v3 Chapter 926： Don't need me to do it at all

The Lord of the Shinto Stars was pressed on the king's chair by a force, and his old face flushed, and he felt a great shame. No one has ever dared to treat him like this since he took control of the Shinto star. Now a high school student who was born from the earth that was originally regarded by him as a poor planet can press him on the king's chair. .

He was very angry, but he was helpless.

At this time, Wang Ling suddenly heard a voice, which was actually issued by the king's chair under the main seat of the Shinto star.

Although the Lord of the Shinto stars was pressed against the king's chair, he could not move, but the king chair slowly turned around, facing the back of the chair to Wang Ling, and at the same time a sad and happy face appeared on the back of the chair: "I miscalculated. I didn't expect the earth ... no, it's you in the universe."

The king's chair opened, and for a long time, the divine energy fluctuations around it actually completely subsided.

Wang Ling stared at the king chair. He had previously thought that the chair's origin was extraordinary, but he never expected that the king chair was also conscious, and this was not the taste of the instrumental spirit, which was completely different from the instrumental spirit.

what is this?

God?

Or is there another name?

The universe is so big that there are too many unsolved things.

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

Either God or magic.

Now that I've disturbed myself, I'll just kill it.

"You are extraordinary, such a powerful strength, even if you come to our Shinto, it is a **** of nothing. But you can't live today. Blame me for being too indulgent in God's heaven in my daily life ... his There is only one Shinto, and naturally it will not be your opponent. "The face on the back of the chair opened, and he spoke without a trace of emotion, which is the real scary place.

And the **** heaven in his mouth is exactly the name of the Lord of the Shinto stars.

"What on earth are you? Qi Ling?" At this time, Bai She usually opened her front.

The face on the king's chair showed a smile, and the golden light around him was so big that there were stars like petals lingering around him, like the gods above him.

"God is me, and I am **** ... You earth cultivators, who have never touched the realm of God, naturally do not know what God is. The most ridiculous thing is that you still have a place called God Realm ..." Wang Chair Sneer: "There is neither the reality of God nor the law of God, but in the name of God, it will be defeated."

The king chair chanted, speaking softly, not paying attention to Wang Ling and white sheath at all.

"The real divine realm is at the boundary of the universe, and it is a place you can never reach. If you do n’t set up a private divine realm, you will not be condemned by this god." Wang Xiong said, and he pointed out The key to the contradiction was to point all the spearheads at the "god realm", where the spiritual masters had risen.

Wang Ling did not understand the interpretation of God.

He has never seen a real god.

This is all relative.

To those ordinary people, perhaps the incarnation of the deification period is already considered a god.

For the deification period, the **** in their hearts may be a true fairy.

And those true immortals are yearning for Xianzun and yearning for "God Realm" ...

Since ancient times, practitioners' pursuit of the realm has never stopped.

If summed up in simple and understandable words, whoever is stronger is the god.

The Shinto Star Lord seems to have been snored by the King's chair. Wang Ling found out that this Star Lord is actually also a Puppet. His real opponent is actually the King's chair underneath.

"Did you kill yourself or wait for me to do it?" Wang Yi said, his words leading to the sky, as if it sounded from the center of the universe.

He deliberately struck Wang Ling with this pressure, and Wang Ling did feel the pressure, but this pressure was not enough to make him kneel.

"Do it, it's too much trouble." Wang Ling stared at the king's chair, transmitting a voice.

"What do you mean." The king chair was impatient.

A few gems above his handrail burst into light and point forward, a beam of light hitting it, thigh-thick in thickness, accompanied by a strong thunder blasting a whole golden palace.

However, the next moment, this divine light was divided into two.

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

He looked intently, but saw that the young man had a peach sword in his hand.

The line "Sword Coming" has been spoken countless times by Wang Ling, but now it is a bit lacking.

A good summer vacation, a series of troubles hit him, this divine world, a bit unclean.

He didn't care what the origin of the royal chair was.

In this world, apart from Juan Ma's dishes and Chen Chao's mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel a trembling in his heart. This is the pressure released by the royal chair from the real **** world, and it does not let Wang Makes you feel the slightest timid.

The king's chair stopped working, because he noticed a strangeness in the young boy's calm posture ...

On the back of the chair, the chair's face was dignified, and his gaze was fixed on the boy in front of him.

Only saw the boy slowly walk to the golden pillar of the palace and sit down slowly. He rested one arm on his knee, leaned against the pillar, and sighed softly.

"This sitting position ..." At this moment, the king chair was startled.

He actually saw a familiar figure from this sitting position.

impossible……

This person is gone!

On the back of the chair, the chair's face kept changing ~ www.novelhall.com ~ He stared at the boy with his godly eyes that could see through him, but he saw that the boy's past life and future were nothing, and he couldn't peep at all.

Wang Ling smiled.

He knew the king chair was watching himself.

But ah, his past and future are not even clear to him, let alone this broken chair.

"It's time to end." Wang Ling turned his gaze to the king's chair, at which time the king's chair had no such arrogance as before.

There was a very dangerous feeling lingering in the heart of this royal chair.

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

"The power of Shinto ..." The king chair revealed an incredible God: "You passed the power of Shinto to your sword spirit?"

"Do not."

Wang Ling shook his head, his voice coldly echoing in the void: "It's just a make-up lesson."

Wang Chair: "Make up ????"

Wang Ling: "I can learn, my sword spirit, naturally I can also learn."

In fact, just a few moments after the King Ling summoned Jing Ke, cut off the **** light, and sat down, the make-up lesson was completed.

Now Wang Ling throws Jing Ke into the void, in order to make Jing Ke resonate with the white sheath.

When the sword body and scabbard approach, the memory between them will be merged into one! The power of Shinto has become two!

"So, I don't need to do it at all." Wang Ling stared at the king's chair, his expression was ancient.

At this time, the white sheath that understood Wang Ling's meaning had been transformed into a scabbard for the first time.

On the contrary, Jing Ke was a little hesitant in the void ... he had never entered the scabbard, but he was a bit shy for a while, and the sword glowed red ...

White sheath was a little impatient: "Don't talk nonsense! Come in!"

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