The extremely powerful sword light had a spirituality that could dispel all pressure, and instantly formed a resistance against the infinite resentment in the supreme world.
The Grave God was alarmed by this scene; he never expected Wang Nuan's tear to actually turn the situation around at this critical moment.
In the waiting room, Wang Ling observed the battle from a distance, and at the same time shared the image with Wang Ming's mind.
His two elder brothers were closely watching the development of the battle.
"So Leng Ming is here … I see …" The moment he saw that green blade of grass appear, Wang Ming felt relieved.
He was pondering a question.
If Wang Ling was an Immortal King, then Wang Nuan was an immortal sister.
Then, Ah Nuan's tear was the legendary … sister juice!
"…" The corner of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.
He pretended that he hadn't heard anything.
Leng Ming's appearance was within Wang Ling's expectations, because Leng Ming had a mechanism to begin with. Usually, it was the sword master's blood that could trigger this "spirit blade that saves the master" effect.
This was a built-in rule for all the sword spirits produced in the sword king world. As long as they recognized a sword master, the sword spirit would definitely appear at the necessary moment.
But Wang Ling didn't want Wang Nuan to be hurt in the slightest.
Thus, he had specially modified this rule to specifically target Wang Nuan; it only took one tear to trigger this protective effect.
In the supreme world, along with Leng Ming's emerald green sword light, this barren and deathly still place seemed to glow with new vitality.
The Grave God was bewildered; he hadn't thought much of Leng Ming at first.
It was just a small blade of Heavenly Tomb Grass, which wasn't worthy of his surprise.
But when Leng Ming appeared at that moment, the Grave God had to admit that he was amazed by this blade of grass's growth.
Leng Ming, who had appeared out of nowhere, looked like he had just returned from special training. He clearly had the body of a child, but he was clearly stronger than before, and he seemed to have grown a lot taller.
He was wearing a greyish-green training suit with a belt tied around his waist. His whole body was filled with a kind of lively aura, like a spirit living in the forest.
When the sword qi surged, Leng Ming's hair naturally floated in the air, emitting a kind of spiritual nature.
With Leng Ming at the center, this barren ancient mountain was instantly covered in tender green grass.
The wildfire will not be extinguished, and the spring wind will blow again.
These grasses had unimaginable tenacity. In this supreme world that was filled with resentment, they were constantly being destroyed and reborn …
"To think that he could grow to such a level."
The Grave God clearly remembered Leng Ming's appearance when the Sword King Realm was in chaos.
It could only be said that the changes brought about by the current situation were too great.
"Don't you dare be presumptuous in my supreme world."
The Grave God became enraged, and the barren ancient mountain in front of her turned into an oasis in the blink of an eye.
It made him feel extra dazzled.
The Graveyard Goddess unleashed her final burst of power as she watched the withered and reborn grass spreading outwards like geckos!
One hundred percent of the supreme world's pressure!
All of them bombarded down!
In an instant, the wailing in this world grew even louder. Bitter and mournful screams and painful moans rose and fell, carrying a kind of heaven-collapsing wail.
Billowing black gas surged over from the distant horizon, plunging this supreme world into an unprecedented depression.
When the black gas approached, it transformed into people of all shapes and sizes. Their scarlet eyes emitted a hellish light.
They were all ancient powerhouses who had been killed by the Grave God. Now, they were all mobilized by the supreme world and sacrificed to become an undead army.
They stood on black clouds and wore pitch-black undead armor. They were so eerie that even heaven and earth trembled.
The vast undead army rushed over from afar and surrounded Wang Nuan's ancient mountain that was filled with lush greenery.
There was a black mass below.
Wang Nuan's ancient mountain had turned into the only oasis at this moment. It was like the last ray of light in this world that was about to be covered by endless darkness.
"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly. He stretched out his strong little arm and shielded Little Girl Nuan behind him. His small body looked like a giant at this moment.
This was also a test for Leng Ming. His first battle after returning from cultivation was already a situation like this.
However, he was not frightened by the hellish scene in front of him.
Instead, he kept thinking about the combat skills that his master and mistress had taught him during the special training.
At the same time, he was measuring the gap between his side and the Grave God's combat strength.
This was the Grave God's supreme world. In this world, the Grave God could do anything he wanted.
"We can't waste time here. We have to find a way to split open this world."
Leng Ming said this after some serious thought.
The Grave God laughed on the spot and clutched his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest joke in all of eternity. "Do you think my supreme world is a watermelon? You want to split it open? Don't forget, you're just a blade of grass. "
"Shut up! How would I know if I don't split it open? "Leng Ming was in high spirits and refused to admit defeat so easily.
Boom!
At that moment, the undead army was even closer in the distance. The murderous aura of a deep sea of blood swept over with a destructive pressure.
This was an unimaginable deterrent.
Leng Ming was deeply shaken by the powerful fluctuations.
He had never felt this level of pressure before. Even when he had been hit by Jingke and Bai Qiao's combined attacks, it hadn't seemed to be as great as this.
"Do you feel the gap?" At that moment, the Grave God slowly stretched out his hand, curled his fingers, and slowly closed his palm. With every inch of strength he exerted, the fluctuations of energy grew stronger.
It felt like there was no end to it.
Leng Ming started to get nervous, but he still persevered.
He had come to protect Wang Nuan, and also to show off the results of his special training; he didn't want to embarrass his shifu.
"Hey."
At that moment, Wang Nuan slowly crawled over and lay on Leng Ming's back.
The soft touch had the milky scent of a baby, and Leng Ming's little face instantly turned red. "Ah Nuan …"
In that instant, Leng Ming felt reassured.
It wasn't just him; Wang Nuan felt the same way.
Because of Leng Ming's appearance, the pressure from the supreme world had been split into two.
Wang Nuan and Leng Ming were now sharing the pressure of this world equally, and had become each other's salvation.
Wang Nuan didn't say a word, and hugged Leng Ming's neck like a soft plaster.
In the next moment, the little girl's eyes turned sharp.
Leng Ming instantly understood.
The real counterattack was about to begin!
Although Little Girl Nuan had just been born, her strategic thinking was exceptionally clear.
She added the power of her Shadow Dao to Leng Ming's body, and in a split second, the tender green grass that had been spreading all around them started to spread out at an extremely fast speed …
The speed at which it spread was extremely astonishing, and it formed a green wave that collided with the Grave God's undead army.
"She's actually using the shadows of these grass to counteract the withering effect …"
The Grave God was shocked.
He never thought that the little girl in front of him and that little grass would actually have such an unexpected effect.
If this went on, his supreme world would be completely green!
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