Chapter 1826: Views From the Other Side (1/92)

There is no doubt that this is a crushing education. Wang Ling grabbed the saint by his ankle and beat him on the ground like a scarecrow. He no longer had the gleaming golden posture of the saint when he appeared on the stage. .

The Uzumaki's face was now bruised and swollen, and yellow blood was constantly spraying out. Even his breath was much weaker, and he felt as if he was beaten until he was about to die.

This kind of crazy output was so smooth under Wang Ling's command that the students from No. 60 Middle School and Uzumaki Emperor Middle School who had previously been completely unaware of Wang Ling were stunned, as if they were in a dream, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. See.

As expected of a father...

Wang Muyu teleported himself to the top of the teaching building, which was an excellent place to watch the battle with a wide view.

At the same time, he was constantly observing the holy lord who was being beaten crazily.

It can only be said that compared to the ordinary Eternal Ones, the Holy Lord from the Holy Clan is indeed stronger. In terms of combat power alone, Wang Muyu feels that the Holy Lord in front of him is much stronger than Jingze and Yan? .

In the end, he was beaten severely by Wang Ling, until he had no energy left to fight back.

But at the same time, Wang Muyu also knew that all this was not over yet, and each race had its own characteristics.

They knew very little about the Saints. Apart from knowing that they had a strange swirling face, there seemed to be nothing strange about them.

He knew that although Wang Ling had dealt a severe blow, since he did not directly kill the opponent, he still wanted to test what other methods the saint could come up with.

"I thought Lingzi was not a normal person before, but I didn't expect him to be so cruel!" Chen Chao was so excited. Although he still hadn't fully digested the facts about Wang Ling in front of him, this scene still made him feel... Feel a sense of comfort from the bottom of your heart.

"Yes." Guo Hao nodded. As a good brother, he was also proud of Wang Ling: "We should have noticed it earlier. After all, not everyone can be like Wang Ling and get average scores in every exam... In fact, I have also suspected that there is something wrong with Lingzi. For example, we have been able to win several large-scale competitions with him, which is very strange! We are obviously not strong. "

At this moment, to everyone in No. 60 Middle School, Wang Ling's existence completely surfaced like the sun was shining through the clouds.

But to Wang Ling, the saint in front of him was still a mystery.

"He can't kill you. If you get up and fight again, you will pull out some of his teeth no matter what."

At this moment, Wang Ling, Wang Muyu and Sun Rong heard a voice from the other side. A golden giant eye opened from the depths of the universe. Its sight penetrated layers of space and directly entered the inherent spiritual realm. .

Wang Ling noticed this mysterious sight.

At the same time, he also followed the line of sight that seemed to be transmitted here from the other side of the universe, and saw clearly the body of the giant golden eye.

For a moment, his thoughts were a little confused.

Because the shape of this giant eye is very similar to the "Cosmic Embryo" previously obtained from the Palace of the Outer Gods. That cosmic embryo is still in Wang Ling's hands and is injected with a large amount of spiritual energy by Wang Ling every day. .

However, the "cosmic fetus" was like a baby that could never be fed enough. No matter how Wang Ling poured energy into it, the bud never bloomed.

So Wang Ling was thinking about whether there was a problem in some link.

In other words, there is another cosmic embryo.

Both must be collected in order to have a sympathetic response.

He thought it might take a long time before new clues could be found about this matter, but he didn't expect to get new information from the Saints at this moment.

Wang Ling waited deliberately.

The Holy Lord, who was on the ground with a bruised face and a bruised face, quickly stood up again with a brand-new attitude.

Powerful self-healing ability, and can also shorten the duration of serious injury effects.

Wang Ling had to praise that this kind of recovery method was much better than Bai Zhe's back then.

"Gui Lao Liu, try to kill him! If you can't kill him, then cripple him. How can the prestige of my holy clan be lost in the hands of an earthling?"

The members of the holy race from the other side of the universe were still instigating him again through the cosmic fetus in their hands. They shared the same hatred and looked like they wanted to skin Wang Ling.

Wang Ling raised his eyelids in a lack of interest, not noticing these clowns at all. He stared in front of him and stood up again. The Holy Lord, known as Ghost Lao Liu, said calmly: "Is that all right? "

Gui Laoliu looked at Wang Ling with a gloomy face and said: "You are too conceited! How can you be so merciful during the battle? If you want to fight, you have to hit the opponent until there is no room for breathing! I admit that I underestimated you before, but Our Saint Clan is not that easy to deal with."

He hummed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the ground. From the underground cracks that emerged, countless golden tentacles protruded from them and directly held Wang Ling's ankle.

Wang Ling frowned slightly.

It wasn't that this method was surprising, but the moment the golden tentacles tied around his ankles, Wang Ling felt through the tentacles that this holy lord had a certain bloodline power of the old rulers.

The immortal energy on his body, mixed with the power of chaos, shook these golden tentacles away. He originally wanted to scare these golden tentacles back to the ground, but he did not expect that these tentacles became more and more courageous as they fought.

More golden tentacles emerged from the ground, and many glazed scales condensed on the tentacles.

Wang Ling looked indifferent. He grabbed a tentacle and pulled off the scales. He was shocked to find that the scales on the tentacle were not ordinary scales, but dragon scales...

This was not the most outrageous thing.

The most outrageous thing was.

Just after Wang Ling pulled off the dragon scales, the golden tentacles seemed to be stimulated by something, and countless wings grew on their bodies.

Holy, crystal, and extremely sharp, while swinging the tentacles, these wings instantly turned into light blades and fell off the golden tentacles, rushing towards Wang Ling.

In an instant, the place where Wang Ling was was bombed on the spot, smoke and dust rose in all directions, and the land after the huge spiritual energy poured out was red, as if it was scorched by the sun.

"So strong." Sun Rong sighed inwardly.

After all, this was within Wang Ling's own inherent spiritual domain. He could be so presumptuous in an environment that was not favorable to him. This holy clan should not be underestimated.

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However, at this point in the battle, Wang Ling slowly began to question himself.

He had imagined many possibilities of the Saint Clan, but he had never thought that the Saint Clan was actually a mixed race...or to put it bluntly in modern Internet buzzwords.

Good fellow.

This race is simply the ultimate patchwork monster!