The beginning is the invincible boss

Chapter 342 Ming Shilun

Strictly speaking, Tang Ling should be regarded as a practitioner of both magic and martial arts. His soul has been tempered by the water of the Styx. His strength is even comparable to that of a king-level wraith, and his mental strength is even better than that of those true monarchs who practice magic.

As soon as Ming Shilun's spiritual power spread, Tang Ling noticed it.

However, due to the difference in realm between the two parties, if Tang Ling's spirit and soul were like a lake, then Ming Shilun's soul and mental power were at most equivalent to a swimming pool of more than ten square meters.

However, as Ming Shilun was the first real practitioner Tang Ling had met, Tang Ling was still a little curious about the boundaries of a real practitioner.

After a while, after Tang Ling roughly judged Ming Shi Lun's strength at this moment, Tang Ling lost interest in teasing him any more, and an even more powerful mental power roared out in an instant.

Tang Ling's spiritual power was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, blowing away all the spirit that had spread from Ming Shilun.

"Since you're here, come up."

Just as Mingshi Lun felt his mental power being blown away, Tang Ling's voice appeared in his mind.

As a legend in Hong Kong Island today, Ming Shilun had no intention of retreating even though he felt Tang Ling's strength and once suppressed the powerhouse of the entire Hong Kong Island cultivation world with his own strength.

On the contrary, a long-lost fighting spirit appeared in his heart.

"Haha, your Excellency's hospitality is hard to refuse, and I will certainly not be polite."

Ming Shilun laughed loudly, the mana in his body gushed out like a tsunami, and the surging world around him was condensed into a golden dragon.

"Is this the true power of a Daoist cultivator?"

"Following the dragon, it's so terrifying!"

Seeing Ming Shilun stepping on the golden dragon and gradually disappearing into the sky, the practitioners from Hong Kong Island who gathered from all directions to watch the battle all widened their eyes in unison.

"Tang Ling, you must die."

Like many Hong Kong practitioners, Long Yanghui and other members of the Long family already sentenced Tang Ling to death after seeing this scene.

"It is Tang Ling's honor to use Tang Ling's life to pave the way for Master Mingshi Lun's first battle out of seclusion."

"Not only that, the opportunity for my Long family to take off again is coming soon, and the entire Hong Kong Island will usher in an era belonging to my Long family."

Everyone in the Long family felt that when the Long family was about to rule Hong Kong Island, Ming Shilun, who was stepping on the golden dragon, had already reached the top of Victoria Peak. Long Anqi couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw this scene.

Although she only knew that her master's strength had improved further after she obtained the Godly Grass of Tongyou.

But I never expected that the master would be able to ride a dragon. At this moment, all the hesitation and fear in his heart disappeared.

In contrast, Tang Ling, who was standing on the boulder with his hands behind his back, looked indifferent.

Although Ming Shilun's Walking the Dragon looks rather bluffing and powerful, but in fact that's what it is, it's nothing more than pulling the metallic aura out of the air and condensing it into shape.

The so-called golden dragons are nothing more than unconscious auras, they cannot be called dragons at all.

Apart from making his appearance appear more compelling, it has no effect, no... There is also the need to show others his control over aura, but in Tang Ling's eyes, these are no different from rubbish.

"Get down!"

Tang Ling shouted softly and slashed out with his right hand like a knife.

At some point, a black knife light appeared directly in front of Ming Shilun like a dividing line penetrating the sky and earth, directly splitting the golden dragon under his feet into two, and force him down from the sky.

"Young son of the ghost sect?"

Tang Ling looked at Ming Shilun falling in front of him, smiled and said, "Sect Master of the Yin Gui Sect, Ding Sheng said that you are the most talented in the history of the Yin Gui Sect, I don't know if there is a vengeful spirit sealed in your body." ?”

"Ding Sheng?"

Ming Shilun couldn't help but look over his face, and then his eyes became icy cold. He stared at Tang Ling and said, "What are you doing to everyone in the Yin Guizong?"

"Still nervous?"

Tang Ling was surprised for a moment, and then said, "Don't worry, I didn't touch those people from your Yin Ghost Sect. It was your good apprentice who shot and killed several of you with a sniper rifle..."

"This sentence saved you."

The coldness in Mingshi Lun's eyes weakened slightly, and then he spoke quietly: "Although the Yin Gui Sect has indeed declined and there is no need for its existence anymore, I am the only one who can move this sect. As for others..."

"Whoever moves will die!"

Hearing this, Tang Ling almost understood what this guy was thinking.

This is a typical person who can only hate iron but not steel, but because he is from the Yin Gui Sect, he has the mentality that no matter how bad the Yin Gui Sect is, only I can say it, and no one else can say it.

Still, this guy seems overly inflated.

"That was in the past, and now the Yin Guizong is already a force under the king's command."

Tang Ling shook his head with a smile, and then said: "So, I, the king, will come to clean up the house today. Either surrender to me, or... die!"

"Hahaha……"

Ming Shilun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then burst out laughing: "I already knew that those people in the Zongmen couldn't afford it, but I didn't expect them to be so stupid."

"It's so shameful that I would invest in such an arrogant young man like you."

"Today, I want to see how capable you are."

After saying that, Ming Shilun's mana surged, and the metallic aura that had just dissipated emerged again, and quickly condensed into a long spear in his hands, as a strong man who rose from the slaughter.

Mingshi Lun is Hong Kong Island and is a well-deserved myth.

"Golden Dragon Holy Spear!"

A cold shout rang out, and the spear pierced the air, instantly arriving in front of Tang Ling.

When he was half a meter away from Tang Ling, a seal suddenly formed in his hand. What was originally just a spear turned into thousands of spears in an instant, and turned into a giant dragon composed entirely of golden spears.

"Rumble..."

The golden dragon directly engulfed Tang Ling with a force of destruction.

Wherever they passed, whether it was the buildings on the top of the mountain, the steel chains, or the boulders, they were all crushed into pieces, and under Ming Shilun's control, they stared at Tang Ling endlessly.

All kinds of rubble filled the sky, and Tang Ling's eyes showed a hint of admiration.

Suddenly, Tang Ling, who was moving at a high speed to avoid it, suddenly stopped in the air. Seeing the golden move that opened his fangs and bit at him, he slowly opened his right hand with a calm expression.

At this moment, the originally cloudless blue sky suddenly became dark.

Behind Tang Ling, there seemed to be an illusory black gate leading to the netherworld, and a black palm quickly formed as if covering the sun, and fell down with Tang Ling's palm.

"Hooho..."

Like a ghost coming out of the cage, the roar of all demons resounded through the world.

(End of this chapter)