threat, it must be terrible."

...

At this time, in the supreme world that was about to collapse, Leng Ming floated in the void with Wang Nuan on his back.

With the death of the tomb god, this supreme world also fell apart at the same time.

He stayed here for a while, using his sword energy to control the supreme world into a stable state of disintegration, preventing the vertical and horizontal sword energy from directly detonating this supreme world after he left.

In that case, many innocent creatures may be affected.

But soon, Leng Ming felt that something was wrong.

The supreme world that was collapsing.

There was a stagnation...

A dangerous breath blows towards his face.

Even Wang Nuan felt that the originally peaceful atmosphere became tense again.

She wrapped her arms around Leng Ming's neck and firmly grabbed his clothes.

Leng Ming frowned deeply.

Now he stared ahead.

Finally found it, at the place where the tomb god disappeared before.

There was actually a piece of purple flesh the size of a fingernail, which was wriggling and gradually expanding...