The Shinto Star Lord was pressed to the king's chair by a strong force, his old face turned red, and he felt a great shame. Since he took control of the Shinto Star, no one had dared to do this to him, and now a high school student born from the earth, which he originally regarded as an inferior planet, actually pressed him on the king's chair and couldn't move.

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

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly heard a voice, which was actually from the royal chair under the main seat of the Shinto star.

Although the Shinto Star Lord was pressed on the king's chair and couldn't move, the king's chair slowly turned around and turned the back of the chair to the king's order, and at the same time, a sad and joyless human face appeared on the back of the chair: "I miscalculated, I didn't expect the earth...... No, it's that there are still people like you in the universe. ”

The king's chair spoke, and in an instant, the fluctuations of divine energy around him completely subsided.

Wang Ling stared at this king chair, he had felt that the origin of this chair was extraordinary, but he never expected that this king chair was also conscious, and this was not the taste of the machine spirit, it was completely different from the machine spirit.

What is it?

God?

Or is there another way to call it?

The universe is so big, there are too many unsolved things in the king's order.

But Wang Ling didn't care what this royal chair was.

It doesn't matter if it's a god or a demon.

Since it disturbs itself, then it is good to destroy it.

"You are an extraordinary person, with such a strong strength, even if you come to our Shinto, you are also a one-of-a-kind god. But you can't live today. It's all because I'm too indulgent with God on weekdays...... He has only one Shinto, so naturally he won't be your opponent. The face on the back of the chair spoke, and he spoke without a trace of emotion, which is the real horror.

And the god heaven in his mouth is the name of the Shinto star lord.

"So what are you? Machine Spirit? At this time, the white sheath usually opens in front of it.

The face of the man on the king's chair smiled, and the golden light around him was shining, and there were stars like flower petals lingering around him, like a god high above.

"God is me, and I am God...... You earth cultivators have never touched the divine realm, so naturally you don't know what gods are. The most ridiculous thing is that you still have a place called the Divine Domain......" Wang Yi sneered: "There is neither the reality of a god nor the law of a god, but you enjoy the name of a god, and you will be counterattacked." ”

Wang Yi spoke eloquently, speaking lightly, completely ignoring Wang Ling and the white sheath.

"The true divine realm is at the borders of the universe, a place that you will never be able to reach. If you hadn't set up a divine domain and pretended to be a god, you wouldn't have been condemned by this god. Wang Yi spoke eloquently, he pointed out the key to the contradiction, and pointed all the spearheads at the "Divine Domain", which was originally the place where cultivators ascended to the Dao.

As for the interpretation of God, Wang Ling did not understand.

He had never seen a real god.

It's all relative.

For those ordinary people, perhaps the cultivators of the god transformation stage are already considered gods.

For the god transformation stage, the god in their hearts may be at the true immortal level.

And those true immortal level yearn for immortal venerables and "divine domains"......

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

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

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

"Are you going to kill yourself, or are you going to wait for me to do it." The king's chair spoke, and his words reached the sky, as if they were ringing from the middle of the universe.

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

"Hands-on, it's too much trouble." Wang Ling stared at the royal chair and transmitted the sound.

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

Several gems on his armrests burst into light, and a beam of light struck forward, thigh-thick and powerful, and with a strong thunder roar, it shook an entire golden palace.

However, in the next moment, this divine light was split in two.

"Something." The face of the man on the back of the chair frowned.

He looked intently, but saw that the young man had an extra peachwood sword in his hand.

The line of "Sword Comes", Wang Ling has said it countless times, and now it is a little tired.

After a good summer vacation, a series of troubles hit him, and this god realm is a little untidy.

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

In this world, except for Juan's mother's dishes and Chen Chao's mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel a trembling feeling in his heart, and it is the divine pressure released by the royal chair from the real god realm, which does not make Wang Ling feel the slightest timidity.

Wang Yi stopped moving, because he sensed a trace of strangeness from the young man's calm posture......

On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face was very solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.

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

At this moment, ......the king chair was shocked.

From this sitting position, he saw a familiar figure.

Impossible......

This person is no longer there!

On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face was constantly changing, and he stared at the young man with his own eyes that could see through everything, but he saw that the young man's past life and future were all nothing, and he couldn't peep at all.

Wang Ling smiled.

He knew that the king chair was watching him.

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

"It's time for the curtain to end." Wang Ling turned his gaze to the royal chair, and at this time, the royal chair was completely devoid of the arrogance it had before.

There was a very dangerous feeling that haunted the heart of this king's chair.

Wang Ling gently threw the peachwood sword in his hand into the void, and on that peachwood sword, a thick divine energy was released!

"The power of the Shinto ......" the royal chair revealed an incredulous god: "You have transferred the power of the Shinto to your sword spirit?" ”

"Nope."

Wang Ling shook his head, and his cold voice echoed in the void: "It's just a make-up class." ”

Wang Chair: "Make up the class??? ”

Wang Ling: "I can learn it, and my sword spirit can naturally learn it." ”

In fact, just now, the king ordered to summon Shock, cut off the divine light, and sat down in the dozens of seconds, the make-up class had already been completed.

And now the reason why Wang Ling threw Shocking Ke into the void was to make Shocking Ke resonate with the white sheath.

When the sword body and scabbard are close, the memories between them will become one! The power of Shinto has become two!

"So, I don't need to do it at all." Wang Ling stared at the royal chair with an unwavering expression.

At this time, the white sheath, which understood the meaning of the king's order, had already taken the form of a sword scabbard for the first time.

On the contrary, he hesitated slightly in the void...... He had never entered the scabbard before, and for a moment he was a little shy, and the body of the sword was glowing red......

The white sheath was a little impatient: "Don't talk nonsense! Plug in! ”

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