The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The Shinto Star Lord was pressed against the king’s chair by a strong pressure. His old face was red, and he felt a great shame. Since he took control of the Shinto Star, no one has dared to do this to him. Now, a planet that was originally regarded as a poor planet by him, a high school student born from inside has actually put him on the king’s chair. .

He is very angry, but he is helpless.

At this time, Wang Ling suddenly heard a voice, which was actually issued by the king chair under the main seat of the Shinto star.

Although the Shinto Star Lord was forced to play on the king’s chair, the king’s chair slowly turned around, facing the back of the chair against Wang Ling, and at the same time, the back of the chair showed a face of no sadness and no joy: “I am miscalculated, I didn’t expect the earth… No, there is the character in the universe.”

The opening of the king’s chair, between the time of the moment, the volatility of the surrounding gods completely subsided.

Wang Ling stared at this king chair. He had previously felt that the origin of this chair was extraordinary, but he never imagined that the king chair was conscious, and this is not a spiritual taste, completely different from the spirit.

what is this?

神？

Or, is there another name?

The universe is so big that there are too many unsolved things about Wang Ling.

But Wang Ling doesn’t care what the king chair is.

It’s God, it’s a devil.

Since you have disturbed yourself, it will be fine.

“You are an extraordinary person, such a powerful strength, even if you come to our Shinto, there is no one in the world. But today, you can’t live. I blame me for being too indulgent to God on weekdays… his There is only one Shinto, and naturally it will not be your opponent.” The face on the back of the chair is open, and he speaks without a trace of emotion. This is the real horror.

The god in his mouth is the name of the star of the Shinto.

“So what are you?? Spirit?” At this time, the white sheath usually opens in front.

The face on the king’s chair smiled, and the golden light on his side was so big that there was a star-like star-like lingering around him, like a god on the top.

“God, it is me, and I am God… The earth comprehensions in your area have never touched the realm of God, and naturally do not know what God is. The most ridiculous thing is that you still have a place called the Divine…” Sneer: “There is no god, no god, but the name of God, will be countered.”

The king’s chair came and shouted, and did not put Wang Ling and the white sheath in his eyes.

“The true realm of the gods is on the boundary of the universe. It is a place that you can never touch. If you don’t set a god domain, you can fake the gods and you won’t be condemned by this god.” The king chair came and he pointed out The key to the contradiction is to point all the spearheads to the “Divine Land”, where it was originally the place where the comprehensibles rose.

For Ling’s interpretation, Wang Ling does not understand.

He has never seen a true god.

This is all relative.

For ordinary people, perhaps the comprehension of the Deity Transformation period is already a god.

For the Deity Transformation period, the gods in their hearts may be true.

And those who are really immortal, and yearning for Xianzun, yearning for the “Divine”…

Since ancient times, the comprehension of the realm has never stopped.

If you use simple and easy to understand, who is stronger, who is the god.

The Shinto star owner seems to have been stunned by the king’s chair. Wang Ling discovered that the star master is actually a beggar. His real opponent is actually the seat of the king.

“You are self-defeating, or wait for me to do it.” The king’s chair opens, his words lead to the sky, as if it is from the center of the universe.

He deliberately used this pressure to impact Wang Ling, and Wang Ling did feel the pressure, but the pressure was not enough to make him kneel.

“Hands, it’s too much trouble.” Wang Ling stared at the king’s chair and voiced.

“What do you mean.” The king chair is impatient.

A few gems on his armrests burst into the light, coming forward, a beam of light hitting, thigh-like thickness, accompanied by a strong thunder sensation of a whole golden palace.

However, the next moment, this light is divided into two.

“What?” The face on the back of the chair frowned.

He fixed his eyes and looked at it, but he saw a peach sword in his hand.

The line of “Jian Lai”, Wang Ling has said that countless times, and now it is also a little lacking.

A good summer vacation, the troubles that followed one after another hit him. This god world is a bit tidy.

He didn’t care what the royal chair had.

In this world, apart from Juan’s dish and Chen Chao’s mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel the feeling of trepidation in the heart. This is the pressure from the real kingdom of the kingdom, and it does not let Wang Ling feels the timidity.

The king’s chair is no longer hands-on, because he has noticed a strange look from this young boy’s calm posture…

On the back of the chair, the face of the king’s chair was very dignified, and his eyes stared at the boy in front of him.

I saw the boy slowly walked down to the golden pillar of the palace and slowly sat down. He put his arm on his knees casually, leaning back against the pillar of God and gently sighing.

“This sitting position…” At this moment, the king’s chair was shocked.

From this sitting position, he saw a figure that was familiar.

impossible……

This person is gone!

On the back of the chair, the face of the king’s chair is constantly changing. He stares at the boy with his own eyes that can see through everything, but he sees that the past and future of the boy are nothing but vain.

Wang Ling smiled.

He knew that the king chair was watching himself.

But ah, his past and future, even his own can not see clearly, let alone talk about this broken chair.

“It’s over.” Wang Ling turned his gaze to the king’s chair, and the king’s chair at this time was completely arrogant.

There is a very dangerous feeling, haunting the heart of this king chair.

Wang Ling gently throws the mahogany sword in his hand to the void, and the mahogany sword releases a strong power!

“The power of Shinto…” The king’s chair reveals an incredible god: “Do you give the power of Shinto to your Sword Spirit?”

“Do not.”

Wang Ling shook his head, and the cold voice echoed in the void: “Replenishment.”

King Chair: “Replenishment class???”

Wang Ling: “I can learn, my Sword Spirit, naturally can learn.”

In fact, just after Wang Ling summoned Jing Ke, he cut off the light, and in the dozens of seconds of sitting down, the supplementary class was completed.

Now that Wang Ling throws Jing Ke to the void, it is to make Jing Ke resonate with the white sheath.

When the sword body and the scabbard are approaching, the memory between the two will be combined into one! The power of Shinto has become two!

“So, I don’t need to do anything at all.” Wang Ling stared at the king’s chair and looked like a well.

At this time, the white sheath that understands Wang Ling is the first form of scabbard.

On the contrary, Jing Ke was slightly hesitant in the void… He never entered the scabbard, and he was somewhat ashamed for a while, and the body was full of red light…

The white sheath is a little impatient: “Do not talk nonsense! Come in!”