The space shook violently, and dust fell from the ceiling.
The familiar brownish-yellow sword light seeped out of the crack in the air and directly illuminated the entire space.
In a normal situation, spirit swords were invisible to ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng couldn't see them at all. But Jingke was very special, because it looked like a peach wood sword that could be found everywhere on the market to ward off evil spirits.
Fatty Luo had just discovered this, and he was especially surprised.
"Lord Jingke … Jingke!" The moment he saw Jingke appear, Fatty Luo's voice trembled.
He was too excited and marveled at Wang Ling's ability … What kind of power was this to be able to tear open a crack in this completely isolated space and summon a spirit sword by force?
Fatty Luo felt that this was already completely beyond his understanding.
The moment Jingke was summoned, Grenade-Throwing very tacitly tapped Lie Mengmeng's neck lightly and used an acupoint to directly knock him out.
An ordinary person wouldn't be able to withstand the mental pressure of tearing open a crack in space to summon a spirit sword; this was no longer a physical attack that long johns or long johns could withstand.
If Lie Mengmeng was affected here, it was very likely that he would suffer from dementia in his later years …
"Too strong …" When Fatty Luo saw Jingke firmly gripped in Wang Ling's hand as sword qi continued to erupt in the air, he felt his face tremble uncontrollably.
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This aura had come and gone very quickly. Fatty Luo felt that Jingke was really too cool, and that it was a perfect match for Ling Zhenren.
When Wang Ling held Jingke and their auras blended together, there was actually a feeling of being one with nature — this was a higher realm than being one with the sword!
"When will I be able to have a magic treasure as compatible as Lord Jingke and Ling Zhenren's …" Fatty Luo blinked, his heart full of envy. After all, this kind of thing could only be encountered by chance. He had collected and made a lot of magic treasures, but the problem of compatibility wasn't something that could be solved through simple forging.
The compatibility between a spirit sword and its owner was a very profound subject. Fatty Luo felt that in layman's terms, it was like choosing a wife by looking at the eight characters of the horoscope.
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After ten breaths, the space was finally completely calm.
Holding Jingke in his hand, Wang Ling aimed the blade at the array pattern on the ground.
Just as he was about to slash down, the runes seemed to come to life and moved on their own.
"Not good, the formation spirit has been roused and is trying to escape!" Fatty Luo instantly cried out. For a formation set up by an Itinerant Immortal like this, apart from the complicated formation patterns, it would most likely have an array spirit. In order to maintain the safety and stability of the array, the array spirit would shift the position of the core array pattern every once in a while.
But now, the Array Spirit had been awakened in advance …
"You want to destroy me? Not so easy! In this space, as long as I don't want to die, I can be indestructible! "The formation spirit laughed proudly.
This large array formation was not to be underestimated. It could carry illusions and multiple layers of parallel space. It belonged to the Advanced Array Formation of the Space Flow. Of course, this array spirit was not an ordinary being.
As soon as he finished speaking, the runes that were originally engraved in the room turned into a wandering dragon-like spirit that instantly floated up and fiercely rushed out of the door.
It was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo had no time to catch up.
Wang Ling didn't look sideways; he merely frowned and directly stamped his foot down.
Before the array spirit could break through the door, its body was accurately stepped on by Wang Ling …
"Aiya!"
Wang Ling had only stepped on the last bit of the array pattern, which was like a small tail, but the array spirit was aghast to find that it actually couldn't move even half a step …
Wang Ling's speed had already surpassed the array spirit's imagination, and the force of his stomp was like a nail that firmly pinned it to the ground.
"Brother Ling, to be able to operate such a large array, this array spirit is no ordinary creature! It would be great if we could capture it alive! "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly said.
The value of an Itinerant Immortal array spirit was simply immeasurable.
Generally speaking, array flags and an array creator were needed to operate an array, and when the creator wasn't around, the array spirit could replace the creator. But subduing a powerful array spirit was as difficult as ascending to heaven. This was a product of nomological laws, and the principle was a little similar to that of a sword spirit.
Since ancient times, there had been only a handful of arrays that could give birth to an array spirit on their own initiative.
But it seemed that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had spoken a little too late …
When Wang Ling had made his move, he hadn't intended to keep this array spirit at all.
Wang Ling hated everything that disturbed his peaceful life.
Whether it was the mastermind behind the scenes or the array spirit in front of him, it was all the same.
So since he wanted to live a peaceful life, he didn't need to care about what would happen next. Whether this array spirit was strong or weak had nothing to do with Wang Ling. His original goal was to get everyone out of the space safely.
Wang Ling raised his hand, and the spirit sword in his hand instantly lit up …
This brown sword light lingered around Jingke's body. It wasn't bright; on the contrary, it could be said to be very gentle. But the oppressive feeling in that gentleness was very real.
Fatty Luo only felt that Jingke was really at ease. Nothing could be more gentle than this.
The array spirit had a fearful expression on its face as it instinctively sensed the danger of this peach wood spirit sword. It hurriedly opened its mouth and begged bitterly, "Exalted Immortal, please let me go. I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai …"
Wang Ling didn't even look at the array spirit as he directly swung his sword down.
The array spirit didn't even have time to cry out as the sword light directly pierced its body. In the next moment, its ghostly body, along with the core array pattern hidden inside, cracked and shattered.
"Brother Ling …"
Seeing this scene, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo couldn't help sucking in cold breaths.
An array spirit at Itinerant Immortal level had been cut down just like that … Furthermore, it had died after just one slash …
This was probably what a big shot was like …
"…" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart ached. If he could subdue such a powerful array spirit, it would definitely be a powerful little brother!
But very quickly, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt relieved, because what Wang Ling had done wasn't wrong.
He had always been this kind of person from the beginning …
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The array spirit was destroyed, the core array pattern was destroyed, and the game space also started to crack inch by inch.
Bits of sunlight seeped in through the dark space and shone on Wang Ling's face …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo stood on the side and looked at him. They didn't know if it was because the crisis had been resolved, but they felt that Wang Ling's serious face seemed a lot more at ease.
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