The Daily Life of the Immortal King

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When Wang Ling stepped into the God Palace outside, the powerful living things aura in the ancient universe made him feel a little surprised.

It turned out to be much better than he thought.

The God Palace outside this hall is actually a set. The Chaos Energy inside is rich, and it is millions of times stronger than the circle outside the Unspeakable Land.

Even a realm like a monk is not enough to get involved here.

Wang Ling was a little uncomfortable when he first entered, but after standing there for a few seconds, the body quickly became familiar with the surrounding environment.

He wanted to protect A Nuan, but A Nuan was more adaptable than he thought.

What a ridiculous Little Brat.

Wang Ling sighed with emotion.

At this time, Wang Ling was in a main hall on the outermost level of the palace. This room was so huge that it was actually the size of a Small World.

Using Small World to divide the rooms in the palace, Wang Ling had to marvel at the great generosity of those outside gods.

This is not something of the tomb god, but the tomb god inherited from the sake of using the power of the “mystery” to activate the “external god bloodline” within the body.

Essentially, this terrifying outer God Palace should be like those ghost ships drifting in the deep sea, which will drift with the waves over the years and remain in the outer space forever.

No one would have thought that there would be another day when the God Palace outside the palace would come out again.

Using Wang Tong to look ahead, Wang Ling found three entrances from this vast room as small as the Small World.

This is leading to the three rooms behind. Wang Tong’s vision is blocked by a golden rays of light, and he cannot see what is behind the room.

Wang Ling felt that the rays of light had a great connection with the three-petal Golden Lotus he had seen outside at that moment.

For Wang Ling, although he can’t see what is behind these three rooms, he has nothing to fear.

It’s just that the biggest problem before us is…

He has choice difficulties.

Faced with the three entrances that appeared in his sight, Wang Ling became a little tangled.

At this moment, A Nuan gave a “babble” and pointed to one of the entrances.

The third exit.

Wang Ling is too lazy to think, she believes in A Nuan’s decision unconditionally.

When Wang Ling decided, a bright light suddenly lit up from Small World and turned into a golden light avenue directly derived from Wang Ling’s feet, leading to the third entrance.

This is an entrance restriction in the God Palace outside, in order to prevent people who enter here from making a decision and then conflict and change their minds.

Wang Ling stared at the golden light avenue under her step, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

Somehow, he always feels that God Palace outside is a bit like a game.

This golden light avenue is very long, with several thousands li stretched out. After all, a room in the God Palace outside is a Small World.

If ordinary people come here, they will consume countless spirit strength on the road.

Wang Ling is fearless.

He directly used Shrink The Land Into An Inch method to easily approach the entrance to the next room.

Stepping into the entrance covered by the golden light, Wang Ling entered the next space.

Then the two siblings began to carefully look at the scene in front of them, and they did not let any natural phenomenon off.

The second room is the second Small World.

“Ah…”

The sound of mournful scream came into Wang Ling and Wang Nuan’s ears. Just ahead of several hundred li, Wang Ling saw a dry forest.

As soon as he moved, he rushed like a light.

An amazing scene appeared before me.

Wang Ling didn’t have time to cover Wang Nuan’s ears, but saw that the dead branches in this dry forest were actually hanging dead bodies.

To be precise, it should be a mummy.

These skins are not peeled off, they are like being sucked up by some evil thing, their bone marrow and internal organs, and finally it seems like showing off their spoils of war, hanging in such a bad taste In the dry woods.

Wang Ling simply liquidated the number of corpses.

Only within sight, there are more than 1,200.

Is it the cultivator who strayed into God Palace in the past?

Wang Ling has a guess in her mind.

If the God Palace is floating in the universe, it is very likely that some cultivators will use it as a Secret Realm discovered by accident, so it may not be necessary for exploration.

This place is weird.

Wang Ling worried that watching it for a long time would be detrimental to the girl’s physical and mental health.

However, just as he was about to leave the dry woods, these hanging corpses changed their angles one after another, all staring in the direction of him and Wang Nuan.

“Identification…Identification…”

A sharp sneer in the dry wood sounded, an old saying that Wang Ling had never heard before, with a great malice.

However, Wang Ling’s language comprehension ability is very strong. He just analyzed it in his mind and quickly translated it into Mandarin automatically.

Along with this chilly sneer, the corpses hanging on the trees in the dry woods also sneered.

It was a mental continuous oppressive attack. The cultivator that entered here normally had already fallen under such a concentrated attack.

However, Wang Ling stayed still with his hands in his pockets.

This made the owner who got the sneer from the dry woods a little surprised: “Huh? You managed to hold the pressure and didn’t fall down?”

The voice is very old and profound: “I have never seen a cultivator like you… but you have held the first round of sane identification, you can leave here safe and sound…”

Consciousness test?

Wang Ling raised her eyebrows, but didn’t hear what the old voice was saying.

However, as the voice said, after the concentrated Spirit Attack just now, the corpses of this dry forest disappeared miraculously like an illusion.

Those ridicules, and all the harsh scenes previously seen in the dry woods are all disappeared.

“Strength, consciousness, knowledge, speed, qi and blood… When everyone enters the God Palace, these values ​​have been frozen.” In the dry forest, the old voice sighed helplessly.

With a stern smile, he explained the rules of the palace to Wang Ling: “This is the purpose of the foreign god who built this palace, and it is also a game for the entire universe. It is a pity that since ancient times, those The cultivator who broke into here, few people can get to the end…”

“…”

Wang Ling frowned slightly.

Listening to these values, he really felt like a game.

What is his five basic abilities: strength, consciousness, knowledge, speed, and vitality?

Wang Ling doesn’t know this yet.

The old voice continued: “Well, do you want to continue to gamble with me? If you pass my mental assessment, you will know what your mental level is, and I will die! …It’s a pity that you and your younger sister will stay here forever, you die!”

Wang Ling didn’t think too much, just spread his hands and maintained a completely indifferent attitude.

The voice couldn’t help laughing: “You could have left unharmed, did not expect to bet with me? Hehe…then just wait and see…”

tone barely fell.

In the void, with the appearance of several golden rays of light, Wang Ling saw ten sixteen golden dice appearing.

They roll, spin and finally freeze in the void.

As soon as the value was released, the owner of the dry forest laughed: “It’s a pity… your values ​​add up, and there is 523! One value represents one nucleus! This means that you must have a battle strength of 523 or more cores. Only by conscious mind can you pass the old man’s dry woods!”

Laughter is inevitable.

Because all those who enter the outer God Palace will convert their overall battle strength according to their personal abilities and evenly distribute them to the five basic abilities of “strength, mind, knowledge, speed, and blood”.

For those cultivators that have come in in previous years, all the values ​​may not have 523 cores, let alone this single data…

“Sorry young man, you and your younger sister, old man accepted it without hesitation…” The dry forest master Sen laughed.

Wang Ling frowned.

Preparing to fight, the owner of this dry wood suddenly made a painful and mournful scream…

“No…this is impossible…”

The owner of the dry wood screamed.

Within Wang Ling’s sight, all the dead trees in this dry forest were instantly ignited by a golden fire and started to burn…

“Your mind has more than 523 cores?” Amid the screams, the owner of the dry wood burst into doubt.