He looked at Wang Ling from a distance.

Looking at the direction of the other world, the young man was sitting slumped in front of the ruins, looking very tired.

As the master, Monk Jindeng chose to stop him and block his way.

After thinking about it for a while, Xie felt that his inference was completely reasonable.

"Xie, you have been taken advantage of. I advise you to stop."

Jin Deng stared at the steel-winged creature in front of him and frowned slightly.

Because the situation at this time is extremely bad.

Fortunately, Wang Ling reacted quickly and used Wang Pu to expand the extra world of the other world, including most of the universe on the outer layer of the earth, becoming part of the other world.

This move is to prevent Xie's next actions from destroying the other world and affecting the real world.

The world inside expands under Wang Tong's radiation.

The width, thickness and strength have all been improved on the original basis.

"I need you to teach me how to do things?"

He stared at the monk with ferocious eyes.

It was a pair of eyes filled with chaos.

The ferocious beast is also a large creature bred from chaos. When it was born, its strength was no less than that of Wang Daozu's divine beast.

——The stupid prairie dog who is still in autistic state and has not been lifted from petrification.

"I'm just carrying out the master's order." Xie said.

"You are foolish and loyal." Jin Deng responded.

They are in space, competing against each other.

Wang Ling found that at the next moment, the ferocious claws tightly grasped his rune spear, and a chaotic and boundless aura was released.

This is an extremely high concentration of chaotic gas.

It seems to give people the illusion of being in chaos.

This is a normal fluctuation for an ancestor-level strongman, and a monk can naturally withstand it with his strength, but it is equivalent to changing the surrounding environment. Any human cultivator (except Wang Ling), even a monk, will feel uncomfortable in the chaotic energy.

Just like an excellent diver, even if a monk can withstand the chaos of chaos, there is always a limit.

It's just that this speed is far higher than that of ordinary cultivators in the earth and the divine realm.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have exploded under such fluctuations.

"It seems that you are indeed no longer the little monk you were back then."

As an ancestral realm master, Xie was surprised by the monk's current growth.

Thousands of years ago, Jin Deng would have lost consciousness in less than five seconds under such chaotic energy.

In fact.

Whether it's natural talent or moral character, it's on every level.

The Golden Lantern will surpass Peng Xiren.

If he could get Wang Daozu's guidance, Monk Jindeng could save himself a lot of detours.

But what Xie still can't figure out is.

In the end, Wang Daozu chose Peng Xiren.

And ordered him to protect this, the only true disciple.

This was the task assigned by Wang Daozu back then, and of course he could not violate it.

Even if the grown-up Golden Lantern monk stands in front of him, the same is true.

Clang!

So, the next second, what awaited the monk was the terrifying rune spear lingering with endless chaos energy.

Xie's first strike in the sky was just a test, this time it was his full strength.

The spreading radiant purple chaotic energy mixed with the runes that kept dimming and lighting up, tore the sky apart, with boundless terror, and once again penetrated the golden lamp.

Monk Jindeng frowned and took out a purple gold wooden fish.

when!

He raised his hand and sacrificed the wooden fish.

This wooden fish rapidly grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then burst out with overwhelming power, powerful enough to challenge a spear.

"Monk, is this all you have?"

He sneered and let out a loud war cry.

Suddenly, the divine voice filled my ears.

The endless pressure washed down, and even if it didn't reach Wang Ling's position, the terrifying sound waves rushed away in all directions instantly.

A buzz!

Wang Ling saw that the four ancient divine weapons suppressed by Jing Ke's sword talisman actually collapsed on the spot!

Huge sound waves hit the ground, and Jingke's figure became unstable and was actually swept away on the spot.

Wang Ling responded quickly.

He stood up lightly, accurately calculated Jingke's position, and held him in his arms like a doll.

This is a musical technique specifically targeted at ancient divine weapons.

In order to be responsible for clearing out the ancient divine weapons, Xie studied many methods.

And this trick is the most effective.

These monsters, made of special materials bred in chaos, are not afraid of physical spells, but can be crushed with one blow as long as they are exposed to specific sonic frequencies.

However, such specific sound waves are harmless to living beings other than the ancient divine weapons and will not cause casualties.

At most, he would just be stunned.

To be honest, Wang Ling was inspired by Xie's move.

It turns out that the ancient divine weapons can still be dealt with like this.

kindness……

He learned.

After this war cry.

Xie's first mission, which is to clear away the remnants of the ancient divine weapons, has been completed.

All that's left is to rescue Peng Xiren.

His distant war cry was intended to crush the ancient divine weapon and stun Wang Ling.

But what Xie didn't expect was.

The ancient divine weapons were destroyed.

But the boy and the child-like white-haired sword spirit were both intact, not even a single hair missing.

"You have a good disciple, monk." Xie said.

This is a rare compliment.

In the monk's impression, Xie rarely praised others.

In fact, the war cry just now was not only Xie's test of Wang Ling.

It was also Wang Ling's test of Xie.

This has shown that the Dharma of this Wang Daozu is different from the opponents he has encountered before.

Because Jing Ke was injured.

The moment Wang Ling caught it, he realized that Jingke had suffered internal injuries.

Although it didn't show up, it wasn't serious.

But just one battle cry could injure his sword spirit.

In Wang Ling's memory, this was indeed the first time.

"Sword Master, I'm sorry..." Jingke was held in Wang Ling's arms. He felt that Wang Ling was using magic to heal him, and he felt a little ashamed for a moment.

Even though he was injured this time, there was an element of shock that he underestimated the enemy.

But in the current situation, he really couldn't find any extra excuses to excuse himself.

To be injured is to be injured.

Wang Ling sighed helplessly.
To be continued...