Wang Ling ran away with Liu Wen for a long time, and when he saw that Wang Qianqian and Lu Ji didn't chase after him, his heart finally settled down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But getting rid of that woman, Wang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and at the same time, he had decided in his heart to improve his strength as soon as possible so that he could take revenge.

The place where they stopped was not far from the area of the NMR cloud, which was also intentional by Wang Ling, so that he could study what he had just discovered.

Far away, the capable are coming.

Wang Ling even dared to challenge the land machine, and when he saw the ability, his confidence swelled, and he spoke: "Stop coming, this place has been occupied by us, dare to approach, and there is no mercy for killing." ”

Seeing Wang Ling's strength clearly, the person who came sneered, "A mere mid-level martial artist, dare to say such big things." ”

"This is not a big talk, but serious, you are already close, five steps further, you are welcome."

"What can you do with me?" Those who are capable have no scruples.

Because the capable person is much stronger than the martial artist, not to mention that the martial artist can defeat the capable person, as long as he does not die in the hands of the capable person, even if he is powerful, you must know that the two are separated by a level gap, and the strength is a world of difference.

"Well, if you look for death, you can't blame others." Wang Ling used his colorful hands to kill.

With a great increase in strength, his figure is no less than that of a high-level martial artist.

The capable man nodded thoughtfully, did not show his weapon, and met it with his bare hands.

The two figures handed over, and the face of the capable person changed greatly, because he felt that Wang Ling's combat power was on par with himself.

The warband lasts, several rounds.

The ability stared at the colorful hand, guessing in his heart that he had already determined that the colorful hand was extraordinary.

While he was thinking, his consciousness was in a trance.

You must know that there are many dangers in battle, and you must pay full attention, and a single distraction can make the difference between life and death.

He really exemplifies this sentence perfectly.

Wang Ling took the opportunity to bully forward, and the colorful hand fell down with a palm knife.

The capable person reacted in a hurry, his arm was cut off, and the colorful palm of his hand fell on his shoulder like a broken bamboo.

He screamed and hurriedly retreated, but Wang Ling seemed to anticipate his movements and struck him in the calf.

The blow seemed to hit steel, and the capable person stumbled, and his speed was blocked.

Wang Ling's second round of attacks hit, and the multicolored palm shadow swept across the neck of the abler, and a head was cut off.

It only lasted twenty rounds, and the capable one was killed by Wang Zero.

This is just a junior ability, not powerful, and Wang Ling's strength is equivalent to the late stage of a martial artist, with the help of colorful hands to kill, it is not an amazing record.

Killing the powerhouse, Wang Ling walked towards the NMR cloud.

When he came closer, he told Liu Wen to hide and approach alone.

Closer and closer to the magnetic clouds, clouds surged towards him again.

Wang Ling watched this scene vigilantly and raised his colorful hand.

Although he was ready in his heart, facing this scene, he still couldn't help but be nervous, because the NMR cloud in front of him was very dangerous.

After seeing those sources, the clumps of clouds submerged into Wucai's hands, Wang Ling seemed to be relieved.

After the colorful hand had absorbed the nuclear cloud in front of him, Wang Ling continued to approach.

His consciousness had been focused on the Colorful Hands, feeling the changes produced by the Colorful Hands absorbing the NMR clouds.

As it continued to attract, the multicolored palm slowly degenerated, and the multicolored ball re-emerged, but the speed at which it absorbed the NMR cloud remained the same.

This change did not affect Wang Ling's observation in the slightest, and his attention continued to focus on the vortex ball.

If all the NMR clouds in this area can be absorbed, I don't know what changes will occur, Wang Ling is looking forward to it.

"Well, it's slowing down." Wang Ling could feel it.

The change was unexpected, as the vortex ball absorbed the NMR clouds at a slower rate.

It seems that the absorption is about to be saturated, a bit like a martial artist cultivation.

"It seems that the multicolored hand is not an unlimited absorption of NMR clouds."

Wang Ling knew that everything would have a degree, and when the vortex ball completely stopped, he hurriedly retreated.

"The connection to the Vortex Ball is gone." Wang Ling could feel it.

It should be said that it is not that the connection has disappeared, but that the vortex ball seems to have entered a certain state, and there is no breath on its body, and it looks like an ordinary stone.

Wang Ling put away the whirlpool ball and walked outside.

A pretty face appeared with a smile and looked at him, "Yes, I didn't expect there to be such a magical thing." ”

Seeing Wang Qianqian appear, Wang Ling's face changed, and he turned around and left.

A dark shadow descended from the sky and restrained him.

Lu Ji snatched the whirlpool ball and handed it to Wang Qianqian.

Wang Qianqian was overjoyed, and Wang Ling's eyes were gloomy.

"That's a good thing." After reading it, Wang Qianqian muttered, and threw Wang Ling again.

"It's boring, let's go, wait for the Divine Heavenly Sect to appear."

Looking at the corpse not far away, Wang Qianqian looked extremely calm.

"When people die, our traces will inevitably be exposed, since this is the case, it is better to start a killing spree."

Her words were full of murderous intent.

Wang Ling really didn't have any interest in fighting and killing, and since the other party returned the whirlpool ball, he didn't pursue it, found Liu Wen, and planned to leave with her.

"You're not with me." Wang Qianqian took the initiative to ask.

Wang Ling's head shook very hard, he didn't want to carry any more stones.

"Oh, it's a pity, I just thought of a treasure, you don't want it." Wang Qianqian patted her head and said sadly.

"What treasure?" Wang Ling couldn't help but ask curiously.

Wang Qianqian smiled, with a sly smile in her eyes, "This day is about to change, the big ruins are going to be chaotic, you follow me, not only will you be safe, but you can also get some treasures, if you leave, it is estimated that you will not live for three days." ”

Wang Ling continued to shake his head, "Big sister, you recognized the wrong person." ”

Wang Qianqian's smile disappeared little by little......

Wang Ling felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and Wang Qianqian's eyes showed a cold breath.

"Bad thing." He said secretly.

"The people of the Divine Heaven Sect are coming, you can't go."

"How would you know."

"Since there are martial artists appearing here, how could the people of the Divine Heaven Sect not appear."

Wang Ling was skeptical of Wang Qianqian's words, "Isn't it just a martial artist who appears, where are the people from the Divine Heaven Sect, you can call it out and take a look." ”

"You don't have to do it, it will appear soon, without the protection of Lu Ji, do you think you can escape from the pursuit of the Divine Heavenly Sect."

This made Wang Ling vigilant, if he wanted to say the other party's words, it was not necessarily false, there could be a martial artist here, most of the people from the Divine Heavenly Sect had already discovered this place, and it was even nearby, if that was the case, it would be really troublesome.

With a Hush-level bodyguard by his side, he is really wise.

Looking at Wang Qianqian's sly gaze, Wang Ling's eyes were gloomy.

He pondered inwardly, and a shadow surged in the distance.

"It's coming so soon." Wang Qianqian looked at it in surprise.

One by one, the warriors appeared like a sparse appearance, and began to be like a plate of loose sand, and the number became more and more.

In the army of warriors, a holy woman walked in front, as if shrouded in a ball of pure light, the stars held the moon, and was surrounded by many warriors.

The angelic face, with red lips slightly raised, seduces people's souls.

The Divine Queen Yan of the Shentian Sect, who is only sixteen years old, has reached the middle stage of the Hongshi level, and is the most talented and powerful master among the martial artists of the same age in the Shentian Sect, and also has the title of the first beauty of the Shentian Sect.