The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The Shinto star master was pressed firmly on the king's chair by a force, his old face blushed, and he felt a great shame. Ever since he took control of the Shinto planet, no one has dared to treat him like this, and now a high school student conceived from the earth, which he regarded as an inferior planet, actually pinned him on the king's chair and couldn't move. .

He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

But at this time, Wang Ling suddenly heard a voice, which was actually from the royal chair under the seat of the Lord of the Divine Dao Stars.

Although the Shinto Star Lord was pressed on the king chair and couldn't move, the king chair turned around slowly, facing the back of the chair to Wang Ling, and at the same time, a face without sadness or joy appeared on the back of the chair: "I miscalculated, I didn't expect the earth... No, there are people like you in the universe."

Wang Yi opened his mouth, and in an instant, the fluctuations in the surrounding divine energy completely calmed down.

Wang Ling stared at this royal chair. Before, he felt that the origin of this chair was unusual, but he never expected that this royal chair was also conscious, and it was not the smell of Qi Ling, it was completely different from Qi Ling.

What's this?

god?

Or, is there another name?

The universe is so big, there are too many things that Wang Ling can't solve.

But Wang Ling didn't care what the throne was.

Whether it is a god or a demon.

Since it bothered me, it would be fine to kill it.

"You are an extraordinary person, with such a powerful strength, even if you come to our divine way, you are still a god in a million. But you can't survive today. It's all my fault for being too indulgent to God... His There is only one Shinto, so naturally it will not be your opponent." The face on the back of the chair spoke, and he spoke without a trace of emotion, which is what is truly terrifying.

And the Shentian in his mouth is the name of the Shinto star master.

"Then what exactly are you? Artifact spirit?" At this time, Bai Sheath usually spoke forward.

The face of the person on the king's chair showed a smile, and the golden light around him shone brightly, and there were stars like petals lingering around his body, like a god aloft.

"God is me, and I am God... You mere earth cultivators have never touched the God Realm, so naturally you don't know what God is. The most ridiculous thing is that you still have a place called God's Domain..." Wang Yi Sneered: "There is neither the reality of God nor the law of God, but you enjoy the name of God, and you will be backlashed."

Wang Yi spoke eloquently, speaking lightly, completely ignoring Wang Ling and Bai Sheath.

"The real God Realm is at the boundary of the universe, a place that you will never be able to touch. If you hadn't set up a God Realm privately and pretended to be a god, you wouldn't be condemned by this god." Wang Yi said eloquently, and he pointed out The crux of the contradiction was discovered, and all the spearheads were pointed at the "God's Domain", which was originally the place where the cultivators ascended to the Dao.

Wang Ling didn't understand God's interpretation.

He has never seen a real god.

This is all relative.

For those ordinary people, maybe the cultivators in the stage of transformation into gods are already considered gods.

For the stage of transforming gods, the gods in their hearts may be at the level of true immortals.

And those true immortals yearn for the immortals, yearning for the "God's Realm"...

Since ancient times, cultivators have never stopped pursuing the realm.

If you summarize it in simple and easy-to-understand words, whoever is stronger is the god.

The Shinto Star Lord seemed to be silenced by the throne, and Wang Ling discovered that the Star Lord was actually a puppet, and his real opponent was actually this throne.

"Are you committing suicide, or wait for me to do it." Wang Yi said, his words reached the sky, as if they sounded from the center of the universe.

He deliberately used this divine pressure to attack Wang Ling. Wang Ling did feel the pressure, but the pressure was not enough to make him kneel.

"It's too troublesome to do it." Wang Ling stared at the king chair and transmitted sound.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yi was impatient.

Several gemstones on his armrest burst out with light, pointing forward, a beam of light hit, as thick as a thigh, and accompanied by a strong thunderclap shook the entire golden palace.

However, the next moment, the divine light was split into two.

"What?" The face on the back of the chair frowned.

He looked intently, but saw that there was a mahogany sword in the boy's hand.

Wang Ling had already said the line of "Sword Come" countless times, but now he was a bit tired.

After a good summer vacation, one after another troubles hit him. This God Realm is a bit out of order.

He didn't care what the origin of the throne was.

In this world, apart from Mama Juan's food and Super Chen's mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel a trembling in his heart. Make you feel the slightest timidity.

Wang Yi didn't move anymore, because he sensed something strange from the young man's calm posture...

On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face was serious, and his gaze was fixed on the young man in front of him.

I saw the young man walking slowly to the golden pillar of the palace and sitting down slowly. He casually put one arm on his knee, leaned against the pillar, and sighed softly.

"This sitting posture..." At this moment, the king's chair turned pale with shock.

From this sitting posture, he saw a familiar figure.

impossible……

This person is no longer here!

On the back of the chair, the face of the king's chair was constantly changing. He stared at the boy with his eyes that could see through everything, but he saw that the boy's past life and future were nothingness, and he couldn't peek into it at all.

Wang Ling smiled.

He knew that the king chair was looking at him.

But ah, his past and future, even he can't see clearly, let alone this broken chair.

"It's time to end." Wang Ling turned his gaze to the king's chair, which was no longer as arrogant as before.

There is a very dangerous feeling lingering in the king's chair.

Wang Ling gently threw the mahogany sword in his hand into the void, and the mahogany sword released a strong divine power!

"The power of the divine way..." Wang Yi revealed an unbelievable spirit: "You transferred the power of the divine way to your sword spirit?"

"No."

Wang Ling shook his head, his cold voice echoed in the void: "It's just a remedial 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 tens of seconds that Wang Ling summoned Jingke just now, cut off the divine light, and sat down, the make-up lesson was completed.

Now, the reason why Wang Ling threw Jing Ke into the void was to make Jing Ke resonate with Bai Sheath.

When the sword body and the scabbard approach, the memories between the two will merge into one! The power of the divine way has become two!

"So, I don't need to do anything at all." Wang Ling stared at the king chair with an expressionless expression.

At this time, the white scabbard, who understood what Wang Ling meant, had turned into a scabbard for the first time.

On the contrary, Jing Ke hesitated a little in the void... He had never entered the scabbard, and he felt a little shy for a while, and the sword body was glowing red...

Bai Sheath was a little impatient: "Don't talk nonsense! Come in!"