Chapter 926 I Don't Need to Do Anything

The Shinto Star Lord was pressed down on the royal chair by a strong pressure. His old face turned red, and he felt a great shame. Since he took control of Shinto Star, no one had dared to treat him like this, and now a high school student born on Earth, which he originally regarded as an inferior planet, actually pressed him down on the royal chair and couldn't move.

He was extremely angry, but he had no choice.

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly heard a voice, which was actually from the royal chair under the Shinto Star Lord.

Although the Shinto Star Lord was pressed down on the royal chair and couldn't move, the royal chair slowly turned around and turned the back of the chair to Wang Ling. At the same time, a face without sadness or joy appeared on the back of the chair: "I miscalculated. I didn't expect that there is a person like you on Earth... No, in the universe."

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

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

What is this?

God?

Or, is there another name?

The universe is so big that there are too many things that Wang Ling has not figured out.

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 has disturbed me, just destroy it.

"You are not an ordinary person. With such a strong strength, even if you come to our Shinto, you are a rare god. But you can't survive today. It's all my fault that I indulge Shentian too much 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 terrifying part.

And the Shentian he mentioned is the name of the Shinto Star Lord.

"Then what are you? A weapon spirit?" At this time, Bai Qiao spoke in front of him.

The man on the royal chair smiled, and golden light shone around him. There were star points like petals lingering around him, like a god high above.

"God is me, and I am God... You are just earth cultivators who have never touched the realm of God, so naturally you don't know what God is. The most ridiculous thing is that you actually have a place called the God's Domain..." Wang Yi sneered: "You have neither the reality of God nor the law of God, but you enjoy the name of God, and you will be retaliated."

Wang Yi spoke eloquently, speaking lightly, and did not take Wang Ling and Bai Qiao seriously at all.

"The real God's Domain is at the edge of the universe, a place you will never be able to touch. If you hadn't set up the God's Domain privately and pretended to be a god, you would not have been punished by God." Wang Yi spoke slowly and pointed out the key to the contradiction, pointing all the spearheads to the "God's Domain", which was originally the place where cultivators achieved enlightenment and ascended.

Wang Ling didn't understand the interpretation of God.

He had never seen a real god.

This is all relative.

For ordinary people, perhaps cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage are already gods.

For cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage, the gods in their hearts may be true immortals.

And those true immortals yearn for the Immortal Lord and the "God Realm"...

Since ancient times, cultivators have never stopped chasing for realms.

To sum it up in simple and easy-to-understand words, whoever is stronger is a god.

The Star Lord of the Shinto Star seemed to be silenced by Wang Yi as well. Wang Ling then realized that this Star Lord was actually a puppet, and his real opponent was actually the Wang Yi under his seat.

"Are you going to commit suicide, or wait for me to do it?" Wang Yi spoke, his words reaching the sky, as if they were ringing from the center 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 down.

"It's too troublesome to do it." Wang Ling stared at Wang Yi and transmitted his voice.

"What do you mean." Wang Yi was impatient.

Several gems on his armrests burst into light and pointed forward. A beam of light rushed over, as thick as a thigh, accompanied by a strong thunderous sound that shook the entire golden palace.

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

"What is that?" The face on the back of the chair frowned.

He looked closely and saw that the boy had a peach wood sword in his hand.

Wang Ling had said the line "Sword comes" countless times, and now he was a little tired.

It was a good summer vacation, but troubles hit him one after another. This God Realm was a bit untidy.

He didn't care about the origin of this Wang Yi.

In this world, except for Juan Ma's dishes and Chen Chao's mouth, there was nothing that could make Wang Ling feel a tremor in his heart. Even the divine pressure released by this Wang Yi from the real God Realm did not make Wang Ling feel the slightest timidity.

Wang Yi stopped moving because he sensed a hint of weirdness from the boy's calm posture...

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

The young man slowly walked to the golden pillar of the palace and sat down slowly. He casually put one arm on his knee, leaned against the pillar, and sighed softly.

"This sitting posture..." At this moment, Wang Yi was shocked.

He actually saw a familiar figure from this sitting posture.

Impossible...

This person is gone!

On the back of the chair, Wang Yi's face kept changing. He stared at the young man with his divine eyes that could see through everything, but he saw that the young man's past and future were nothingness, and he could not see it at all.

Wang Ling smiled.

He knew Wang Yi was looking at him.

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

"It's time to end." Wang Ling turned his eyes to Wang Yi, who was no longer as arrogant as before.

There was a very dangerous feeling lingering in Wang Yi's heart.

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

"The power of the gods..." Wang Yi showed an incredible look: "You passed the power of the gods to your sword spirit?"

"No."

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

Wang Yi: "Make-up lesson??"

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

In fact, just when Wang Ling summoned Jing Ke and cut off the divine light, he sat down for tens of seconds, and the make-up lesson was completed.

And now the reason why Wang Ling threw Jing Ke into the void is to make Jing Ke resonate with Bai Qiao.

When the sword body and the scabbard are close, the memories between them will merge into one! The power of the divine way will also become two!

"So, there is no need for me to do anything." Wang Ling stared at Wang Yi, his expression calm.

At this time, Baiqiao, who understood Wang Ling's meaning, had transformed into the form of a scabbard for the first time.

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

Baiqiao was a little impatient: "Don't talk nonsense! Come on, insert it!". m.