The extremely powerful sword light, with a kind of spirituality that dissolves all pressure, suddenly formed a confrontation with the thousands of resentments in the supreme world.

The grave god was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he didn't expect that Wang Nuan's tears would actually reverse the situation at a critical moment.

In the waiting room, Wang Ling observed the battle remotely, and at the same time shared the picture in Wang Ming's mind.

Both older brothers are closely watching the development of the battle situation.

"Did Leng Ming appear...... I see...... "The moment he saw the green grass appear, Wang Ming felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He had a question on his mind.

Wang Ling is the fairy king, so Wang Nuan is the fairy sister.

Then, Nuan's tears are the legendary ...... Sister juice!

"......," the corners of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

Pretend you didn't hear anything.

The appearance of the cold underworld was expected by Wang Ling, because the cold underworld originally had the mechanism of the Savior, and usually it was the blood of the sword master that triggered this effect similar to the "Savior's Spirit Blade".

This is an internal law of all the sword spirits born in the Sword King Realm, as long as the sword master is determined to be necessary, the sword spirit will definitely appear.

But Wang Ling didn't want Wang Nuan to be hurt at all.

This kind of rule was specially modified for Wang Nuan, as long as a tear can trigger this protective effect.

The Supreme World, accompanied by the cold emerald green sword light, this place full of desolation and dead silence seemed to be rejuvenated.

The grave god looked suspicious, he didn't take the cold in his eyes in the first place.

It was just a small piece of Celestial Tomb Grass, and it didn't deserve any surprise from him.

However, at this moment, when Leng Ming appeared, the grave god had to admit that he was amazed by the growth of this little grass.

Leng Ming, who was born out of nowhere, seems to have just returned from special training, obviously the body of a child, but the body is obviously stronger than before, and it seems to have grown a lot taller.

He was wearing a gray-green practice coat with a strap around his waist, and his whole body was filled with a smart aura, like an elf living in the forest.

When the sword qi surged, Leng Ming's hair naturally floated, exuding a kind of spirituality.

With Leng Ming as the center, this barren ancient mountain is instantly covered with tender green grass.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

These little grasses have unimaginable resilience, and they are constantly destroyed and reborn in this supreme world full of resentment......

"It's been able to grow so far."

When the Sword King Realm was in turmoil before, the Tomb God clearly remembered the appearance of the cold and dark at that time.

It can only be said that the changes brought about now are too great.

"In the supreme world of this seat, Hugh is presumptuous."

The grave god began to become angry, and the bare ancient mountain in front of him became an oasis in the blink of an eye.

It made him feel extra glaring.

Seeing these dead and reborn grass spreading outward like geckos, the Grave God burst out with the last of his strength!

Ten percent of the supreme world pressure!

Bombard them all!

Suddenly, the wails of this world became louder, and the screams and painful moans came and went, with a kind of collapse wail.

Billowing black gas poured in from the distant horizon, plunging this supreme world into unprecedented oppression.

As they approached, the black qi transformed into people of all shapes and colors, their scarlet eyes glowing like a netherworld hell.

All of them were ancient powerhouses who had been killed by the Grave God, and now they were all mobilized by the High World and sacrificed to become an army of the undead.

Stepping on the black clouds, the armor of the black undead was unstoppable, making the heavens and the earth tremble.

The vast army of the undead rushed from afar, besieging the green ancient mountain where Wang Nuan was.

Underneath is a black pressed patch.

Wang Nuan's ancient mountain has become the only oasis at this moment, like the last light in this world that is about to be covered by endless darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly, stretched out his sturdy little arm to block the warm girl behind her, her small body looked like a giant at this moment.

This was the kind of situation in the first battle after returning from cultivation, which was also a test for Leng Ming himself.

But he was not intimidated by the hellish scene in front of him.

Instead, he was constantly thinking about the combat skills that his master and his wife taught him when they gave him special training.

At the same time, he is also measuring the gap between his own side and the Grave God's combat power.

This is the supreme world of the Grave God, and in this world, the Grave God can do whatever He wants.

"We can't delay here, we have to find a way to split the world."

So, after thinking about it carefully, he said coldly.

Hearing this, the grave god laughed on the spot, clutching his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the history of Le: "Do you think the supreme world of this seat is a watermelon?" Say split, split? Don't forget, you're just a little grass. ”

"Shut up! If you don't split it, how do you know. "Leng Ming's fighting mood is extremely high, and he refuses to admit defeat easily.

Rumble!

At this moment, the undead army in the distance was even closer, and the deep killing aura of the sea of blood swept in, overwhelmingly covering it with a devastating oppressive force.

It's an unimaginable deterrent.

The powerful fluctuations shook the cold darkness deeply.

This level of pressure was never felt before, and even when he was undergoing a mixed doubles of Surprise and White Sheath, the pressure he was under didn't seem to be as great as it was in front of him.

"Do you feel the gap?" At this moment, the Grave God slowly reached out his hand, curled his fingers, and slowly closed his palm, each inch of force increased, and this energy fluctuation became stronger by one layer.

It was as if there was no end to it.

Leng Ming began to get nervous, but he still persisted.

He came to protect Wang Nuan, and at the same time, he also wanted to show the results of his special training, and he didn't want to embarrass his master.

"Hey."

At this time, Wang Nuan slowly crawled over and lay on Leng Ming's back.

The soft touch with a baby's milky fragrance suddenly made Leng Ming's little face red: "Ah Nuan ......"

At this moment, Leng Ming felt a kind of peace of mind.

Not only Leng Ming, Wang Nuan also felt the same way.

Because of the appearance of the cold underworld, the pressure of this world brought by the Supreme World is equivalent to being divided into two strands.

Wang Nuan and Leng Ming, the master and servant at this time shared the pressure of the world, and they became each other's salvation.

Wang Nuan didn't say a word, like a soft plaster, firmly holding Leng Ming's neck.

In the next moment, the little girl's eyes began to become sharp.

The cold will instantly understand.

The real fight back is about to begin!

Although the warm girl has just been born, her strategic thinking is extremely clear.

She blessed Leng Ying with the power of her shadow path, and in an instant, the tender green grass that was spreading outward around her began to spread outward at an extremely fast speed......

The speed of this spread was unusually astonishing, forming a green wave that hedged against the undead legions of the grave gods.

"Do you use the shadows of these grasses to counteract the effect of withering......

The grave god was shocked.

He didn't want to think that the little girl in front of him would have such an unexpected effect when she cooperated with that little grass.

If this continues, his supreme world will be completely green!