Chapter 1581 Fairy Sister Wang Nuan (1/97)

The extremely powerful sword light, with a spirituality that dissipates all pressure, instantly formed a confrontation with the thousands of resentments in the Supreme World.

The Tomb God was shocked by the scene in front of him, and never thought that Wang Nuan's tear would reverse the situation at a critical moment.

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

Both brothers were closely following the development of the battle.

"Did Leng Ming appear... So that's it..." When he saw the green grass appear, Wang Ming felt relieved.

He was thinking about a question in his heart.

Wang Ling is the Immortal King, so Wang Nuan is the Immortal Sister.

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

"..." Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

Pretend that he didn't hear anything.

Leng Ming's appearance was expected by Wang Ling, because Leng Ming originally had a savior mechanism. Usually, it might be the blood of the sword master that can trigger this effect similar to the "Savior Spirit Blade".

This is an internal rule for all sword spirits from the Sword King Realm. As long as the sword master is identified, the sword spirit will appear at the necessary moment.

But Wang Ling did not want Wang Nuan to be hurt at all.

So he forced Wang Nuan to modify this rule, and a tear could trigger this protection effect.

In the Supreme World, accompanied by the emerald green sword light of Leng Ming, this place full of desolate and dead atmosphere seemed to have regained new vitality.

The Tomb God was surprised and suspicious. He did not take Leng Ming seriously at first.

It was just a small grass of the Heavenly Tomb, which was not worth his surprise.

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

Leng Ming, who suddenly appeared, seemed to have just returned from special training. He was obviously a child's body, but his body was obviously stronger than before, and he seemed to have grown a lot taller.

He was wearing a gray-green training suit, with a strap tied around his waist, and his whole body was full of a lively aura, like an elf living in the forest.

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

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

Wildfires cannot burn it all, and spring breezes will bring it back to life.

These grasses have unimaginable tenacity. They are constantly destroyed and revived in this supreme world full of resentment...

"It can grow to this extent."

When the Sword King Realm was in chaos before, the Tomb God clearly remembered what Leng Ming looked like at that time.

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

"Don't be presumptuous in this supreme world of mine."

The Tomb God began to become angry, and the bare ancient mountain in front of him turned into an oasis in an instant.

It made him feel extra dazzling.

Seeing these grasses that kept dying and resurrecting spreading outward like geckos, the Tomb God burst out with the last strength!

Ten percent of the pressure of the supreme world!

Bombard them all!

In an instant, the wailing of this world became louder, with mournful screams and painful groans coming one after another, with a kind of wail of the collapse of the sky.

The rolling black gas surged from the distant horizon, making this supreme world fall into unprecedented depression.

When these black gases approached, they transformed into people of different shapes and colors, with scarlet eyes emitting the light of the netherworld hell.

They were all the eternal strong men who had been killed by the grave god. Now they were all mobilized by the supreme world and sacrificed to become a legion of undead.

Stepping on the black clouds, all black undead armor, eerie, making the world tremble.

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

There was a dark mass below.

Wang Nuan's ancient mountain turned into the only oasis at this moment, just like the last light in this world that was about to be covered by endless darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly, stretched out his strong little arms to block Nuan girl behind him, and his small body looked like a giant at this moment.

This was the first battle after returning from training, which was also a test for Leng Ming himself.

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

Instead, he kept thinking about the fighting skills that his master and his mistress taught him during special training.

At the same time, he was also measuring the gap between his side and the Tomb God's fighting power.

This is the supreme world of the Tomb God, in which the Tomb God can do everything he wants.

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

So, after thinking seriously, Leng Ming said.

Hearing this, the Tomb God laughed on the spot, holding his stomach, as if he heard the funniest joke in the ages: "Do you think my supreme world is a watermelon? Can you split it just by saying it? Don't forget, you are just a little grass."

"Shut up! How do you know if you don't split it?" Leng Ming's fighting spirit was extremely high, and he was unwilling to admit defeat easily.

Boom!

At this moment, the undead army in the distance was getting closer, and the deep murderous aura of the sea of ​​blood swept over, overwhelming with destructive pressure.

This was an unimaginable deterrence.

The powerful fluctuations deeply shocked Leng Ming.

Leng Ming had never felt this level of pressure. Even when he was facing the mixed doubles of Jing Ke and Bai Qiao, the pressure he endured did not seem to be as great as it is now.

"Do you feel the gap?" At this moment, the Tomb God slowly reached out his hand, curled his fingers, and slowly closed his palms. With every inch of force, the energy fluctuation became stronger.

It seemed that there would never be an end.

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

He came to protect Wang Nuan, and also to show the results of his special training, and did not 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 milk fragrance made Leng Ming's little face red all of a sudden: "A Nuan..."

At this moment, Leng Ming felt a sense of relief.

Not only Leng Ming, but Wang Nuan also had the same feeling.

Because of Leng Ming's appearance, the world pressure brought by the Supreme World was equivalent to being divided into two.

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

Wang Nuan said nothing, like a soft plaster, holding Leng Ming's neck tightly.

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

Leng Ming understood instantly.

The real counterattack is about to begin!

Although Nuan was just born, her strategic thinking is extremely clear.

She blessed Leng Ming with her shadow power. In just a moment, the tender green grass that was spreading outward around began to spread outward at an extremely fast speed...

The speed of this spread was extremely amazing, forming a green wave, which offset the undead army of the Tomb God.

"You actually use the shadows of these grasses to offset the withering effect..."

The Tomb God was shocked.

He didn't want to think that the little girl in front of him and the little grass would cooperate to have such an unexpected effect.

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