The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1830 Sight from the Other Side (192)

Undoubtedly, this is a crushing education. The sage of the holy clan was dragged by his ankles by Wang Ling and was beaten on the ground like a scarecrow. He no longer had the golden venerable posture when he appeared on the stage. .

That whirlpool's face is now bruised and swollen, and yellow blood is constantly spraying out, and even his breath is much weaker, as if he was beaten to death.

This kind of crazy output can be described as smooth and flowing under Wang Ling's hands. The students from the No. 60 High School and the Whirlpool Emperor High School who had no knowledge of Wang Ling before were all dumbfounded, as if they were living a dream, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. See.

As expected of a father...

Wang Muyu teleported himself to the top of the teaching building, which was an excellent place to watch the battle, with a wide view.

At the same time, he was constantly observing the saint who had been crazily beaten.

It can only be said that compared with the ordinary Eternals, the saints from the holy race are indeed stronger, and the saints in front of him are much stronger than Jingze and Yan in terms of combat power alone.

In the end, he was still severely beaten by Wang Ling, who was so beaten that he had no strength left to fight back.

But at the same time, Wang Muyu also knows that all this is not over yet, and each race has its own characteristics.

For the saint race, they know very little about the concept, apart from knowing that they have a strange whirlpool face, there seems to be no other strangeness.

He knew that even though Wang Ling took a heavy blow, since he didn't kill the opponent directly, he still wanted to test out what methods the saint clan could come up with behind him.

"I thought Lingzi was not a normal person before, but I didn't expect him to be so cruel!" Super Chen was very excited. Although he still hadn't fully digested the facts about Wang Ling in front of him, this scene still made him feel To a sense of comfort from the bottom of my heart.

"Yes." Guo Hao nodded. As a good brother, he is also proud of Wang Ling: "We should have noticed earlier, after all, not everyone can be like Wang Ling, who scores averagely in every exam... In fact, I also suspected that there was something wrong with Lingzi, for example, he was able to win several large-scale competitions before, which is very strange! Obviously our strength is not strong."

At this moment, to everyone in the No. 60 Middle School, Wang Ling's existence completely surfaced as if the clouds had been lifted.

But to Wang Ling, the saint in front of him was still a mystery.

"He can't kill you. Get up and fight again. Whatever you say, you have to pull out a few of his teeth."

At this moment, Wang Ling, Wang Muyu, and Sun Rong heard a voice from the other side. A giant golden eye opened from the depths of the universe. Its sight penetrated through layers of space, and it actually directly entered this inherent spiritual realm. .

Wang Ling noticed this mysterious sight.

At the same time, following the line of sight that seemed to come here from the other side of the universe, he saw clearly the body of the giant golden eye.

For a moment, his thoughts were racing.

Because the shape of this giant eye is very similar to the "cosmic embryo" obtained from the palace of the Outer God, that cosmic embryo is still in Wang Ling's hands, and Wang Ling injects a lot of spiritual energy every day .

However, that "cosmic fetus" was like a baby that could never be fed enough. No matter how much energy Wang Ling instilled, the buds never bloomed.

So Wang Ling was thinking about whether there was a problem in any link.

In other words, there is another cosmic embryo.

Both must be collected in order to have a resonance response.

He thought that it might take a long time to find new clues about this matter, but he didn't expect to get new news from the saints at this moment.

Wang Ling deliberately waited.

On the ground, the saint with a bruised nose and a swollen face was brought up by him, and soon stood up again with a completely new posture.

Powerful self-healing ability, and can also shorten the duration of serious injury effects.

This kind of recovery method made Wang Ling have to praise that he was much stronger than Bai Zhe back then.

"Ghost No. 6, try to kill him! If you can't kill him, beat him to death. How can the prestige of my holy clan fall into the hands of a person on Earth?"

The members of the holy clan from the other side of the universe are still instigating again through the cosmic tire in their hands. They share the same hatred and look like they want to skin Wang Ling.

Wang Ling raised his eyelids in a lack of interest, he didn't notice these clowns at all, he stood up again, staring in front of him, and said calmly, "Is it okay? "

Gui Laoliu looked at Wang Ling with a gloomy face and said, "You are too conceited! When you are fighting, you are so soft-hearted? If you want to fight, you have to fight until the opponent has no room to breathe! I admit that I underestimated you earlier, but Our saints are not so easy to deal with."

He snorted, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the ground, and countless golden tentacles protruded from the resulting crack in the ground, directly grabbing Wang Ling's ankle.

Wang Ling frowned slightly.

It wasn't that the method was so surprising, but that the moment the golden tentacles tied his ankles, Wang Ling felt through the tentacles that there was a certain amount of blood power of the old ruler in the saint's body.

Immortal energy in his body, mixed with the power of chaos, shook these golden tentacles away. He wanted to scare these golden tentacles back to the ground, but he didn't expect these tentacles to become more and more courageous as they fought.

More golden tentacles emerged from the ground, and many glazed scales condensed on the tentacles.

Wang Ling's expression was indifferent, and he grabbed a tentacle and peeled off the scales on it, only to be shocked again to find that the scales on the tentacle were not ordinary scales, but dragon scales...

This is not the most outrageous.

The most outrageous thing is.

Just after Wang Ling pulled out the dragon scale, these golden tentacles seemed to be stimulated by something again, and countless wings grew out of his body.

Holy, crystal clear, and extremely sharp, when the tentacles were flicked, these wings instantly turned into light blades and fell off the golden tentacles, rushing towards Wang Ling overwhelmingly.

In an instant, the place where Wang Ling was was bombarded on the spot, smoke and dust rose in all directions, and the land after the huge spiritual energy poured into it was fiery red, as if being scorched by the sun.

"So strong." Sun Rong sighed inwardly.

After all, this was within Wang Ling's own inherent spiritual domain, and he could do so presumptuously in an environment that was not conducive to him. This saint clan really should not be underestimated.

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However, at this point in the battle, Wang Ling slowly raised a question mark in his heart.

He imagined the possibility of many saints, but he never thought that the saints are actually a mixed race...or to put it bluntly in modern Internet buzzwords.

Good guy.

This race is simply the ultimate stitch monster!